The child was napping on my chest yesterday, so I was somewhat captive and was forced by lack of better programming (is Andy talking about his brain or the television listings? Hmm...) to suffer through the movie 2010, for the first time in years. What a lousy movie. Still, it carries a quote that I am sure was recently flung around aplenty, though I surprisingly never heard or read it brought up (even in my own myopic, crippled scampering through the conservative blogosphere). The quote is from the character named Milson, who is some kind of space adviser to the president:
"The president addressed Congress the other day. I don't know which was scarier -- the speech, or Congress cheering him on. He invoked Lincoln. Whenever a president is going to get us in serious trouble, they always use Lincoln."
Could have been McCain's campaign slogan.
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Spot. On.
heh. I'm not a movie guy (so I'm quite "culturally-challenged" in this space), but I really like that quote.
Buck - me too. As soon as I heard it yesterday my initial reaction was "why weren't people like Gerard and Morgan tossing this line around all over the place during the campaign?"
On the one hand we had a guy comparing himself to Lincoln, on the other Teddy Roosevelt. We're in the best of hands.
On the upside, I have been waiting for someone to come along and make it sound less ridiculous of me to compare myself to Faulkner. The door is swung wide open.
"I have been waiting for someone to come along and make it sound less ridiculous of me to compare myself to Faulkner."
Don't look at ME! :D
Well, shoot, then. I'll just come out and say it:
I write like Faulkner, if only Faulkner had him some MAD SKILLZ!!!!
Lincoln, Roosevelt, whatever, I'm wondering how you get the kind to nap on your chest. I'm the guy they like to play with, my wife is the one the cuddle with. I suppose this is the natural order of shit. For all those that think society socializes roles, hell, the kids have done it to us and I suspect this is how it goes for myriads of families.
The prior post should read "kid" and not "kind", I suppose that's what the preview button is for.
What can I say, Nick. It was nap time. She ate and crashed, and I was pretty comfortable, so I let her flop on my chest there and sweat her head all over my shirt. She's a cuddler, anyway. Loves to give hugs and kisses.
You are seriously baiting me, Andy.
You've got mad, hot writing skills, (ought to whip 'em out more often, buddy) but you lack the southern vernacular to compete with the Godhead of Faulkner.
Don't even get me started on how you two are so far apart. Faulkner drawls you into a story, you staccato that son of bitch with perfect pitch in nine seconds flat. You drive the curves with exceptionally talented precision, he carved the cliffs you're driving with a soft patter of a fine linen weave.
You know I love your writing, been a hardcore fan going on a year now (I blame Morgan), but this is way too much. Nuh uh, Andy. Your words sing true, but you're missing the southern soul of slow depravity that would push you into his league.
Sorry I haven't been around lately, life got annoyingly busy.
Jesus, Daphne, I was just kidding. I know I'm no Faulkner. I'm not even really an Andy.
Jesus, Daphne, I was just kidding.So was I, writer man. Plus I was trying to pay you a few compliments for your badass talent.
Where are you dude?
I feel like hacking your site and posting some seriously writerly audacious shit just to rise your eclectic ass off the bench.
Miss you huge, Andy.
Happy One Month of No Writing Anniversary, Andy! Let's not go for 2...
I'm gettin' ready to call the SAR guys...
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