- On becoming addicted to a teevee soap mostly about American teenagers in suburbtopia:
A friend expressed puzzlement over the fact that 'All the women wear *orange* lipstick and even *look* suspiciously orange!' I told her that 'I'm guessing that's why they call it the Orange County.'
I trust that more horrendous jokes have been and will be made.
Really it's about the character of Seth Cohen, played by Adam Brody, that would be the Hair Brody as opposed to the Nose Brody. You have to see him to see the appeal. In any case, he gives good subculture. Comics and emo songs and plastic horses over waterpolo and skeletons in drag anyday, 's what I say.
- On writing poetry again:
No we will not pinch our collective nose and plunge into the brackish depths of pseudosemantics. A poem is a poem is a not what is a poem, savvy? It feels good to finally move out of neurotic essays about Byron's dieting habits and occasional bursts of diaristic, or should I say diarrhoestic, hee hee, prose.
- On hypothetical pets:
A snake would be too expensive. Keeping a dog is not terribly different from raising a human child. Birds do not belong in houses. I am not bored enough to buy a hamster, set it on a wheel and trip out on the trippy circling motions - so far out it's, well, *out*. Etcetera rrrhmmm this leaves two options: a cat or a tortoise. I am temperamentally best suited to cats, but not to the persistent stench of catspiss. A tortoise is delicious (not just in a soup, bless it) but lacks the eminent pettability of feline fur.
In the end I will decide to spend the money on a lavishly illustrated and utterly useless book about watercolours.
The tortoise would be named Don Juan, the cat Staples.
- On comments made and promptly deleted by the commenter:
The very acne of wit.
- On difficult decisions:
C&L? L&C? C&L? L&C? Alas ehui lol zzz...
