The Twilight Zone Park Place Log I



i find of late that i have very little choice in the matter of expressing emotions.  i can either drink or i can weep, and drinking is so much more subtle.
    — the night of the meek


never dream instead of do, nor hope instead of try.
    — in praise of pip (paraphrased)


neither sympathy nor compassion can be handed out wholesale like cheap bubblegum.  the recipient must be worthy of them.
    — one more pallbearer


too often man becomes clever instead of becoming wise.
    — the brain center at whipple's


the most common ailment of all men: the strange and perverse disinclination to believe in a miracle.
    — the big tall wish


be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.
    — the changing of the guard (horace mann)


you know, you're the only woman i know who looks as if underneath her clothes she wore clothes.  you have all the grace and femininity of a high-button shoe.
    and *you*, uncle simon...
go on.  let's see if you can compensate for the fact that you're a passionless vegetable by speaking your mind.
    if i'm a passionless vegetable, it's because my gardener is an ancient relic, made out of dry skin and ice water.
not bad, not bad, not bad.  you know, if i prod you hard enough, you can scrabble up to the occasion.  or at least part way.
    — uncle simon


The Banana Split Park Place Log

aka  Beavers, Anchors and Primes, Oh My!



[anna nicole smith's death] gave free rein to the pseudonymous savagery which passes for informed commentary on the web.
    — reuters


i love those ice cream vending machines with a lid that lifts when you insert the first coin and ye olde vacuum hose that delivers your treat.  they're like carnival games i always win.


what is it?
    the stars in your eyes: they're stolen.
    — aeon flux (a time for everything)


unlike actual sweet potatoes, sweet potato fries from the cafeteria are somewhere between interesting and good.  i'm gonna guess that it's the abundance of salt.  and bargain basement grease.


a proper villian always leaves his foe when he is about to expire.
    why?
well it would be bad form just to loll about waiting for it.
    why?
tradition.
    — kim possible (animal attraction)


i don't know if you caught the report - it was surprisingly low-key - but caffeine has finally been moved from the Pill food group to Life's Little Essentials.


what's it for?
    oh, i don't know.  i'm sure it'll come in handy.
twelve years and you don't know what it does?
    i didn't say that.  i said i didn't know what it's *for*.
    — van helsing


The Prime Mover Park Place Log



is that what we're doing?  surviving?
    don't underestimate it.  it's harder than it looks.
    — the people i know


did the Active Denial System make anyone else think of Dune?  just asking.


we are the federales.  you know: the mountain police.
    if you're the police, where are your badges?
badges?  we ain't got no badges.  we don't need no badges.  i don't have to show you any stinking badges!
    — the treasure of the sierra madre


Daylight Saving Time 2007.
if only the OS companies had seen this coming a year ago...


strength is not an absolute value.  evolution is a string of victories by the strong over the meek.  we have already evolved so much our actions would be incomprehensible to a human from a thousand years ago.
    — aeon flux (end sinister)


one for the Gunter crew: in romanian tile rummy, the joker is referred to as "joly".


avoid serious conditions such as frostbite and hypothermia by keeping warm.
    — national weather service taunton


if bad things happen in threes, what do good things happen in?


what tragedy happened in your life that you insist upon punishing yourself with all this mediocrity?
    — 30 rock


I'm sarcastic because i care


This is the part where i talk about myself.

Unfortunately for you, one of the many things i'm known for is not really talking about myself.

I guess i have to give you *something* though, so i'll say this: i'm the King of Semantics.  I'm relatively certain it's a self-appointed title, but i could be mistaken.  In any event, some have agreed and none have refuted, so the smart money says the title is officially mine by common law.

By the way, i'll tell you right off the bat that on none of these pages will i recommend you read The Screwtape Letters.  Did that once.  Big mistake.  I'm such a fan that it hadn't occurred to me that someone else wouldn't like it at least a little.  In the manner of me and Crystal Singer, the pairing lasted about half as long as planned.  (there's likely a moral in there somewhere.)

As for my talents, at one time i was a prodigious reader and rather skilled at playing the trumpet.  Sadly, i haven't seen those days for quite a while, though i imagine there's still enough time to run across them.  On a positive note, i still find myself able to use words like "smattering" without *trying* to use words like "smattering", so it seems i haven't completely out-grown my previous self, though i hesitate to consider the battle won.

And that's about it except for the lightning round...

WELCO METOT HENEX TLEVEL  I read all the Hardy Boy books in my school library.  It's always best to dig a hole correctly the first time.  If it really came down to it, Moon Knight could take Batman.  God isn't much into smiting these days (now that He has Warrior Nun Areala).  hey hay is for horses so what sew buttons zippers are better velcro's best not if it doesn't work it can't not work.  The cutter-uppers.  I was seriously upset when i found out that Superman could run faster than Flash.  Classic Battletech.  I felt cheated when i discovered that baggers now had this motorized whatever and no longer had to *push* dozens of carts up to the store.  SEGA!



we are only what we remember of ourselves and what we've done.
without memories, we are nothing.
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that's the funny thing about memory, isn't it? we are not what
we remember of ourselves. we are what people say we are. they
project upon us their convictions. we are nothing but blank screens.
:: aeon flux (reraizure)