This Would Be The 'Pours' Part, Then?
5 December 2000
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8:51 PM: They did it, they finally did it. God damned yuppie-ass tree fuckers living in the building behind me cut down the last remaining 30-foot pine tree. My needly friends are all dead now. The very thing that made me want to live here, cut up for slaughter. Bastards bastards bastards.
I am just loving this holiday season, I tell you what.
10:38 PM: I will be here for ever and ever and ever, or not.
Finished The Bear and The Dragon Today. Wow. So OK, for the new millenium we know that the pro-military Christian conservatives are OK with drinking, not OK with any kind of environmentalists or environmental thinking of any kind, are virulently anti-Chinese racists, think smoking is bad for you but what can you do?, and are definitely OK with Russians. Cause they're Christians too, I guess, and they drink a lot. I can't remember the last time, if ever at all, I read a book that used the phrase "slant-eyed bastard" so often.
Of course, that's the brilliance of Clancy's style. If you weren't actually paying attention to the words passing through your eyes and out that hole in the top of your head, don't worry! You'll get a second, third, fourth, maybe even fifth chance to see every turn of phrase, metaphor, clever saying, bad joke, and meaningful anecdote! We're talking word-for-word repetition here. He also has everyone using Iridium phones. Hee hee.
10:44 PM: Words for the Day:
- bovarism (BO-vuh-riz-em) noun
An exaggerated, especially glamorized, estimate of oneself; conceit.- bonerism (BO-nuh-riz-em) noun
An exaggerated, especially glamorized, estimate of one's dick. See male.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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