That Albino Stole My Dwarf!*

Quote-tastic time y'all!

"Do you want some company?" she asked.

I did, desperately, which is why I had gone looking for Cheryl and visited old honeymoon haunts and gazed up at comets in an effort to summon up some sense of belonging to a world that wasn't solely stitched out of fading memories. -- Sideways by Rex Pickett

I was taught a month ago
to bide my time and take it slow
well then I learned just yesterday
to rush and never waste a day
now I’m convinced the whole day long
that all I learn is always wrong
the thing’s that are true that I forget
well no one’s taught that to me yet

-- "Character Zero" by PHISH

It's never been all right! The lullabies are wrong. -- Subtle Bodies by Clive Barker

Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves. -- Byron

My life is a madlib. -- Nick Mcgrath

It's the spaces in between life I like the most. -- Jerry Seinfeld

they can call me crazy if i fail
all the chance that i need
is one-in-a-million
and they can call me brilliant
if i succeed
gravity is nothing to me
i’m moving at the speed of sound
i’m just gonna get my feet wet
until i drown

-- "Swan Dive" by ani difranco

Equality is rarely gained without sacrifice. -- Martin Luther King, Jr.

THE CASTAWAY
by

William Cowper

(1731-1800)

OBSCUREST night involv'd the sky,
Th' Atlantic billows roar'd,
When such a destin'd wretch as I,
Wash'd headlong from on board,
Of friends, of hope, of all bereft,
His floating home for ever left.

No braver chief could Albion boast
Than he with whom he went,
Nor ever ship left Albion's coast,
With warmer wishes sent.
He lov'd them both, but both in vain,
Nor him beheld, nor her again.

Not long beneath the whelming brine,
Expert to swim, he lay;
Nor soon he felt his strength decline,
Or courage die away;
But wag'd with death a lasting strife,
Supported by despair of life.

He shouted: nor his friends had fail'd
To check the vessel's course,
But so the furious blast prevail'd,
That, pitiless perforce,
They left their outcast mate behind,
And scudded still before the wind.

Some succour yet they could afford;
And, such as storms allow,
The cask, the coop, the floated cord,
Delay'd not to bestow.
But he (they knew) nor ship, nor shore,
Whate'er they gave, should visit more.

Nor, cruel as it seem'd, could he
Their haste himself condemn,
Aware that flight, in such a sea,
Alone could rescue them;
Yet bitter felt it still to die
Deserted, and his friends so nigh.

He long survives, who lives an hour
In ocean, self-upheld;
And so long he, with unspent pow'r,
His destiny repell'd;
And ever, as the minutes flew,
Entreated help, or cried--Adieu!

At length, his transient respite past,
His comrades, who before
Had heard his voice in ev'ry blast,
Could catch the sound no more.
For then, by toil subdued, he drank
The stifling wave, and then he sank.

No poet wept him: but the page
Of narrative sincere;
That tells his name, his worth, his age,
Is wet with Anson's tear.
And tears by bards or heroes shed
Alike immortalize the dead.

I therefore purpose not, or dream,
Descanting on his fate,
To give the melancholy theme
A more enduring date:
But misery still delights to trace
Its semblance in another's case.

No voice divine the storm allay'd,
No light propitious shone;
When, snatch'd from all effectual aid,
We perish'd, each alone:
But I beneath a rougher sea,

And whelm'd in deeper gulfs than he.

Here's some lighter stuff to check out:

-- This guy is patriotic and is definitely no making a travesty out of a national tragedy.

-- Christian Finnegan is a hilarious comedian who you may remember as the white guy from the "Mad Real World" skit on Chappelle's Show and he's on Best Week Ever. Check him out. He's funny, he's cool, he's everywhere you want to be!

* The title of this post is the only line that the show Strangers with Candy was not allowed to use at all during their three year existence.