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June 30, 2004

Gotta Scratch the Itch

The itch to write, that is. It's been coming back pretty strong of late, so I find myself jotting down ideas, hammering out paragraphs, getting lost in the guitar (hey, music can be written too).

Tonight I came across a small database I had built several months ago to keep track of specific phrases or passages from books I've read, those phrases and passages I thought were excellent, insightful, or simply amusing. I really need to get around to updating it, if only for the inspiration.

I think I blogged some of the database entries a while back, but I'm far too lazy consumed with other matters of great importance to verify that at the moment. So, some of these might be repeats. My apologies.

And if you have zero interest in this, well, plenty of other goodness all over the blog. Or the blogosphere. Except for this site, the sole purpose of which is to convince everyone that the Portuguese like it right up the butt*:

I just arrived from downtown and there are thousands of people in the strees. People hanging in statues, diving at public fountains... fucking shit!!

Fucking shit, indeed. Wipe that thing off, would ya?

Moving right along, nothing to see there, let's get to the quotes:

"The most important things to remember about backstory are that (a) everyone has a history and (b) most of it isn't very interesting."
- Stephen King, On Writing

"For most people there are only two places in the world. Where they live and their TV set."
- Don DeLillo, White Noise

"The greater the scientific advance, the more primitive the fear."
- ibid

Huh. I thought for sure I had put in more than 22 quotes, but, nope, the PC doesn't lie. The PC knows all. Garbage in, garbage out. So, there you go. Make the most of them.

Cripes I need to get around to updating that database. If only for you, the people, the dear readers, the ones who - inexplicably - keep coming back for more. But I thank God everyday for you.

Well, I sometimes nod in a skyward direction.

On accident, like right before a sneeze.

But, if God caught it at just the right time it would look a lot like an acknowledgment of his existence and divine guidance. I bet he wonders why my worship of him always result in an explosive snot fest.

You know, if he existed.

Which he doesn't.

But, hey, free country, believe what you like.

* Naturally, no offense to those of you, male or female, who like it up the butt. To each their own. But I had to find some light-hearted way to mock the funny foreigner who put the WWR in a blogroll called "The Dirty Toilet." Oh, it is to laugh, is it not? Too funny! I suppose this once again confirms the world-wide reputation of the Portuguese for their snarky wit.

Wait, I'm sorry, that would be the British. The Portuguese haven't done so much lately. My mistake.