I have so many comments and objections I don't know where to start.
OK first of all: the key to any obsession is a proper memory of the object being obsessed. Hence: A DOG IN EVERY BUCKET MAKES A BIGGER HOLE FOR THE CHEESE PAN. Not dish. Get it straight.
What next... Ah pink floyd. I was hoping pink floyd wouldn't reseurface in this game, nor indeed in my remaining lifetime. I think there can be only one explanation for it, and it's not an obsession with music. Try dope.
The video games. yes, that was obsession. Pure, unhealthy, life-wasting, soul-draining obsession. But as I recall it, you were the one with your name (s) scrawled all over my walls, not me. I simply watched you from my salubrious high-ground.
But my main point of contention is that sometimes I *do* have the fish. I *do* eat salad. I *do* occasionally go for that vegetarian entree. Is this because of some flaw in my strategy? No, indeed this *is* my strategy: because I am *not* obsessed, I am merely *victorious*. You see, I don't need obsession in my arsenal of weapons to throw at you, I need only my love of life and of beef to see me through.
You're seriously eating nothing but meat? You chump. You should get out more, enjoy life a little. keep eating meat like this and you're gonna drive yourself nuts.
1. yes, indeed, it was "A DOG IN EVERY BUCKET MAKES A BIGGER HOLE FOR THE CHEESE PAN". But a variant I often used was "CHEESE DISH". Since it was fiction, what the hell did it matter?
2. yes, indeed, the obsession with Pink Floyd wasn't as clear cut. Other proclivities were involved, suffice it to say. But I still was listening to the music, and that's why you banned the Wall, not the dope.
But you're wrong about some things as well:
1. You cheered me on in that soul-sucking waste of time, County Carnival. Don't deny it.
2. You're only "victorious" if you're emailing me from the future and, I might add, a fictional future.
Maybe I will get out and enjoy myself while in DC, after all. That's right, I resolve to eat less beef. At least for the next week or so. I suggest you do the same.
Jeesh... talk about obsession. I obsessively check your blog, every chance I get, for WEEKS, hoping for some new tidbits for me to taste, perhaps a new recipe to try, or maybe even the news that you're finally starting to surpass me in consumption. But no, my obsession has turned into a form of withdrawal.
This is not obsession, it's REcession.
Let's see what you've been eating. I wanna cast my eyes upon that 19-ounce steak I've heard so much about.
I have so many comments and objections I don't know where to start.
OK first of all: the key to any obsession is a proper memory of the object being obsessed. Hence: A DOG IN EVERY BUCKET MAKES A BIGGER HOLE FOR THE CHEESE PAN. Not dish. Get it straight.
What next... Ah pink floyd. I was hoping pink floyd wouldn't reseurface in this game, nor indeed in my remaining lifetime. I think there can be only one explanation for it, and it's not an obsession with music. Try dope.
The video games. yes, that was obsession. Pure, unhealthy, life-wasting, soul-draining obsession. But as I recall it, you were the one with your name (s) scrawled all over my walls, not me. I simply watched you from my salubrious high-ground.
But my main point of contention is that sometimes I *do* have the fish. I *do* eat salad. I *do* occasionally go for that vegetarian entree. Is this because of some flaw in my strategy? No, indeed this *is* my strategy: because I am *not* obsessed, I am merely *victorious*. You see, I don't need obsession in my arsenal of weapons to throw at you, I need only my love of life and of beef to see me through.
You're seriously eating nothing but meat? You chump. You should get out more, enjoy life a little. keep eating meat like this and you're gonna drive yourself nuts.
Posted by: Guy | April 24, 2004 04:37 AM
You're right, you know, about a number of things:
1. yes, indeed, it was "A DOG IN EVERY BUCKET MAKES A BIGGER HOLE FOR THE CHEESE PAN". But a variant I often used was "CHEESE DISH". Since it was fiction, what the hell did it matter?
2. yes, indeed, the obsession with Pink Floyd wasn't as clear cut. Other proclivities were involved, suffice it to say. But I still was listening to the music, and that's why you banned the Wall, not the dope.
But you're wrong about some things as well:
1. You cheered me on in that soul-sucking waste of time, County Carnival. Don't deny it.
2. You're only "victorious" if you're emailing me from the future and, I might add, a fictional future.
Maybe I will get out and enjoy myself while in DC, after all. That's right, I resolve to eat less beef. At least for the next week or so. I suggest you do the same.
Posted by: Eric | April 24, 2004 01:18 PM
Jeesh... talk about obsession. I obsessively check your blog, every chance I get, for WEEKS, hoping for some new tidbits for me to taste, perhaps a new recipe to try, or maybe even the news that you're finally starting to surpass me in consumption. But no, my obsession has turned into a form of withdrawal.
This is not obsession, it's REcession.
Let's see what you've been eating. I wanna cast my eyes upon that 19-ounce steak I've heard so much about.
Posted by: guy | May 11, 2004 11:57 PM