it isn’t until
you can’t have the oatmeal cookie that you WANT the oatmeal cookie.
you can’t have the oatmeal cookie that you WANT the oatmeal cookie.
If I had to name an author that properly reporesented my home state, it would be… Jean Shepherd.
Vonnegut was a hoosier in the way Letterman was a hoosier- only until he could get the hell out. Yeah, that’s true of Shepherd too, but while he was here he slipped the surly bonds of the planet, not the state.
Vonnegut wrote some interesting books, but he was a pacifist asshole, even though he had seen the stupidity pacifism drags in it’s wake firsthand.
I could never wish ill on the man, he entertained me for a good deal of my youth. I hope he went without undue pain. I’m glad for the navel-gazing he helped me do in my younger years. I’m sure for years to come, hippies will be reading his shit and smoking dope and protesting war in all it’s forms.
Rest in peace, Kilgore.
Give them something to look at when they Xray me tomorrow. nutballs.
I don’t get to eat anything till after noon, and at that point I begin my liquid diet, so this is my last solid food till after the surgery. Dang, I ought to eat me a chocolate egg or something too. My ass is gonna be on fire. Maybe they’ll give me a shortarm inspection too, and I can give the girls in Radiology something to talk about.