So I was out of it for a couple days with a fricken superflu but I am back in full effect. Okay, maybe not full effect–I’ve still got the nasty nasal drip going on–but well enough that I can throw some quotes up without throwing my breakfast up.
So the quote on Monday was from Jack in The Shining, which a couple peeps got. Now take a stab at this quote from one of my fav movies of all time!
“Donny was a good bowler, and a good man. He was one of us. He was a man who loved the outdoors… and bowling, and as a surfer he explored the beaches of Southern California, from La Jolla to Leo Carrillo and… up to… Pismo. He died, like so many young men of his generation, he died before his time. In your wisdom, Lord, you took him, as you took so many bright flowering young men at Khe Sanh, at Langdok, at Hill 364. These young men gave their lives. And so would Donny. Donny, who loved bowling. And so, Theodore Donald Karabotsos, in accordance with what we think your dying wishes might well have been, we commit your final mortal remains to the bosom of the Pacific Ocean, which you loved so well. Good night, sweet prince.”
You know what I love about Mark Twain, the dood who said yesterday’s quote? He’s got my same last name. Well, maybe not exactly the same (Is Clemens really all that different from Clemons? I don’t think so), but it’s close enough for the work of governments.
Check out this little ditty and tell me if you’s mugs can guess it.
“Take your stinking paws off me, you damned dirty ape.”
How many of you guessed that Ray Bradbury was the genius from yesterday’s quote? More than a couple, I hope. I don’t know about all you folks, but the first time I read Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 my brain meats had a serious case of awesome overload. Twisting up this idea of a “fireman” was great, but the thing I really appreciated was how Montag and all the people in the new society so readily accepted the idea that books not only should be burned, but that they needed to be burned.
Anyhoot, let me know what you think about today’s quote.
“I am a leaf on the wind–watch how I soar.”
Man oh man, I loved that quote from yesterday. The words were from a serious Rooskie master, Anton Chekhov. The quote makes me think of how you better have a reason for every thing you put into your story. You write your character into picking up a knife? He better be shanking somebody before you’re done or else you’re going to make me angry, and you don’t want to see me when I’m angry.
This week I’ve packed a little comedy punch for you. If you’re a bit snobby about movies–that is to say you call them “films” rather than “movies”–then there’s a pretty good chance you’re not going to get this one.
“Wow. Never ceases to amaze me. What cologne you gonna go with? London Gentleman, or wait. No, no, no. Hold on. Blackbeard’s Delight.”
Philip Roth was the dropper of yesterday’s knowledge. The only one of his book’s I’ve read was the Plot Against America which was kind of okay. Usually the alternate history deal is my thing but there were serious stretches of that book where I was like, “BO-ring!”
Guess who this little ditty is from:
“I love the smell of napalm in the morning.”
George Orwell, author of more books than I’ll ever dream of publishing, was the dropper of yesterday’s knowledge. Today’s quote should be easy if you are on the same level of nerdery as me:
“What are we going to do? We’ll be sent to the spice mines of Kessel and smashed into who knows what.”