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Bombay Sapphire is NOT a good representation of gin.
Because it’s awful, and gin is not. Thus, it is not gin. Good day to you.
J: There's something about this city, you know?
S: Yeah?
J: Yeah, it's got a different atmosphere from every other city I've been to. It's fascinating.
(Enter Drunken Passerby stage left)
DP: (to cell phone) AMBER! YOU FUCKING BITCH, STOP BEING SO FUCKING ANGRY. IT'S PISSING ME OFF.
J: It's magical. A poetry in the air, so to speak.
S: That was just perfect.
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Now I want an Audi and an Acura…
This Acura is actually a one-off made specifically for filming purposes…he just happened to get it afterwards.
Oh. Sup girl?
Dear Ripley,
You were the (fucking) coolest in Aliens. You’re a hard-ass bitch for going balls-deep into an Alien lair to not only kill as many as got in your way, but also to save a little girl you’d met mere hours prior, while also trying to escape from an imminent thermo-nuclear detonation.
So yeah, that’s my little love letter to you Ripley, for being an inter-stellar badass.
Cheers to you, darlin’
Love,
Brendan
I understand that I’m a terrible communicator. I’m more like the guy who regurgitates an-libbed versions of movie references, things I’ve learned, or general conversation that’s happened around me. I connect with people sometimes, but the conditions need to be ideal; otherwise I just kindof float around and wonder what’s on everyone elses mind.
Because of that lack of connection, I generally don’t take note of the effect my words have on other people, especially those closest to me. I don’t want to hurt anybody, and I don’t like seeing other people hurting. I won’t always get it, but I want to, and I want to make it better, but generally I can’t.
I used to ask my friends for advice regarding relationship issues, and communication, until that turned into one of the problems in my relationship. I was more able to communicate the issue, and potentially come to a solution with them than I was with my significant other, and I could’ve lost her for it (up until the time she asked me to stop). Since then, I’d pretty much stopped talking about my relationship issues with anyone, unless I absolutely needed help, or simply stating that a fight had been had, and we were now at odds (I always felt is was repectful to keep friends in the loop in regards to the current standings of the people within the group).
In the last months before the end, she started asking them questions about how to deal with me, or for some measure of insight into the meaning of certain things I’d said or done. She’d sent messages to my friends badmouthing me, and was more than failing to communicate with me in the same ways I couldn’t communicate with her.
She left me a little over a week ago. I’d said something that morning that upset her, and it got by me, and I didn’t see it. She left my house, and sent me a text telling me that we’d hit the end of the line, just not in those words. I was upset for a bit, but I didn’t question her. I knew it was the last straw, and there was no fixing it. And while I don’t know her reasons, I can think of enough problems with myself, and with the nature of our relationship to warrant anybody walking away from it.
I’m not a shitty person, I’m a shitty communicator who can’t tell the difference between the two. At least if I could understand the difference between the two, I’d be okay with being a shitty person.
“Holy crap, you’d make an amazing Seacrest. You’re actually a lot taller than Seacrest. You’ve actually got a sharper jaw too. You’re actually more handsome than the guy that’s famous for being handsome. You know what, maybe there’s another option for you. I’ve got a big event Saturday. Needs a lot of bodies, huh? And I see some high-value faces here. Got an Oprah. And sitting next to her is a Judy Garland or an Anne Hathaway. Add a few extra teeth. Wow, this is rare. Both versions of Michael Jackson. And you … Burt Reynolds.”
(Vinnie, Community, 3x12, Contemporary Impressionists)
Abed is brown Jamie Lee Curtis as Helen Tasker from True Lies, not Lorenzo Lawas.
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Recommend me a Tom Waits album to check out. I only have Mule Variations.
Small Change, Blue Valentine, Rain Dogs and The Heart of Saturday Night are among my favorites.
I would like some books suggestions.
The last few days, I’ve been listening to audio books whenever possible, which is pretty wonderful. I feel as though this is something that should continue. So, if you have any book suggestions, send them my way :)
I am a terrible boyfriend.
Nobody should ever aspire to date me.
And now, I’m going to spend the next week slightly pissed off, and with my mobile sans-battery.
I found a store that has all the old gaming systems/games.
Oh my god, when are we going?It’s like a classic gamers paradise.
I know of two stores down in Albuquerque that sells a fairly large amount of retro games/gaming gear called Gamers Anonymous, and Super Gamers Anonymous. The owner of the stores is more than pretty rad, so if you’re ever down in NM, in the Albuquerque area, I strongly suggest checking them out.
