So I've got this girlfriend... Woah.
She doesn't always make me happy. She shouldn't. I'm not in sixth grade. She does, however, even when we're arguing about the nature of human agency and psychology's appropriation of the term "executive" to describe certain pre-cognitive allocation functions (short-term memory is a lie!) make me feel like me. She provides an excellent counterpoint to the "holy egoism of [my] genius," especially granted her occasionally insoluble (and always amusing) incomprehensibility.
I have become an absurdist. I look at the sanctimonious anti-sacrosanctity of this little institution and, where I used to throw up my arms in an anger possessed rarely outside the squared-circle of professional wrestling, I now toss up my hands, and chuckle to myself. "Oh, please, people! The only thing that is sacred here is that nothing shall be sacred? Even this is a sham, as the WMO experiment showed (viz. there are things that, in this place, are simply not said). Ha!"
The screenplay that I've been working on in my head since O-Week is forming up. It wants to be let loose. Maybe when I'm through grad school, I'll try shopping it around. Ha!
I'm also writing a graphic novel that I want Chevalier to draw. It's sort of Sin City meets Hellblazer meets Usagi Yojimbo with a dash of the Maxx for purple flavor.
Right.
Oh yeah, I'm running Border Patrol.
She doesn't always make me happy. She shouldn't. I'm not in sixth grade. She does, however, even when we're arguing about the nature of human agency and psychology's appropriation of the term "executive" to describe certain pre-cognitive allocation functions (short-term memory is a lie!) make me feel like me. She provides an excellent counterpoint to the "holy egoism of [my] genius," especially granted her occasionally insoluble (and always amusing) incomprehensibility.
I have become an absurdist. I look at the sanctimonious anti-sacrosanctity of this little institution and, where I used to throw up my arms in an anger possessed rarely outside the squared-circle of professional wrestling, I now toss up my hands, and chuckle to myself. "Oh, please, people! The only thing that is sacred here is that nothing shall be sacred? Even this is a sham, as the WMO experiment showed (viz. there are things that, in this place, are simply not said). Ha!"
The screenplay that I've been working on in my head since O-Week is forming up. It wants to be let loose. Maybe when I'm through grad school, I'll try shopping it around. Ha!
I'm also writing a graphic novel that I want Chevalier to draw. It's sort of Sin City meets Hellblazer meets Usagi Yojimbo with a dash of the Maxx for purple flavor.
Right.
Oh yeah, I'm running Border Patrol.
It should involve icy water, flames and maybe some soap. I bet you can get Viscious Koi to help.
And yeah, your girlfriend is pretty cool, I'd say. You compliment each other well, and look Cuuuute together, which is a must.
Practice your Tekken 5, for one day I will return.