Yes, yes ...many a cradle doth fall, but-much of late.
It can be said that the perpetual good girl has come under bad influence, or merely that she is tired of being good. Then again the recent bout of not-so-subtle substance abuse can also be attributed to the fact that mommy dearest and Khala of Gurudom are sponsors of my "as long as you have 'limited' fun, tell us and dont go over board...we dont care if you drink, you know we dont believe in the judgement bullshit". Now what does that mean, judgement bullshit?!
Hmm, oh crap was I just judged in Judy Judgerson-ness's post waste. Who cares.
I have finally had the brilliant experience of Senor Jack Daniels meeting Maestro Coca of Colas. My Khala and I, the only witnesses to my first step down Sin City and Subversive Lane. We must all drink of the Coke.
I have had my first alcohol induced epiphany...it is mani-fold, as are most of my epiphanies: Coke + Vodka = much caffine, which makes me hyper. Hyper enough to get on a computer table and sing the Rosemary Clooney version of "Mambo Italiano". Priceless hyper. As in there is no price too high for my hyper.
Yul Brynner looks even more beautiful after vodka...1-2-3 AND... The generel hippiosity of my hipness, translates to a weird stratosphere.
All of a sudden the hairdryer, hanging by my half-snutched wire offers an answer to our ontological existential dilemma. Its full of hot air. "But its an outlet of beauty"...ergo Beauty is a bag of hot air...But, oooooooooooooh, hmmmm...... Hoopilicious LA!
Also, old nursery rhymes are sublime:
Because she'll be coming round the mountain when she comes,
she'll be coming round the Mountain when she comes,
coming round the mountain
coming round the mountain...
coming round the mountain when she comes.
Singing High High Hippie Hippie HIGH!!!!!!
First of all, congratulations on the inebriation. It is a pleasure I have so far shunned.
ReplyDeleteThe purpose of this post is to highlight your gross misuse of the syllogism. I winced, and Aristotle turned in his grave.
You said something to the effect of:
All existential dilemmas are full of hot air.
This particular existential dilemma is/was an outlet of beauty.
Hence, beauty is hot air (or full of hot air).
This is a flawed form of the Aristotelian syllogism, in that you have connected two minor terms in the conclusion.
The correct form of the syllogism would be something to this effect:
All gods are bald.
I am bald.
Hence, I am a god.
The difference being my connecting a major term with a minor term in the conclusion. Of course, other variations are possible. Just not the one you used.
I feel better now.
The computer-generated anonymous post above mine lies! No one can make money while having fun.
Dude (And to make the point perfectly clear "dude" is a technical term, although The Ninja Turtles of Teenage ascent perfected it) i was HIGH - which makes it necessary that my wisdom in that state transcends that of Arsitotle, he doth not got stoned. Nor did he, as far as i know, drink of the Coke.
ReplyDeleteAlso, and this needs be said - My all pervasive de-construction of our ontological dilemma was slightly in the vein of a Jim Morrison song - could i have made an analogy in Pink Ponies and Cotton Candy skies, I would have done so. I just founf Yul Brynner much more worth fancying over under the circumstances (unlike yourself, my fantasies are very specific, ergo even harder to attain)
I do suggest that you try and indulge in this particular inebriation (since the other one seems to be offering you so much trouble) also 'they' do say that the one leads to the other, so you might just 'get lucky', no pun intended.
As for my syllogism - while i do get your trifle of a point, you missed out the intricacies of my allusion - the HAIRDRYER...that put it all in perspecive, you must use the particular brand of 'hot air' to get my drift.
ps: And you can make money while having fun. There is a particular breed of 'Phantom shoppers' in the US...as in stores pay you to shop and write about it. As in you get 'paid' to 'buy' stuff (say it out load with emphasis on those words and you might warm to the idea)...such a pity you're not a shemale and probably cant appreciate this.