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Re: Quote of the day
Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2024 7:54 pm
by iambiguous
God
“Even God has a hell: his love of Mankind.” Paulo Coelho
Wow, imagine our plight if He hated us?!
“God, who am I?” Sylvia Plath
Now in particular I'd like to know.
“O God — please give him back! I shall keep asking You.” John Irving
Just in case Heaven is complete bullshit, say.
“There must be must be a first mover existing above all – and this we call God.” Thomas Aquinas
That settles that, doesn't it?
“I have never understood why people who can swallow the enormous improbability of a personal God boggle at a personal Devil.” Graham Greene
Still, doubts of this sort don't make the stakes any less enormous.
“Are your convictions so fragile that mine cannot stand in opposition to them? Is your God so illusory that the presence of my Devil reveals his insufficiency?”― Doug Wright
Okay, but let's cut the shit here. There either is One Truth Path to immortality and salvation or there isn't. Your God either is sufficient here or another God entirely is. If there is an existing God at all.
Re: Quote of the day
Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2024 9:00 pm
by iambiguous
The Sweet Hereafter
Sam: Nicole, tomorrow Mr. Stephens wants you to make your deposition at the community center. Thought I'd take you over.
Nicole: Great.
Sam: You seem, uh, I don't know. Distant, I guess. Hard to talk to.
Nicole: We didn't used to have to talk a lot, did we Daddy?
Sam: What do you mean?
Nicole: I mean, I'm a wheelchair girl now. And it's hard to pretend that I'm a beautiful rock star. Remember, Daddy? That beautiful stage that you were gonna build for me. You were gonna light it with nothing but candles.
And then, of course, the incest.
Mitchell Stephens: Tell me your news, Zoe.
Zoe: Okay. Yesterday I went to sell my blood. I'm in this fucking city, and I'm selling my blood.
Mitchell Stephens: That's not news, Zoe.
Zoe: No, but this is. They wouldn't take my blood. Do you know what that means, Daddy? Does it register? I tested positive.
Zoe: Welcome to hard times, Daddy.
Mitchell Stephens: What do you want me to do, Zoe? I'll do whatever you want.
Zoe: I need money.
Mitchell Stephens: What for?
Zoe: No, you cannot ask me that. Not anymore. You asked me what I wanted, not what I wanted it for. I want money.
Mitchell Stephens: Do you have a blood test?
Zoe: You don't believe me? You don't fucking believe me?... I like it when you don't believe me. It's better that you don't believe me, but have to act like you do.
When to tell them to fuck off?
Mitchell Stephens: I've done everything the loving father of a drug addict is supposed to do... I've sent her to the best hospitals, she's seen all the best doctors. It doesn't matter. Two weeks later she's on the street. New York, Vancouver, Pittsburgh, Toronto, L.A. The next time I hear from her, it's a phone call scamming for money. Money for school, or money for a new kind of therapist, or money for a plane ticket home. 'Oh Daddy, just let me come home... Please, Daddy, I have to see you... ' But she never comes home. I'm always at the airport, but she's never there. Ten years of this, ten years of these lies, of imagining what happens if I don't send the money, of kicking down doors and dragging her out of rat-infested apartments, of explaining why that couldn't be my daughter in a porn flick someone saw... well, enough rage and helplessness, and your love turns to something else.
Alison: What does it turn to?
Mitchell Stephens: It turns to steaming piss.
When to tell them to fuck off?
Billy Ansell: Mitchell Stephens, Esquire. Tell me, would you be likely to sue me if I was to beat you right now? I mean, beat you so bad you piss blood and couldn't walk for a month. Because that's what I'm about to do.
Mitchell Stephens: No, Mr. Ansel. I wouldn't sue you.
Billy Ansell: You leave us alone, Stephens. You leave the people of this town alone.
On the other hand, what if it wasn't Dolores? What if it was the fucking bus?
Zoe: (over the phone) So what’s the problem?
Mitchell: The problem is I have no idea who I’m talking to right now.
Not unlike our reactions here.
Mitchell: It should be said that my task is to represent the Walkers only in their anger. Not their grief.
Wanda: Who did they get for that?
Mitchell: You are angry, aren’t you, Mrs. Otto? That’s why I’m here. To give your anger a voice. To be your weapon against whoever caused that bus to go off the road.
And it's not like this is necessarily untrue, right?
This part...
Mitchell: Mrs. Otto, there is no such thing as an accident. The word doesn’t mean anything to me. As far as I’m concerned, somebody somewhere made a decision to cut a corner. Some corrupt agency or corporation accounted the cost variance between a ten-cent bolt and a million dollar out-of-court settlement. They decided to sacrifice a few lives for the difference. That’s what’s done, Mrs. Otto. I’ve seen it happen so many times before.
Every situation is different.
Mitchell: Listen to me, Mrs Otto. Listen very carefully. I do know what’s best. As we’re sitting here the town or the school board or the manufacturer of that bus are lining up a battery of their own lawyers to negotiate with people as grief-stricken as yourselves. And this makes me very, very mad. It’s why I came all the way up here. If everyone had done their job with integrity your son would be alive this morning and safely in school. I promise you that I will pursue and reveal who it was that did not do their job.
Then back to Nicole and Dad in the barn.
Billy: There’s lawyers suing lawyers because some people were stupid enough to sign on with more thasn one if the bastards. There’s people pointing fingers and making side deals…dickering over percentages.
No getting around this, of course.
Sam: Nicole, tomorrow Mr. Stephens wants you to make your deposition at the community center. Thought I’d take you over.
Nicole: Great.
Sam: You seem, uh, I don’t know. Distant, I guess. Hard to talk to.
Nicole: We didn’t used to have to talk a lot, did we Daddy?
That's true.
Sam: I don’t know what she was doing in there. She was lying.
Mitchell: It doesn’t matter whether she was lying or not. The lawsuit is dead. Everyone’s lawsuit is dead. Forget it. Tell the others to forget it. It is over. Right now, the thing you got to worry about is why she lied. Now, any kid who would do that to her father is not normal.
You wonder if he even suspects.
Did Nicole lie? And, if so, why? If a lie, was it the right thing or the wrong thing to do?
Re: Quote of the day
Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2024 7:00 pm
by iambiguous
Dead Ringers
Elliot, Age 9: You’ve heard about sex…
Beverly, Age 9: Sure I have.
Elliot, Age 9: Well I’ve discovered why sex is.
Beverly, Age 9: You have? Fantastic.
Elliot: It’s because humans don’t live under water.
Beverly, Age 9: I don’t get it.
Elliot, Age 9: Well, fish don’t need sex because they just lay the eggs and fertilize them in the water. Humans can’t do that because they don’t live in the water. They have to - internalize the water. Therefore we have sex.
Beverly, Age 9: So you mean humans would have sex if they lived in the water?
Elliot, Age 9: Well they’d have a kind of sex. The kind where you wouldn’t have to touch each other.
Beverly, Age 9: I like that idea. Have you heard of scuba diving? It’s just new.
Elliot, Age 9: Self Contained Underwater Breathing Apparatus.
Beverly, Age 9: Exactly.
Elliot, Age 9: [noticing a girl on porch] Are you thinking what I’m thinking?
Beverly, Age 9: Yeah, you ask her.
Elliot, Age 9: Raffaella, will you have sex with us in our bathtub? It’s an experiment.
Raffaella: Are you kidding? Fuck off you freaks. I’m telling my father you talk dirty. Besides, I know for a fact you don’t even know what fuck is.
[retreats into her house]
Elliot, Age 9: [walking away] They’re so different from us. And all because we don’t live under water.
Next up: LGBTQIA2S+
Elliot: Well, if you don’t go and see her, I will. And I’ll tell her I’m you…and I’ll do…terrible things to her.
Beverly: What sort of terrible things?
Unless, of course, for her, the terrible things are the whole point.
Claire: Listen, Doctor, l think there’s something wrong with you. I don’t know what it is, I can’t put a label on it, but you’re subtly…l don’t know…schizophrenic or something. Sometimes I like you very much and sometimes you’re an amusing lay. Not much more.
Next up...
Laura: I’ve been hearing about you and the wonderful Mantle boys.
Claire: What are you talking about?
Laura: Claire, this is me, Laura. Please don’t be coy, it’s tedious. Dear Beverly, dear Elliot. Some claim they can’t tell the difference but not me, dear. It’s obvious to me that…Well, before I say anything gauche, tell me which one you’re seeing.
Claire: You mean there’s two of them?
Laura: Don’t be an ass, dear. Of course there are two of them. They’re twins. Identical twins.
Next up...
Claire: I bet somebody who knew you both - how shall I put it? - knew you both really well could tell the difference. Without measuring your height, I mean.
Elliot: What do you mean?
Claire: Well, Beverly’s the sweet one, and you’re the shit.
Finally...
Claire: Elliot, let’s ease up on the bullshit for a moment. You can be honest with me. After all, I am laying both of you, aren’t l?
Beverly: Er, now, hang on a…
Claire: It’s a sweet little act you have. You soften them up with all that smarmy concern and along comes Dracula here and polishes them off.
And then, just as with Igby, Beverly goes down.
Re: Quote of the day
Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2024 7:07 pm
by iambiguous
Madness
“There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.” Patrick Rothfuss
Now all we need is an insanity prescription.
“I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of “madness”. Then: I’d arrange flowers, all day long, I’d paint; pain, love and tenderness, I would laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity of others, and they would all say: “Poor thing, she’s crazy!” (Above all I would laugh at my own stupidity.) I would build my world which while I lived, would be in agreement with all the worlds. The day, or the hour, or the minute that I lived would be mine and everyone else’s - my madness would not be an escape from “reality”. Frida Kahlo
Before or after the accident?
“Have you heard of the illness hysteria siberiana? Try to imagine this: You're a farmer, living all alone on the Siberian tundra. Day after day you plow your fields. As far as the eye can see, nothing. To the north, the horizon, to the east, the horizon, to the south, to the west, more of the same. Every morning, when the sun rises in the east, you go out to work in your fields. When it's directly overhead, you take a break for lunch. When it sinks in the west, you go home to sleep. And then one day, something inside you dies. Day after day you watch the sun rise in the east, pass across the sky, then sink in the west, and something breaks inside you and dies. You toss your plow aside and, your head completely empty of thought, begin walking toward the west. Heading toward a land that lies west of the sun. Like someone, possessed, you walk on, day after day, not eating or drinking, until you collapse on the ground and die. That's hysteria siberiana.” Haruki Murakami
Bummer.
“Too much sanity may be madness — and maddest of all: to see life as it is, and not as it should be!” Dale Wasserman.
The horror...the horror!
“So when you find yourself locked onto an unpleasant train of thought, heading for the places in your past where the screaming is unbearable, remember there's always madness. Madness is the emergency exit.” Alan Moore
Right, like you can just pop a pill here.
“Time and I have quarreled. All hours are midnight now. I had a clock and a watch, but I destroyed them both. I could not bear the way they mocked me.” Susanna Clarke
Did they know that?
Re: Quote of the day
Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2024 8:29 pm
by iambiguous
The Last Picture Show
Sam the Lion: You boys can get on out of here, I don't want to have no more to do with you. Scarin' a poor, unfortunate creature like Billy just so's you could have a few laughs - I've been around that trashy behavior all my life, I'm gettin' tired of puttin' up with it. Now you can stay out of this pool hall, out of my cafe, and my picture show too - I don't want no more of your business.
Next up...trashy philosophy?
Jacy Farrow: Well you married Daddy when he was poor and he got rich, didn't he?
Lois Farrow: Scared your daddy into getting rich, beautiful.
Jacy Farrow: Well if Daddy could do it, Duane could too.
Lois Farrow: Not married to you. You're not scary enough.
She does comes rather close though.
Sam the Lion: If she was here I'd probably be just as crazy now as I was then in about 5 minutes. Ain't that ridiculous?... Naw, it ain't really. 'Cause being crazy about a woman like her is always the right thing to do. Being an old decrepit bag of bones, that's what's ridiculous. Gettin' old.
And then all the way to the grave as likely as not.
[first lines]
Radio announcer: President Truman'll be here tomorrow, so all you folks in Dallas turn out, chuh hear? This is Cowboy Rhythms on KTRN, Wichita Falls, here's Hank Williams' big hit tune, "Cold Cold Heart".
Sam the Lion: You ain't ever gonna amount to nothing. Already spent a dime this morning, ain't even had a decent breakfast. Gimme the chalk. Why don't you comb you hair Sonny, it sticks up, look like you smelled'm wolf. I'm surprised you had the nerve to show up this morning after that stomping y'all took last night.
Sonny Crawford: It coulda been worse.
Sam the Lion: Whadya say?
Sonny Crawford: It could have been worse.
Sam the Lion: Yeah. You can say that about nearly everything, I guess.
So, worse than what here?
Lois Farrow: Just remember, beautiful, everything gets old if you do it often enough. So if you want to find out about monotony real quick, marry Duane.
Or Sonny for that matter.
Ruth Popper: Y'see? You shouldn't have come here. I'm around that corner now. You've ruined it and it's lost completely. Just your needing me won't make it come back.
Unless, of course, that's better than nothing.
Re: Quote of the day
Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2024 8:31 pm
by iambiguous
Jonathan Swift from Gulliver's Travels
Every man desires to live long, but no man wishes to be old.
Women? Double it...at least.
I cannot but conclude that the Bulk of your Natives, to be the most pernicious Race of little odious Vermin that Nature ever suffered to crawl upon the Surface of the Earth.
Next up: the natives here.
Undoubtedly, philosophers are in the right when they tell us that nothing is great or little otherwise than by comparison.
Uh, vote accordingly?
The tiny Lilliputians surmise that Gulliver's watch may be his god, because it is that which, he admits, he seldom does anything without consulting.
Imagine then their reaction to the internet.
It is a maxim among these lawyers, that whatever hath been done before may legally be done again: and therefore they take special care to record all the decisions formerly made against common justice and the general reason of mankind. These, under the name of precedents, they produce as authorities, to justify the most iniquitous opinions; and the judges never fail of decreeing accordingly.
Imagine then their reaction to the Supremes.
This made me reflect, how vain an attempt it is for a man to endeavor to do himself honor among those who are out of all degree of equality or comparison with him.
If the shoe fits here, say?
Re: Quote of the day
Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2024 9:36 pm
by iambiguous
Sex, Lies, and Videotape
Graham: I remember reading somewhere that men learn to love the person that they're attracted to, and that women become more and more attracted to the person that they love.
You tell me.
Ann: I think that um...I think that sex is overrated. I think that people place far too much importance on it, and I think that stuff about women wantin' it just as bad as men is crap. I mean I think that women want it, I just don't think that they want it for the same reason that men think they do.
You tell me.
Graham: You're right, I've got a lot of problems...But they belong to me.
Ann: You think they're yours, but they're not. Everybody that walks in that door becomes part of your problem. Anybody that comes in contact with you. I didn't want to be part of your problem, but I am. I'm leaving my husband, and maybe I would have anyway, but the fact is, is, I'm doing it now, and part of it's because of you. You've had an effect on my life.
Graham: This isn't supposed to happen. I've spent nine years structuring my life so this didn't happen.
On the other hand, what did happen?
Ann: So let me see, you said, um, you said that I should never take advice from someone that I haven't had sex with, right... right?
Graham: Basically.
Ann: Right. And, uh, we haven't had sex...
[giggle]
Ann: right?
Graham: So...
Ann: So, I, I, I guess from your own advice, I shouldn't take your advice.
Graham: I wouldn't.
And, at the time, he may have actually believed it.
John Mullany: I'm sorry?
Graham: No, it's just, I, you know, I just think - right now I have one key and everything I own is in the car, and I just... I like that, you know? I mean, I just, if I get an apartment, that two keys, if I... get a job, you know, I might have to open or close, that's more keys, you know, buy some stuff, I'm afraid it's gonna get ripped off, or something, and I get more keys, and I just, I, you know, I just like having the one key, it's clean.
Ann: You're not gonna worry in losing them, I always lose my keys, I hate that.
Once again, Ann entirely misses the point.
Cynthia: It's weird thinking about it now. The organ itself seemed like a, a separate thing, um, a separate entity to me. I mean, when he finally pulled it out, and I could look at it and touch it, I completely forgot that there was a guy attached to it. I remember literally being startled when the guy spoke to me.
Graham: What did he say?
Cynthia: He said my hand felt good.
Graham: Then what happened.
Cynthia: And then I started moving my hand - and then he stopped talkin'.
I'll bet he did.
Re: Quote of the day
Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2024 6:26 pm
by iambiguous
Sirens
Norman Lindsay: I freely admit that the human universe is infinitely richer than my meagre palette. For instance, I do absolutely no justice at all to the nervous nellies and the shrinking violets, the saints...
Estella Campion: You're very contemptuous of shrinking violets, aren't you, Mr. Lindsay?
Norman Lindsay: Dear Estella, I'm a shrinking violet myself. I mean, I choose to live not in the real world but in here.
[he points to his head]
Norman Lindsay: I flee from the real world into my little studio and there before me is the unlimited canvas of my imagination.
Anthony Campion: Yes, but your paintings don't stay in the studio, do they? They do go out into the real world. And while you have a wonderful imagination, Lindsay, most people's are, quite frankly, stunted and you absolutely have no idea what effect they might have on people or what they might incite them to. Rape?
Norman Lindsay: Mr. Campion, in my opinion, the female body is the most beautiful thing in the world. And if it turns you into a ravenous maniac, then I would suggest that it may be a very good idea if your wife takes the greatest care to get undressed behind a screen.
Rose Lindsay: Well, Estella's seen the pictures, too. Does that mean we're in danger from her?
And the winner is...?
Pru: You're so patronizing, Mr. Campion. Everyone has a rich imagination, what stunts it is capitalist exploitation. You should go to Soviet Russia where the whole population's been liberated. There's an explosion of creativity.
Anthony Campion: Have you been to Soviet Russia, Pru? Have you?
[she doesn't answer]
Anthony Campion: Oh, I'm sorry, I thought for a moment someone actually knew what they were talking about here instead of just banging on in this tired, bohemian way. The only thing communism has exploded is every single value, religious or otherwise, leaving a vacuum of moral anarchy.
Pru: Anarchy is freedom!
Anthony Campion: Balls!
[Estella and Lindsay look at him, shocked]
Anthony Campion: Sorry, sorry. Freedom for the strong to dominate the weak. It's exactly the same situation that's existed before, it's just a different set of bullies.
And the winner is...?
Norman Lindsay: Look, Jesus never said anything about chastity, anyway. That all started with a bunch of grumbling old men on some God-forsaken island somewhere that suddenly decided the body was bad for the soul.
Anthony Campion: [sarcastically] Atlantis, was it?
Rose Lindsay: It's a pity for women it wasn't.
You tell me.
Giddy: We're so out of touch with our passions. I mean, I'm such a bourgeois little thing, too scared even to reveal myself to a painter. I'm going to start walking around without any clothes on because, well, clothes are just ostentatious figments of middle-class imagination.
On the other hand, who is brainwashing who here?
Norman Lindsay: [reading from newspaper] The repetitious excesses of Norman Lindsay have long been a source of consternation to clean-living citizens of this country. For many years he has painted men and women who seem to be slaves of cocaine or a similar drug which has reduced them to frenzied and shameless morbidity. Today, however, not content with scorning all standards of public decency, he has chosen to profane the most sacred image of the Christian church, the Crucifixion.
Of course, for millions still, that hasn't changed.
Estella Campion: They're trying to shock us, aren't they?
Anthony Campion: Oh yes, well, church-baiting's always been a popular pastime. I used to get an awful lot of it at university. Atheists, for some reason, always think it's funny to roast the dusty old Christian. The great thing, of course, is not to be too dusty. You should have seen Lindsay's face when I started quoting Joyce at him.
And the atheists here...?
Norman Lindsay: The fact is, the gloomy God of the Old Testament still has us by the scruff of the neck today. When He was invented, there was a lot of pagan religions around that celebrated sexuality and fertility and so on. So how was this new religion to compete with something that was so popular? Well, by saying that sex was evil and that women, the embodiment of sexuality, were in fact responsible for the downfall of mankind in the Garden of Eden!
Rose Lindsay: Yes, and we've been second-class citizens ever since.
Anthony Campion: Mrs. Pankhurst would be proud of you, Rose.
Rose Lindsay: [thumps the table] Why can't we be vicars or priests?
Sheela: Or popes?
Rose Lindsay: Because we're too deafened by the din of our bodies to hear God's Word.
Doesn't this assume, however, that Christianity embraces patriarchy?!
Re: Quote of the day
Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2024 6:38 pm
by iambiguous
Death
“The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.” Arthur Golden
Or next to nothing.
“Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to fuck is infinite; it surpasses our own deaths, our fears, our hopes for peace.” Roberto Bolano
Or, as Mary Carson once declaimed:
"Let me tell you something Cardinal de Bricassart about old age and about that God of yours. That vengeful God who ruins our bodies and leaves us with only enough wit for regret. Inside this stupid body, I am still young! I still feel! I still want! I still dream!"
People pontificate, "Suicide is selfishness." Career churchmen like Pater go a step further and call in a cowardly assault on the living. Oafs argue this specious line for varying reason: to evade fingers of blame, to impress one's audience with one's mental fiber, to vent anger, or just because one lacks the necessary suffering to sympathize. Cowardice is nothing to do with it - suicide takes considerable courage. Japanese have the right idea. No, what's selfish is to demand another to endure an intolerable existence, just to spare families, friends, and enemies a bit of soul-searching.” David Mitchell
Bingo?!
“Fear not death for the sooner we die, the longer we shall be immortal.” Benjamin Franklin
Yuk, yuk?
“He'd been wrong, there was a light at the end of the tunnel, and it was a flamethrower.” Terry Pratchett
Doesn't surprise me.
“Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time. Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the fact of death, the only fact we have. It seems to me that one ought to rejoice in the fact of death--ought to decide, indeed, to earn one's death by confronting with passion the conundrum of life. One is responsible for life: It is the small beacon in that terrifying darkness from which we come and to which we shall return.” James Baldwin
Ah, another "philosophy of death".
Re: Quote of the day
Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2024 6:54 pm
by iambiguous
Magnolia
Young Pharmacy Kid: Strong, strong stuff here. What exactly you have wrong, you need all this stuff?
Linda Partridge: Motherfucker...
Young Pharmacy Kid: What are you talking about?
Linda Partridge: Who the fuck are you, who the fuck do you think you are? I come in here, you don't know me, you don't know who I am, what my life is, you have the balls, the indecency to ask me a question about my life?
Old Pharmacist: Please, lady, why don't you calm down - ?
Linda Partridge: Fuck you, too. Don't call me "lady". I come in here, I give these things to you, you check, you make your phone calls, look suspicious, ask questions. I'm sick. I have sickness all around me and you fucking ask me about my life? "What's wrong?" Have you seen death in your bed? In your house? Where's your fucking decency? And then I'm asked fucking questions. What's... wrong? You suck my dick. That's what's wrong. And you, you fucking call me "lady"? Shame on you. Shame on you. Shame on both of you.
Next up: the fucking decency here.
Frank T.J. Mackey: Don't go away, you fucking asshole, don't go away. Don't go away, you fucking asshole, don't go away! Don't go away you fucking asshole!
Not what one might expect from a Scientologist, is it?
[first lines]
Narrator: In the New York Herald, November 26, year 1911, there is an account of the hanging of three men. They died for the murder of Sir Edmund William Godfrey; Husband, Father, Pharmacist and all around gentle-man resident of: Greenberry Hill, London. He was murdered by three vagrants whose motive was simple robbery. They were identified as: Joseph Green, Stanley Berry, and Daniel Hill. Green, Berry, Hill. And I Would Like To Think This was Only A Matter Of Chance. As reported in the Reno Gazette, June of 1983 there is the story of a fire, the water that it took to contain the fire, and a scuba diver named Delmer Darion. Employee of the Peppermill Hotel and Casino, Reno, Nevada. Engaged as a blackjack dealer. Well liked and well regarded as a physical, recreational and sporting sort, Delmer's true passion was for the lake. As reported by the coroner, Delmer died of a heart attack somewhere between the lake and the tree. A most curious side note is the suicide the next day of Craig Hansen. Volunteer firefighter, estranged father of four and a poor tendency to drink. Mr. Hansen was the pilot of the plane that quite accidentally lifted Delmer Darion out of the water. Added to this, Mr. Hansen's tortured life met before with Delmer Darion just two nights previous. The weight of the guilt and the measure of coincidence so large, Craig Hansen took his life. And I Am Trying To Think This Was All Only A Matter Of Chance. The tale told at a 1961 awards dinner for the American Association Of Forensic Science by Dr. Donald Harper, president of the association, began with a simple suicide attempt. Seventeen-year-old Sydney Barringer. In the city of Los Angeles on March 23, 1958. The coroner ruled that the unsuccessful suicide had suddenly become a successful homicide. To explain: The suicide was confirmed by a note, left in the breast pocket of Sydney Barringer. At the same time young Sydney stood on the ledge of this nine-story building, an argument swelled three stories below. The neighbors heard, as they usually did, the arguing of the tenants and it was not uncommon for them to threaten each other with a shotgun, or one of the many handguns kept in the house. And when the shotgun accidentaly went off, Sydney just happend to pass. Added to this, the two tenants turned out to be: Faye and Arthur Barringer. Sydney's mother and Sydney's father. When confronted with the charge, which took some figuring out for the officers on the scene of the crime, Faye Barringer swore that she did not know that the gun was loaded. A young boy who lived in the building, sometimes a visitor and friend to Sydney Barringer, said that he had seen, six days prior, the loading of the shotgun. It seems that the arguing and the fighting and all of the violence was far too much for Sydney Barringer, and knowing his mother and father's tendency to fight, he decided to do something. Sydney Barringer jumps from the ninth floor rooftop. His parents argue three stories below. Her accidental shotgun blast hits Sydney in the stomach as he passes the arguing sixth-floor window. He is killed instantly but continues to fall, only to find, three stories below, a safety net installed three days prior for a set of window washers that would have broken his fall and saved his life if not for the hole in his stomach. So Faye Barringer was charged with the murder of her son, and Sydney Barringer noted as an accomplice in his own death. And it is in the humble opinion of this narrator that this is not just "Something That Happened." This cannot be "One of Those Things... " This, please, cannot be that. And for what I would like to say, I can't. This Was Not Just A Matter Of Chance. Ohhhh. These strange things happen all the time.
https://youtu.be/tIa77tZaHJA?si=gHhE0-WSDeDKLR1K
Claudia Wilson Gator: I'll tell you everything, and you tell me everything, and maybe we can get through all the piss and shit and lies that kill other people.
Or maybe not?
Frank T.J. Mackey: Respect the cock! And tame the ****! Tame it! Take it on headfirst with the skills that I will teach you at work and say no! You will not control me! No! You will not take my soul! No! You will not win this game! Because it's a game, guys. You want to think it's not, huh? You want to think it's not? Go back to the schoolyard and you have that crush on big-titted Mary Jane. Respect the cock. You are embedding this thought. I am the one who's in charge. I am the one who says yes! No! Now! Here! Because it's universal, man. It is evolutional. It is anthropological. It is biological. It is animal. We... are... men!
Anyone not respect the cock here? Other than, well, you know who.
Stanley Spector: This isn't funny. This isn't cute. See the way we're looked at? Because I'm not a toy. I'm not a doll. The way we're looked at because you think we're cute? Because, what? I'm made to feel like a freak if I answer questions? Or I'm smart? Or I have to go to the bathroom? What is that, Jimmy? What is that? I'm asking you that.
Jimmy Gator: I'm not sure, Stanley.
We've got a pretty good idea though, don't we?
Re: Quote of the day
Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2024 10:12 pm
by iambiguous
Philosophy
“Doing nothing is better than being busy doing nothing.” Lao Tzu
No, really, is it?
“Stop feeling sorry for yourself and you will be happy.” Stephen Fry
Right, like that will always work.
"The real question of life after death isn't whether or not it exists, but even if it does what problem this really solves." Ludwig Wittgenstein
He's kidding, right?
It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather, we should thank God that such men lived.” George S. Patton Jr.
Really? Tell that to those who died in Vietnam, Iraq and Afganistan.
“If anyone on the verge of action should judge himself according to the outcome, he would never begin.” Søren Kierkegaard
For example, posting here?
“Perhaps not one religion contains all of the truth of the world. Perhaps every religion contains fragments of the truth, and it is our responsibility to identify those fragments and piece them together.” Christopher Paolini
Seriously, how ridiculous is that?
Re: Quote of the day
Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2024 10:13 pm
by iambiguous
The Last Picture Show
Sonny Crawford: [to the unsympathetic crowd around Billy's body] He was sweeping you sons of bitches, he was sweeping!
In the middle of the road is what confused them.
Bobby Sheen: Nice. You a virgin?
Jacy Farrow: Guess I am.
Bobby Sheen: Too bad.
Jacy Farrow: I don't want to be, though.
Bobby Sheen: I don't blame you. Come see me when you're not.
The pool party!
Annie Annie Martin: You want to join the club?
Jacy Farrow: Sure.
Annie Annie Martin: Well, you got to get undressed out there on the diving board.
Bobby Sheen: Where everybody gets to watch.
Annie Annie Martin: We all do it the first time.
Bobby Sheen: That's the rule.
That and not being a virgin?
Jacy Farrow: I wish I could go to the pool hall. I've always wanted to! It's terrible, the things girls aren't allowed to do.
Tell that to Abilene.
Ruth Popper: [to Sonny] What am I doing apologizing to you? Why am I ALWAYS apologizing to you, you little bastard? Three months I've been apologizing to you without you even being here! I haven't done anything wrong. Why can't I quit apologizing? You the one ought to be sorry! I wouldn't still be in my bathrobe if it hadn't been for you. I'd have my clothes on hours ago. You're the one made me quit caring if I got dressed or not! I guess just because your friend got killed, you want me to forget what you did and make it all right? I'm not sorry for you. You'd have left Billy too, just like you left me. I bet you left him plenty of nights, whenever Jacy whistled. I wouldn't treat a dog that way. I guess you thought I was so old and ugly, you didn't owe me any explanation. You didn't need to be careful of me. There wasn't anything I could do about you and her, why should you be careful of me? You didn't love me. Look at me. Can't you even look at me?
[long pause, as Sonny slowly turns to look at Ruth, blankly]
Ruth Popper: See? Shouldn't have come here. I'm around that corner now. You've ruined it. It's lost completely. Just your needing me won't make it come back.
Pick two:
1]Phylis
2[ Dr. Pepper
Duane Jackson: Sorry you're closing the show.
Miss Mosey: Nobody wants to come to shows no more. Kid baseball in the summer, television all the time.
It's not called the last picture shoiw for nothing, right?
Re: Quote of the day
Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2024 5:33 pm
by iambiguous
Despair
“I’ve read everything, man, I’ve tried macrobiotics psychoanalysis drugs acupuncture suicide yoga dance swimming jogging astrology roller-skating Marxism Candomblé gay clubs ecology, all that’s left is this knot in my chest, so now what do I do?” Caio Abreu
What else is there to do?
“Perhaps someday when I have time, I can make a list for you of all the things that apologies can't fix,” SenLinYu
Especially if you don't mean it.
“His words resonated with something deep inside Amy’s mind. She did run around, trying desperately to get somewhere, and what was the point? Was there a point?” Grady Hendrix
Well, there's mine, of course.
“All at once, the world turned to ashen winter under the frosty kiss of despair.” Deck Matthews
Again, in other words.
“Courage he acquires by learning to fear the still more dreadful.” Søren Kierkegaard
How's that working out for you?
"They have no idea. It's not about the stealing from houses. It's about stealing the houses. He puts his wishes into small metal keys and tucks them in his pocket to keep him breathing." C.G. Drews
Well, some people do rob you with a fountain pen.
Re: Quote of the day
Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2024 5:40 pm
by iambiguous
Romper Stomper
Gabe: [referring to the NAZI paraphernalia that adores Hando's room] Why do you have all this stuff?
Hando: Because I don't want to be a white cooly in my own country. 'Cause it's not our country anymore. 'Cause rich people, and powerful people brought in boat loads of human trash. Cheap labour, gooks mainly, and there's gonna be more. I want people to know I'm proud of my white history and white blood. One day it might be all I have. I don't want to go the same way as the fuckin' Abo. See that map?
[map on the wall has areas coloured in red]
Hando: That's all the gook properties on Barkley Street. A few years ago it was a white area.
[picks up a book]
Hando: Mein Kampf. Do you know it?
Gabe: It's about war isn't it?
Hando: This book was written by Adolf Hitler. It turned into a joke by other people who don't want to know Hitler's view of the world. It's simply about, the ongoing struggle of the white race and the enemies it faces. You don't know who the enemy is, you can't win the war. Listen. "All the noble cultures of the past declined, because the purity and vigour of the originally created race faded out. They were compromised by the seed of lesser races that were attracted to the works of the superior men. The undeniable reason for their decline was then due to a kind of racial blood poisoning. Racial blood must be perserved in its purity at all costs.
Let's run this by the Nazis here. You know, to see what he left out.
Nguyen's Eldest Son: Tiger! Fuckin' skinheads! They got my brothers!
Tiger: [yelling at Vietnamese factory workers] Get the guys! Get the guys! Skinheads!
The beginning of the end let's call it.
Flea: Nice p-party mate. I got to get the first bus back to base.
Hando: You enjoy being cannon fodder for the system?
He said on the dole?
Champ: [to Harold the bar owner] Hey, Roland says you had some gooks in here last week.
Harold: So? What's it to you?
Luke: Well, what were they doing here?
Brett: Yeah, this is our place, mate.
Harold: No, this is my fuckin' place, mate.
Cackles: Oh, yeah, but you had gooks here, eh?
Harold: Doesn't bother me. You got a problem with that, that's your fuckin' problem.
To each their own solution, let's say.
Hando: [as a small army of Vietnamese are trying to break down the front door to the skinhead's headquarters] Come on. Come on, you filthy fuckin' slope head scum!
[turns around to see the rest of the skinheads are not up for the fight]
Hando: What the fuck are you afraid of? This is our place. No more running. We stop them here! You look like a bunch of scared fuckin' rabbits!
They run.
Bubs: Oi, Hando! There's gooks, down the Railway Hotel!
Poor Bubs. If you get my drift.
Skinhead: There are fucking thousands of them!
Hundreds, actually. But it's more than enough.
Gabe: You want to knock over a house, do you?
Hando: What about it?
Gabe: I know a place you could do.
Dad's place. Though he is, after all, fucking her.
Re: Quote of the day
Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2024 6:52 pm
by iambiguous
Suicide
“Coping with any death is traumatic; suicide compounds the anguish because we are forced to deal with two traumatic events at the same time. According to the American Psychiatric Association’s Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, the level of stress resulting from the suicide of a loved one is ranked as catastrophic–equivalent to that of a concentration camp experience.” Carla Fine
Right, like that takes your own agonizing pain away.
“When you are depressed you feel alone, and that no one is going through quite what you are going through. You are so scared of appearing in any way mad you internalise everything, and you are so scared that people will alienate you further you clam up and don’t speak about it, which is a shame, as speaking about it helps." Matt Haig
Unless, of course, it makes it worse.
“You can think about killing yourself a thousand times a day and each time it gets just a little bit more real. But the day you wake up and know beyond the shadow of a doubt you are going to go through with it, that is both the worst and best day of your life. When you accept it you will find it amazing that everything you were thinking about suicide before was wrong. Suddenly you realize suicide is easy and desirable and that brings relief. No one wants to die. The act of dying is horrific but the reward is being dead and that sounds glorious to me.” T DogMan
Just out of curiosity, how many times a day do you think about it?
“I could smack her, punch her in the face, but then I see what she can't hide from me. I've seen it before---the desperation, the agony, the need to find a reason to go on, and the inability to find it.” Mary Beth Miller
Next up: she could smack me, punch me in the face...
“I hate forcing myself to go to bed to avoid committing suicide.” Phil Volatile
And then there's always the next morning.
“...a man was found floating dead in the San Francisco bay. a note in his pocket read: I won't jump if someone smiles at me today.” Aditi Babel
Or, for others, if someone does.