Friday, April 14, 2006
You may die, who cares?
Tacolord is in his “mortality” mood again. This is when he realizes he still hasn’t become famous yet and questions how much longer he has to live. The guy acts like being on the Colbert Report is the secret to happiness. I understand Taco has a limited time on this Earth, what with Vanessa Carlton building an army of demons in a single effort to kill him. But that’s not a reason to start giving up Zen in order to work on a lame website.
Of course he makes arguments like, he needs to leave behind something to help guide the world towards realizing their absurdity but look how great that worked out for Becket, the guy is freakin’ studied by academics. ACADEMICS! One of the fathers of absurdism, being broken down by idiots paying untold thousands of dollars to have some professor tell them what a meaningless play “means.”
And we have Jenni. That chick that he dedicates tons of stuff to in an attempt to bring her along towards his grab at immortality. Yea, what a gift. You end up getting so famous that you leave a footnote towards this chick so “artists” can take pilgrimages to her house to steal tampons and ask for hugs. What a honor! In 16 years I'm sure every woman is going to ask for a following of idiot, touchy-feely hippies.
Man, people need to stop worrying about dying and spend more time sitting around doing nothing. Bunch of over-educated, production fearing, smarties is what ya’all are.
Of course he makes arguments like, he needs to leave behind something to help guide the world towards realizing their absurdity but look how great that worked out for Becket, the guy is freakin’ studied by academics. ACADEMICS! One of the fathers of absurdism, being broken down by idiots paying untold thousands of dollars to have some professor tell them what a meaningless play “means.”
And we have Jenni. That chick that he dedicates tons of stuff to in an attempt to bring her along towards his grab at immortality. Yea, what a gift. You end up getting so famous that you leave a footnote towards this chick so “artists” can take pilgrimages to her house to steal tampons and ask for hugs. What a honor! In 16 years I'm sure every woman is going to ask for a following of idiot, touchy-feely hippies.
Man, people need to stop worrying about dying and spend more time sitting around doing nothing. Bunch of over-educated, production fearing, smarties is what ya’all are.
