Friday, May 11, 2007

Crackpot





9 comments:

B said...

Patrick--you told me the name of one of these peeps, but I forgot it. Who was it again?

queercat said...

Did you do these screen captures yourself?

asenath said...

Holy crap, does P read the blogs? I tried to sell him on it, but I thought I'd failed. I guess we'll find out soon enough.

queercat said...

I hope he knows the hot chick.

B said...

he does know who she is, and yes, he reads our precious blogs--make yourself known, P!

Bourbon Enthusiast Monthly said...

I know it's crazy, but I haven't been to Buffalo in a week, so I have no idea what the fuck any of this is. Want to explain, B?

B said...

I just thought I'd put them up as a reminder to how sad and pathetic we will all become if we don't have some sense of humor about our selves. This has been a very stessful last few week. C and I were talking about how it pretty much makes you want to faint. Your nerves start to give out. I now know what "nervous breakdown" means because I have them regularly. I'm looking forwardf to becoming "old and in the way" and standing on the corner ranting as people mutter, "Crackpot."

geoffreycrayon said...

So these are curmudgeons from a documentary? Wow. I caught a glimpse of myself in years to come, waving a spoon at people and ranting so bitterly that I lose all coherency.

Ambrose Bierce, King of 'Mudgeons, went to Mexico in his old age. Being an idealist, he participated in the people's revolution by becoming a military adviser to Poncho Villa. Being a cynic, he also reportedly taunted Villa with bitter sarcasm and dry, ironic critiques of Villa's leadership. (Bierce disappeared circa 1914.)

So the choices really seem to be: developing more of a sense of humor, having breakdowns, or committing suicide by mocking the flaws of a revolutionary insurgent.

B said...

Two out of three ain't bad.