Nauseating

I felt the need to vent on this subject. Especially in Kuh-li-four-nia. People. Can’t Fucking. Drive. In. The. Rain! Seriously, what the fuck mang?! It’s like it rains a little bit in Diego and people magically forget what the fuck water can do to the road. A bit of deep water in a sunken part of the street? Let’s hit that shit doing 55 and lose control or even worse hydroplane the car. Why? Because we live in a city ladies and gentlemen. People in a city are always in a rush, it;s in our nature to rush, rush rush. I was born and raised here and recently I had the very fortunate pleasure of visiting a friend in a rural town. The pace of the town was so very, very different. People there were not driving like morons, they were very aware of the dangers the enviorment could do to the road. Here in San Diego, we only have to deal with rain, MAYBE the occasional snow in the mountains. Ok, we deal with fires, lots and lots of fires which, besides the occasional moron starting them, is out of our control. Rain is also out of our control but we can control how we drive in it. I mean, is it just me or has any other San Diegan or non San Diegan for that matter notice how bad our drivers are. SD is sunny for the most part, and we never have to deal with shitty weather but, oh boy when it does hit… it’s the equivalent (litterally) of shit hitting the fan. Our driving well… It’s fucking terrible. I pride myself on being a good driver. i’ve never had a speeding or parking violation. I have a class B license with a Passenger and Hazmat endorsement (I know, special amirite?) and I don’t drive like a fucking moron in the rain. We need a PSA for people who drive fast in rainy weather, in fact this includes all morons texting, doing their makeup (ladies) or just flat out not paying attention.

Stupid drivers piss me off, something should be done about it. >=(

Wow, so it’s been a very busy few days. Over the weekend I had the opportunity to get together with a friend and watch the new Ethan Hawke (and Willem Dafoe!) movie Daybreakers. Needless to say we both walked away with fairly similar feelings about the movie, yet the way we both viewed it was considerably different. Let me break down the movie plot, I’ll try and leave spoilers out for you guys. Sometime in 2009, the human race was ‘infected’ by some sort of bat that carries a disease or virus. The infected person becomes a vampire, I know typical BS… any who the majority of the planet becomes infected, and thus humans become the minority. Humans are offered a chance to ‘convert’ or basically be turned into human blood factories to nourish the vamps.

I don’t have too many complaints about the movie. The few I do have could be chalked up to preference. The gore was awesome, although very comedic and I think that was very unintentional. One particular scene had a very unexpected head explosion scene. I’m sure it was intended to scare the audience but instead garnered nothing but laughter. Another scene had almost a bullet time like feel to it and had torsos, heads and other unidentifiable limbs flying around all while some opera-esque music played. Again, incredibly funny and I wasn’t alone in this, people in the audience were cracking up as well. All throughout the movie though I kept thinking of the sociological impact the ‘new’ vampire society had. I say ‘new’ because even though the world was run by vampires, they still were trying to hold up some sort of social hierarchy. The U.S. still had a president and a senate, although everyone had a purpose, almost like a communist country. There was still law enforcement and branches of the military although they were tasked with capturing stray humans and arresting vampires who basically were not contributing to society. Their version of bums begged for food (blood) and not money. It got me thinking, if our society was like that, still democratic yet everyone had a job and a purpose would we still have the social issues we have today? Probably, but they’d be different problems like the film illustrates. Sure we’re not all vampires, but no matter how good everything in society is, something will always be fucked up. Always.

Today I finally got off my ass and started my plan to get back in shape. Well, rather get into shape. I went to the gym and spent about an hour with a personal trainer doing weights and another hour doing cardio. I used to do kick boxing about a year ago and I missed all the cardio I got from the work outs. My legs feel like spaghetti but I feel A LOT better. The trainer basically told me I can eat whatever I want as long as I work out at least 4 times a week. Well, not whatever I want I can’t scarf down a box or two of Twinkies. I have to keep a decent moderation. The plan for me is to build muscle and burn fat. He explained that with the work out I’m going to be using I’ll be doing muscle confusion and I’ll let the areas I work out have 72 hours of rest before I tear more muscles. He also explained that even while I sleep I’ll be burning fat because my body is going to need to take nutrients from my body to repair the muscles. Yep, burn fat while I sleep. How easy is that!?

So recently I’ve decided to start playing CoD:MW2 Online. I’ve had the game since about launch I just haven’t played it online. To be frank, I haven’t played over XBL since Halo 3. Why do you ask? Well, if it wasn’t the constant parade of ‘mom’ jokes, racism or over all idiocracy spewed by all the pre-teen angst, it was definitely… no wait; it was the aforementioned pre-teen angst.

So after hearing all the in online glitches were fixed I decided to drown myself in some mindless shooting. I will say the game is fun, but after having spent nearly 48 sleepless hours playing, reflecting back on it I remember why I stopped playing over XBL. I don’t think there isn’t anything I haven’t been called in the past 48 hours. Believe you me, I have been called a lot of things in my life time. Not only did I find out I am gay, apparently my mother is very promiscuous and I found out I have several fathers. How this feat was pulled off is beyond me. One thing that did strike me, was all the children spewing all this bullshit couldn’t be older than 13. Something tells me their parents should have picked them up a copy of Pokémon Platinum, or maybe Super Mario Bros. Wii. Oh, well. Now to find something else to keep me entertained. I have other things going on but at this moment I’m beat!

“Chapter 1″

“At a cafe on a bright plaza, most customers sit back, feeling the warmth of
the sun, enjoying their cold drinks. But not Tim – he barely notices the sun,
doesn’t really taste his coffee. For him this corner affords a good view of the
city, and in the teetering of the passers-by, in the arc of a shop-girl’s hand
as she displays tea to an interested gentleman, Tim hopes to see clues.”

“That night at the cinema, fictitious adventurers lunge implausibly across the
screen. The audience here is mixed. Some are patrons of the cafe, now sitting
excitedly in the plush chairs, eager for another new flavor, for distraction
from the boredom of their easy lives. Other seats hold fisherman and farm
workers, hoping to forget their toils and rest their hands.”

“Tim is here too, but he is scrutinizing the gloss on the lips on the screen,
measuring the angle of the plume of a distant helicopter crash. He thinks he
discerns a message, when the cinema closes and most of the audience strolls
down the plaza to the south, Tim goes north.”

“People like Tim seem to live oppositely from the other residents of the city.
Tide and riptide, flowing against each other.”

“Tim wants, like nothing else, to find the Princess, to know her at last. For
Tim this would be momentous, sparking an intense light that embraces the world,
a light that reveals the secrets long kept from us, that illuminates – or
materializes! – a final palace where we can exist in peace.”

“But how would this be perceived by the other residents of the city, in the
world that flows contrariwise? The light would be intense and warm at the
beginning, but then flicker down to nothing, taking the castle with it; it
would be like burning down the place we’ve always called home, where we played
so innocently as children. Destroying all hope of safety, forever.”

“Chapter 2: Time and Forgiveness”

“Tim is off on a search to rescue the Princess. She has been snatched by a
horrible and evil monster. This happened because Tim made a mistake.”

“Not just one. He made many mistakes during the time they spent together, all
those years ago. Memories of their relationship have become muddled, replaced
wholesale, but one remains clear: the princess turning sharply away, her braid
lashing at him with contempt.”

“He knows she tried to be forgiving, but who can just shrug away a guilty lie,
a stab in the back? Such a mistake will change a relationship irreversibly,
even if we have learned from the mistake and would never repeat it. The
princess’s eyes grew narrower. She became more distant.”

“Our world, with its rules of causality, has trained us to be miserly with
forgiveness. By forgiving them too readily, we can be badly hurt. But if we’ve
learned from a mistake and became better for it, shouldn’t we be rewarded for
the learning, rather than punished for the mistake?”

“What if our world worked differently? Suppose we could tell her: ‘I didn’t
mean what I just said,’ and she would say: ‘It’s okay, I understand,’ and she
would not turn away, and life would really proceed as though we had never said
that thing? We could remove the damage but still be wiser for the experience.”

“Tim and the Princess lounge in the castle garden, laughing together, giving
names to the colorful birds. Their mistakes are hidden from each other, tucked
away between the folds of time, safe.”

“Chapter 3: Time and Mystery”

“All those years ago, Time had left the Princess behind. He had kissed her on
the neck, picked up his travel bag, and walked out the door. He regrets this,
to a degree. Now he’s journeying to find her again, to show her knows how sad
it was, but also to tell her how good it was.”

“For a long time, he thought they had been cultivating the perfect
relationship. He had been fiercely protective, reversing all his mistakes so
they would not touch her. Likewise, keeping a tight rein on her own mistakes,
she always pleased him.”

“But to be fully couched within the comfort of a friend is a mode of existence
with severe implications. To please you perfectly, she must understand you
perfectly. Thus you cannot defy her expectations or escape her reach. Her
benevolence has circumscribed you, and your life’s achievements will not reach
beyond the map she has drawn.”

“Tim needed to be non-manipulable. He needed a hope of transcendence. He
needed, sometimes, to be immune to the Princess’s caring touch.”

“Off in the distance, Tim saw a castle where the flags flutter even when the
wind has expired, and the bread in the kitchen is always warm. A little bit of
magic.”

“Chapter 4: Time and Place”

“Visiting his home for a holiday meal, Tim felt as though he had regressed to
those long-ago years when he lived under their roof, oppressed by their
insistence on upholding strange values which, to him, were meaningless. Back
then, bickering would erupt over drops of gravy spilt onto the tablecloth.”

“Escaping, Tim walked in the cool air toward the university he’d attended after
moving out of his parent’s home. As he distanced himself from that troubling
house, he felt the embarrassment of childhood fading into the past. But now he
stepped into all the insecurities he’d felt at the university, all the panic of
walking a social tightrope.”

“Tim only felt relieved after the whole visit was over, sitting back home in
the present, steeped in contrast he saw how he’d improved so much from those
old days. This improvement, day by day, takes him ever-closer to finding the
Princess. If she exists – she must! – she will transform him, and everyone.”

“He felt on his trip that every place stirs up an emotion, and every emotion
invokes a memory: a time and location. So couldn’t he find the Princess now,
tonight, just by wandering from place to place and noticing how he feels? A
trail of feelings, of awe and inspiration, should lead him to that castle in
the future her arms enclosing him, her scent fills him with excitement, creates
a moment so strong he can remember it in the past.”

“Immediately Tim walked out his door, the next morning, toward whatever the new
day held. He felt something like optimism.”

“Chapter 5: Time and Decision”

“She never understood the impulses that drove him, never quite felt the
intensity that, over time, chiseled lines into his face. She never quite felt
close enough to him – but he held her as though she were, whispered into her
ear words that only a soul mate should receive.”

“Over the remnants of dinner, they both knew the time had come. He would have
said: ‘I have to go find the Princess,’ but he didn’t need to. Giving a final
kiss, hoisting a travel bag to his shoulder, he walked out the door. Through
all the nights that followed, she still loved him as though he stayed, to
comfort her and protect her, Princess be damned.”

“Chapter 6: Hesitance”

“Perhaps in a perfect world, the ring would be a symbol of happiness. It’s a
sign of ceaselessness devotion: even if he will never find the Princess, he
will always be trying. He still will wear the ring.”

“But the thing makes its presence known. It shines out to others like a beacon
of warning. It makes people slow to approach. Suspicion, distrust. Interactions
are torpedoed before Tim can open his mouth.”

“In time he learns to deal with the others carefully. He matches their hesitant
pace, tracing a soft path through their defenses. But this exhausts him, and it
only works to a limited degree. It doesn’t get him what he needs.”

“Tim begins to hide the ring in his pocket. But he can hardly bear it – too
long tucked away, that part of him might suffocate.”

Epilogue”

“The boy called for the girl to follow him, and he took her hand. He would
protect her; they would make their way through this oppressive castle, fighting
off the creatures made of smoke and doubt, escaping to a life of freedom. The
boy wanted to protect the girl. He held her hand, or put his arm around her
shoulders in a walking embrace, to help her feel supported and close to him
amid the impersonal throngs of Manhattan. They turned and made their way toward
the Canal St. subway station, and he picked a path through the jostling crowd.”

“He worked his ruler and his compass. He inferred. He deduced. He scrutinized
the fall of an apple, the twisting of metal orbs hanging from a thread. He was
searching for the Princess, and he would not stop until he found her, for he
was hungry. He cut rats into pieces to examine their brains, implanted tungsten
posts into the skulls of water-starved monkeys.”

“He scrutinized the fall of an apple, the twisting of metal orbs hanging from a
thread. Through these clues he would find the Princess, see her face. After an
especially fervent night of tinkering, he kneeled behind a bunker in the
desert; he held a piece of welder’s glass up to his eyes and waited.”

“On that moment hung eternity. Time stood still. Space contracted to a
pinpoint. It was as though the earth had opened and the skies split. One felt
as though he had been privileged to witness the Birth of the World…”

“Someone near him said: ‘It worked.’”

“Someone else said: ‘Now we are all sons of bitches.’”

“The candy store. Everything he wanted was on the opposite side of that pane of
glass. The store was decorated in bright colors, and the scents wafting out
drove him crazy. He tried to rush for the door, or just get closer to the
glass, but he couldn’t. She held him back with great strength. Why would she
hold him back? How might he break free of her grasp? He considered violence.”

“He cannot say he has understood all of this. Possibly he’s more confused now
than ever. But all these moments he’s contemplated – something has occurred.
The moments feel substantial in his mind, like stones. Kneeling, reaching down
toward the closest one, running his hand across it, he finds it smooth, and
slightly cold.”

“He tests the stone’s weight; he finds he can lift in, and the others too. He
can fit them together to create a foundation, an embankment, a castle.”

“To build a castle of appropriate size, he will need a great many stones. But
what he’s got now, feels like an acceptable start…”

The End

Taken from Braid, the game.

My name is Bruno and I am a recovering addict.

Dictionary.com defines addiction as:

ad?dic?tion

Pronunciation [uh-dik-shuhn]  - Noun 

I met a lot of friends during my time playing, many of whom I still talk to today and we’ve grown real close. I’ve also lost a lot of friends both in real life and in game. My addiction was so bad at the peak I would get 3 hours of sleep at night. When new content was released my guild was raiding up until 2 or 3 AM. It was a hectic schedule but I loved it. I loved the feeling of working together to take down a boss, the feeling of getting a new piece of armor and having my warlock sport the latest and greatest.  The game never ended it had no ending. With constant patches adding new gear, new dungeons, expansion packs dropping adding whole new continents… it was like running on a treadmill with a carrot dangling in front of you. You were never going to catch it but the illusion of you finishing was there. It almost became like a second job… if you missed a day or two you could get sat out of a raid or worse kicked out of the guild. The schedule was like this:

Monday – 8 PM -  12AM

Tuesday – 8 PM -  12AM

Wednesday 8 PM -  12AM

Thursday – 8 PM -  12AM

Friday – optional raid 8 – whenever

Saturday – optional raid 8 – whenever

Sunday 9 PM – 12 AM

That is a lot of hours of playing, not counting the time where you play socially or you need to farm for items. Farming means you essentially go out into the world, pick herbs, mine ores, skin dead animals or kill things over and over for items that can be used to craft things you would need for a raid. You would need to cook food to stay healthy and buffed, farm herbs or know an alchemist who could make you potions to beef you up, etc, etc. I kept this lifestyle roughly for about 4 years. What ultimately led me to stop was both in game related and not game related. I had made the decision a few months back and I just quit cold turkey. I haven’t logged in and my account has been cancelled for a while now. I miss my character, I miss my in game friends, and I miss certain people. A lot. Some people I no longer talk to, and much like a bad break up it hurts to log in and see them. So for these reasons I decided to stop. I went back to my roots on shooting games and action games. Games that you can pick up and drop that have less addicting values. Over all I have been a lot happier since I’ve stopped, but every day I think of the people I left behind in Azeroth, I think of my Warlock and all the time spend working on him. Most of all I think of my friends, who I miss dearly and hardly get to speak to. Moving forward though, I’ve discovered a lot of new things made some new friends and ultimately think I made a better decision in dropping something so addicting. When I stopped playing the latest content patch had dropped, the one where we finally get to go into Ice Crown Citadel and defeat Arthas, the Lich King. That’s an encounter that I’ve waited almost a decade to see and have been so pumped about it. In the end though, it doesn’t even matter. Someone will kill him, I’ll get to read about it and I’ll get my fill of it that way. Over all, I’ve been a bit happier since I left Azeroth… although so far there hasn’t been a day that doesn’t go by that I think about going back.

Well, I’m sure if you are local you have heard or at least heard of The Mikey Show. The new show was dubbed “The Show”. They just dropped Mikey from it. I won’t go into the specifics of it, check out Jack’s blog for more on what went down. Today I will talk about how I felt about “The Show” and the eventual decision people will have to make for their new morning show. I’ve listened to TMS on and off since he was on at nights on the Rock. Over the past few years though, I’ve listened to him on the mornings. The show has clearly evolved from what it was back then to what it was up to a month ago. The show changed, the humor changed – Mikey changed. Mike took a bold new step, he took a show that had a lot of low brow humor and bumped it up a notch. He infused the show with his views on faith and testimonials. The show as it was as of last month was good. A lot of people might counter argue that Mikey changed the show and his religious views were bringing the show down. I think a lot of people fail to realize that, like every one Mikey aged. He grew up, got older found himself and his niche much like everyone else on the show. Mikey was accused of having a dictatoresque attitude towards the show. Now since Mikey is gone, Eddie, B Rob, Sky and Ashlee have a lot more creative control. Is this a good thing? It’s yet to be seen. I managed to download Monday’s show and listened to it. I must say it was the equivalent of a radio train wreck for me. Ashlee has always been borderline annoying to me, as hot as she is. Sadly, I can’t look at her I can only hear her on the radio and her laughter was killing me. Eddie seemed to be struggling with keeping the show on track, Sky was… well Sky and B Rob seemed to be really trying too hard. The show was barley listenable. Another thing that caught me off was the use of music, not intro/outro music but full fledged songs. It was clearly filler. A lot of the show was clear filler. “The Show” just sounded fake, albeit TMS always had a layer of fakeness. Seriously, Ashlee isn’t that annoying in real life from what I have been told by people who have met her off the air.

Fast forward to today and the show clearly sounded different. The cast seemed a lot cooler headed. The show flowed a lot better. Plain and simple, I think they might have taken the feedback from yesterday’s show and applied some tweaks here and there. It sounds like the old crew sans Miguel. It will take some time to get used to it. I remember the Mikey show switching to mornings and not being too impressive. They still have a lot of work to do as I am not completely sold on it. The show needs a clear ‘voice’, a leader. I would love to see B Rob take charge and maybe step it up a bit more. Eddie is great but I can’t see him as the lead. Ashlee well… is Ashlee. Sky is great but I don’t think she can carry the show in that manner; she will always be the voice of reason in my eyes. “The Show” has a lot of work to do, and a lot of things to fix but I can see it going the distance if these problems are addressed and fixed ASAP.

 That being said I am VERY eager to hear Mikey back on the air. We still don’t know where his new home will be, speculation points to FM 94.9. I have my doubts about that since FM 94.9 has been very vocal about priding themselves on not having talk shows on their morning air waves. I am very loyal to Mikey because to be honest he was the heart of the show. He seemed very real, very genuine. A lot of it was his faith. I am not religious per say but I do consider myself a spiritual person to some extent. You could tell, even though he was pushing his faith a bit he was doing it because he believed in it. He has that passion, be it for his faith, his fans or for his show. He really does shine and I will put my money down when Mikey comes back, every morning show in San Diego will be given a real run for its money.

So we all have a decision to make in the near future. What’s it going to be, time to choose. Cops or Robbers, Horde or Alliance, Confederate or U.S., Sith or Jedi… you get the point. The time to chose is coming close, and “The Show” has a very limited time to capture our mind and hearts. Can they do it?

So, I’m broke. Let’s face it, a lot of us are. This recession is kicking every one’s ass and unless you happen to be some awesome trust fund baby with plenty of cash to burn (if you do e-mail me) you will be looking for a bargain. Well, I happened to be cruising findiit and happened to find a local tat artist who peaked my interest. I say peaked because he offered work done if you could cover the cost of the supplies. I was floored. I thought this had to be a scam, so I sent the guy an e-mail. A few days later Jamie contacted me back and said he could see me today around 6 PM. I checked his myspace out and his art seemed legit.  So I cruised over about 6:30 ish, I had a hard time finding his place he was kind enough to give me instructions over the phone. His studio is set up in his home, it  had a very relaxed feeling and was well lit. He had all the right equipment and ink available. His whole home studio seemed clean, I’m usually a freak about germs and I was very pleased to see how clean everything was. Upon meeting Jamie my first reaction was that he was very laid back and cool. His attitude was great, he mentioned he had been doing body art for a few years and due to recession issues his shop wasn’t getting a lot of business so he ventured off on his own.   Jamie is also state licensed and blood born pathogens certified. Here is a rough idea of what I got.

He re did the art slightly so it could fit better, no complaints. After re working it he went to work and about a hour later he was done. The fee was very modest and I would reccomend ANY one looking to get some work done, pay Jamie a visit. You won’t soon regret it. Not only will you be supporting a local (born and raised) artist, you’ll be getting some sweet art out of the deal

Jamie’s Info:

- Bloodborn Pathogen Certified

- State Licensed

www.myspace.com/jamiesuazotattoo

This was a mostly inactive blog until Bruno hit the webwaves!

Well, here I am. I have a lot of free time on my hands and a lot of things to talk about. I’m going Dr. Phill style on this with a bit of geekdom for good measure. And by Dr. Phil I mean I plan to aquire the Dr. title with out actually having aquired a PhD. Hey, he can do it so can I right? Everything I talk about will be from my prespective, with my personal opinions unless I have other wise stated as fact with proof. It is with this awesome intro that I present to you myself.

About me -

Single dad that isn’t quite single. I have two little ones, I am currently a student taking a semester off from community college. I am an avid gamer, reader, movie nerd and over all geek. I have way too much time on my hands when not dealing with the two young ones. I love observing people and have a great interest in pathology.

“Never attribute to malice that which can be adequately explained by stupidity.”
-Anonymous

“Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I’m not sure about the former.”
-Albert Einstein

“Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and consciencious stupidity.”
-Martin Luther King, Jr.

“Men are born ignorant, not stupid. They are made stupid by education.”
-Bertrand Russell

“Only the wisest and stupidest of men never change.”
-Confucius

“The trouble with the world is that the stupid are cocksure and the intelligent are full of doubt.”
-Bertrand Russell

“Success in almost any field depends more on energy and drive than it does on intelligence. This explains why we have so many stupid leaders.”
-Sloan Wilson

“A stupid child is ruin to a father, and a wife’s quarreling is a continual dripping of rain.”
-The Bible: Hebrew, Proverbs 19:13

“Stupid is as stupid does.”
-Forrest Gump

“‘Stupid as a man,’ say the women: ‘cowardly as a woman,’ say the men. Stupidity in a woman is unwomanly.”
-Friedrich Nietzsche

“The stupid neither forgive nor forget; the naïve forgive and forget; the wise forgive but do not forget.”
-Thomas Szasz

“When a stupid man is doing something he is ashamed of, he always declares that it is his duty.”
-George Bernard Shaw

“To be stupid and selfish and to have good health are the three requirements for happiness, though if stupidity is lacking, the others are useless.”
-Gustave Flaubert

“Sure the people are stupid: the human race is stupid. Sure Congress is an inefficient instrument of government. But the people are not stupid enough to abandon representative government for any other kind, including government by the guy who knows.”
-Bernard Devoto

“There is no cure for stupid wives and willful children.”
-Chinese proverb

“A clever wife often sleeps with a stupid husband.”
-Chinese proverb

“Unless one pretends to be stupid and deaf, it is difficult to be a mother-in-law or father-in-law.”
-Chinese proverb

“The ugly and the stupid have the best of it in this world. They can sit at their ease and gape at the play. If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat.”
-Oscar Wilde

“You even called me stupid in your verse, and I’m almost agreeing, for where stupidity is involved, you are quite an expert, friend.”
-Franz Grillparzer

“Whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing, it is always from the noblest motives.”
-Oscar Wilde

“One always has the idea of a stupid man as perfectly healthy and ordinary, and of illness as making one refined and clever and unusual.”
-Thomas Mann

“The only thing that ever consoles man for the stupid things he does is the praise he always gives himself for doing them.”
-Oscar Wilde

“I had rather be an oyster than a man, the most stupid and senseless of animals.”
-George Berkeley

“It is dangerous to be sincere unless you are also stupid.”
-George Bernard Shaw

“We have no words for speaking of wisdom to the stupid. He who understands the wise is wise already.”
-G.C. Lichtenberg

“There are only two races on this planet-the intelligent and the stupid.”
-John Fowles

“Between a fellow who is stupid and honest and one who is smart and crooked, I will take the first. I won’t get much out of him, but with that other guy I can’t keep what I’ve got.”
-Gen Lewis B Hershey, Director, Selective Service System

“One must be a little foolish, if one does not want to be even more stupid.”
-Michel de Montaigne

“I like to think of my behavior in the sixties as a ‘learning experience.’ Then again, I like to think of anything stupid I’ve done as a ‘learning experience.’ It makes me feel less stupid.”
-P.J. O’Rourke

“Only in Britain could it be thought a defect to be ‘too clever by half.’ The probability is that too many people are too stupid by three-quarters.”
-John Major

“You have to believe in God before you can say there are things that man was not meant to know. I don’t think there’s anything man wasn’t meant to know. There are just some stupid things that people shouldn’t do.”
-David Cronenberg