Showing posts with label Hank Moody. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hank Moody. Show all posts
Thursday, 11 July 2013
Tuesday, 5 February 2013
Monday, 28 January 2013
Sunday, 20 January 2013
There is no right or wrong, just the consequences of your actions
I’ve lost a lot of battles, but I’ve never lost sight of the war. My
goal is to fight my way to a day when we’re old and gray and she looks
at me and says ‘I’m glad you never gave up.’ Until then, I fight. No
retreat, baby. No surrender.
Saturday, 19 January 2013
Friday, 18 January 2013
Henry Rollins: What’s your latest obsession?
Hank Moody: Just the fact that people seem to be getting dumber and dumber. You know, I mean we have all this amazing technology and yet computers have turned into basically four figure wank machines. The internet was supposed to set us free, democratize us, but all it’s really given us is Howard Dean’s aborted candidacy and 24 hour a day access to kiddie porn. People…they don’t write anymore - they blog. Instead of talking, they text, no punctuation, no grammar: LOL this and LMFAO that. You know, it just seems to me it’s just a bunch of stupid people pseudo-communicating with a bunch of other stupid people at a proto-language that resembles more what cavemen used to speak than the King’s English.
Henry Rollins: Yet you’re part of the problem, I mean you’re out there blogging with the best of them.
Hank Moody: Hence my self-loathing.
Hank Moody: Just the fact that people seem to be getting dumber and dumber. You know, I mean we have all this amazing technology and yet computers have turned into basically four figure wank machines. The internet was supposed to set us free, democratize us, but all it’s really given us is Howard Dean’s aborted candidacy and 24 hour a day access to kiddie porn. People…they don’t write anymore - they blog. Instead of talking, they text, no punctuation, no grammar: LOL this and LMFAO that. You know, it just seems to me it’s just a bunch of stupid people pseudo-communicating with a bunch of other stupid people at a proto-language that resembles more what cavemen used to speak than the King’s English.
Henry Rollins: Yet you’re part of the problem, I mean you’re out there blogging with the best of them.
Hank Moody: Hence my self-loathing.
And I don’t remember the exact moment everything changed.
I just know that it did. One minute I was impenetrable. Nothing could touch me. The next, my heart was somehow beating outside my chest, exposed to the elements. Loving you has been the most profound, intense, painful experience of my life. In fact it’s been almost too much to bare
I just know that it did. One minute I was impenetrable. Nothing could touch me. The next, my heart was somehow beating outside my chest, exposed to the elements. Loving you has been the most profound, intense, painful experience of my life. In fact it’s been almost too much to bare
Thursday, 17 January 2013
If you’re reading this, it means I actually worked up the courage to post it, so good for me. You don’t know me very well, but if you get me
started I tend to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me.
This is the hardest thing I have ever had to write. There is no easy way
to say this so I’ll just say it, I met someone. It was an accident, I
wasn’t looking for it, I wasn’t on the make; it was a perfect storm. She
said one thing and I said another and the next thing I knew I wanted to
spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation. Now there
this feeling in my gut that she might be the one. She is completely
nuts in a way that makes me smile highly neurotic, a great deal of
maintenance required. She is you and that’s the good news. The bad
news is that I don’t know how to be with you right now, and that scares
the shit out of me. Because if I am not with you right now I have this
feeling we will get lost out there. It’s a big bad world full of twists
and turns and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment. The
moment that could of changed everything. I don’t know what’s going on
with us and I can’t tell you why should waste a leap of faith on the
likes of me. But damn you smell good, like home and you make excellent
coffee that has to count for something.
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