Patches
10-12-2007, 11:01 PM
No particular order-
Brendon of What Would Tyler Durden Do? www.wwtdd.com (a hollywood gossip site) Sample (on Lindsay Lohan going back to Utah after meeting her new boyfriend in rehab)-
Yeah that's gonna happen. You have a better chance of seeing Lindsay Lohan in the 14th century than you do in Utah by this time next week. This ho loves to party. She's not exactly Abraham Lincoln, sitting in a log cabin reading law books by the fire. Even if she did try that, she would still wake up four days later in a suite at the Palms covered in someone else's blood.
Dude from Marmaduke Explained www.marmadukeexplained.blogspot.com Sample:
http://marmadukeexplained.blogspot.com/2007/09/marmaduke-is-depressed-by-crossdressing.html
Will Leitch, deadspin.com Sample-
Like the rest of us, I find that time plays more and more tricks on me as I get older. Years slip by without me realizing it; an event that feels like it just happened turns out to have occurred three years ago. I go months without seeing friends I used to talk to every day, and it doesn't seem like all that long an amount of time. I lose track of basic dates and anniversaries, not because I don't care, but because I can't believe we've come back around to a particular day already. My sister is exactly four-and-a-half years younger than I am; she will turn 27 in two weeks, and, I swear to God, I am absolutely certain I was just 27 myself.
This is normal, and natural. Each time our age notches one more digit, we have more experiences to process, more emotions to catalog, more people who drift in and out of our lives, leaving us uncertain of their meaning, wondering if they were ever there in the first place. I've reached the age where I'm secure in who I am and where I am going; when I'm 36, I'll pretty much be the same guy I am now. Five years isn't going to change me as much as it used to. It's not progression or growth anymore; it's just the odometer, slowly clicking forward. Time completely confuses me, because age is entirely backwards; I lose perspective on how much a singular event affects me as I get older, rather than gain it. Dramatic episodes are easier to deal with in the moment because it feels like they mean less; I've had plenty of them before, and who's to say, at this second, which is more monumental than any of the others. Just more shit that happened; I'm sure there's more coming too. No need to work myself all up about it. The more experiences I have, the less each one matters. It's the absolute worst part of getting older.
But this has not happened with the St. Louis Cardinals' World Series title last year. It happened five months ago today, and it feels like it was exactly five months ago. So much has changed in my life in the last five months. People I thought would still be here are gone, and people I thought I'd never talk to have surfaced. The ground has shifted under my feet, in my personal life, my professional life, my family life. It has been a packed few months. But the Cardinals winning the World Series, physically being there at Busch Stadium with my parents and 50,000 screaming loons wearing bright red ... it's the one thing in my life that hasn't had even the slightest erosion of importance. It feels as powerful right now as it did then.
Kevin Tor-
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Brendon of What Would Tyler Durden Do? www.wwtdd.com (a hollywood gossip site) Sample (on Lindsay Lohan going back to Utah after meeting her new boyfriend in rehab)-
Yeah that's gonna happen. You have a better chance of seeing Lindsay Lohan in the 14th century than you do in Utah by this time next week. This ho loves to party. She's not exactly Abraham Lincoln, sitting in a log cabin reading law books by the fire. Even if she did try that, she would still wake up four days later in a suite at the Palms covered in someone else's blood.
Dude from Marmaduke Explained www.marmadukeexplained.blogspot.com Sample:
http://marmadukeexplained.blogspot.com/2007/09/marmaduke-is-depressed-by-crossdressing.html
Will Leitch, deadspin.com Sample-
Like the rest of us, I find that time plays more and more tricks on me as I get older. Years slip by without me realizing it; an event that feels like it just happened turns out to have occurred three years ago. I go months without seeing friends I used to talk to every day, and it doesn't seem like all that long an amount of time. I lose track of basic dates and anniversaries, not because I don't care, but because I can't believe we've come back around to a particular day already. My sister is exactly four-and-a-half years younger than I am; she will turn 27 in two weeks, and, I swear to God, I am absolutely certain I was just 27 myself.
This is normal, and natural. Each time our age notches one more digit, we have more experiences to process, more emotions to catalog, more people who drift in and out of our lives, leaving us uncertain of their meaning, wondering if they were ever there in the first place. I've reached the age where I'm secure in who I am and where I am going; when I'm 36, I'll pretty much be the same guy I am now. Five years isn't going to change me as much as it used to. It's not progression or growth anymore; it's just the odometer, slowly clicking forward. Time completely confuses me, because age is entirely backwards; I lose perspective on how much a singular event affects me as I get older, rather than gain it. Dramatic episodes are easier to deal with in the moment because it feels like they mean less; I've had plenty of them before, and who's to say, at this second, which is more monumental than any of the others. Just more shit that happened; I'm sure there's more coming too. No need to work myself all up about it. The more experiences I have, the less each one matters. It's the absolute worst part of getting older.
But this has not happened with the St. Louis Cardinals' World Series title last year. It happened five months ago today, and it feels like it was exactly five months ago. So much has changed in my life in the last five months. People I thought would still be here are gone, and people I thought I'd never talk to have surfaced. The ground has shifted under my feet, in my personal life, my professional life, my family life. It has been a packed few months. But the Cardinals winning the World Series, physically being there at Busch Stadium with my parents and 50,000 screaming loons wearing bright red ... it's the one thing in my life that hasn't had even the slightest erosion of importance. It feels as powerful right now as it did then.
Kevin Tor-
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