Last Refuge of the Incompetent

“They said to one another, 'Behold, here cometh the dreamer.
Let us slay him and we shall see what becomes of his dreams.' ”
~Genesis

"I have spread my dreams under your feet
tread softly, because you tread on my dreams."
~William Butler Yeats

" I like the idea that a voice can just go somewhere uninvited and just kind of hang out like a dirty thought in a nice clean mind.To me a thought is like a virus. You know, it can just kill all the healthy thoughts and just take over."
~HHH

"Look, motherFUCK the moon. It was there last night and it'll be there tomorrow. I'll look at it when I'm dead because when we die we all go to the moon." We do. That's where Jesus lives.
~Girls Are Pretty

"Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent."
~Salvor Hardin

"Alcohol is the anesthesia by which we endure the operation of life."
~George Bernard Shaw

"There are no owls in Greenland."
~crankyasanoldma


I'm a pretty laid back dude. I don't think I'm better than anyone else (mostly) and I don't hold grudges. I live in the ghetto area of the Wine Country and I'm happy here. Mainly what I'm interested in is having a good time, learning a little and hopefully making some friends on the way. All of the above preferably while drinking a beer.

I live for the summer. I dig boating, camping and cycling. I'm a hobby physicist and philosopher. I read too slowly. I'm a neat freak, but I don't dust. I love to cook and I'm damn good at it. I'm incredibly vain. I'm naive more often than I expect myself to be. I'm happy but get bouts of malcontent for no apparent reason every now and then. I'm a dreamer and I want it all. And that's all I have to say about that.



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"You take the trouble to construct a civilization, to build a society based on the principles of... of principle. You make government and art and realize that they are, must be, both the same. You bring things to the saddest of all points, to the point where there is something to lose. Then, all at once, through all the music, through all the sensible sounds of men building, attempting, comes the Dies Irae. And what is it? What does the trumpet sound? 'Up yours.' "
-George, Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?

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