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slipjig3I am dedicating this post (and its comments) to the pursuit of a single goal: confession of our daily heresies, the small ones we all carry as members of modern society, without guilt or shame or fear of retribution. Note that anonymous posting has not been enabled, in the interest of all of us embracing our heretical stances and not cowering from our differences—or, dare I say, our similarities.
I will begin: *deep breath*
Lord of the Rings is boring.
Tori Amos's best album was From the Choirgirl Hotel. Liz Phair's was Whip-Smart.
Ice cream and cake have no business being on the same plate together, ever. Also, chocolate syrup trumps hot fudge any day of the week.
Eliot's "The Wasteland" is pretentious twaddle. So is Infinite Jest.
Beer is marginally drinkable at best, swill at worst.
Sammy Hagar was a better Van Halen lead singer than David Lee Roth, and had Gary Cherone stuck around, he might have beaten them both.
*another cleansing breath* Your turn. (Please note that flaming the brave confessors will not be tolerated. Thank you.)
I will begin: *deep breath*
Lord of the Rings is boring.
Tori Amos's best album was From the Choirgirl Hotel. Liz Phair's was Whip-Smart.
Ice cream and cake have no business being on the same plate together, ever. Also, chocolate syrup trumps hot fudge any day of the week.
Eliot's "The Wasteland" is pretentious twaddle. So is Infinite Jest.
Beer is marginally drinkable at best, swill at worst.
Sammy Hagar was a better Van Halen lead singer than David Lee Roth, and had Gary Cherone stuck around, he might have beaten them both.
*another cleansing breath* Your turn. (Please note that flaming the brave confessors will not be tolerated. Thank you.)
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Date: 2009-08-11 04:54 pm (UTC)I find Gershwin's ground-breaking music boring.
Children are not worth having. It's only hormones that brainwash people into thinking otherwise. You can get more happiness, cheaper, and with less effort, by sticking a fork in your eye.
Admitting to liking awful things, on the other hand...
Velveeta is good stuff. (This from a guy with a wheel of locally made Camembert in his fridge.) So are Cheez Whiz, Easy Cheese, fake crab sticks, pork fu* (eaten straight), and liver.
* Cooked, dried, shredded, spiced pork. It looks like carpet lint and tastes like soy sauce and lard. And I love it.
Miscellaneous...
Grades (in school) don't mean a damn thing.
"Magic" means that you don't know how something was accomplished. (That includes stage magic, and it includes lighting a candle, weaving a charm, chanting, and having it actually work.)