Month: October 2004

This afternoon, as I was driving home from a job interview, I found myself behind a truck with the following bumper sticker stuck to its rear window:

What if everyone in the world just farted?

Of all the bumper stickers from which one has to choose, of all the sentiments one might wish to share with his or her fellow drivers, that’s the one this person paid good money for? Sheesh.

Personally, I don’t have any bumper stickers on my car — for much the same reason, I think, that I don’t have any tattoos. (If that makes any sense.) Of course, bumper stickers have the benefit of not being permanent…

I’ve always taken great comfort in Thomas Mann’s assertion that “A writer is somebody for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.”

It’s a difficulty that I think John at Thudfactor neatly sums up: “Some people cut themselves with razor blades; I continue to try to write.”

Sometimes, it’s enough to try a thing because it’s so difficult.

Sound advice from Roger Ebert:

…better to flop while trying to do something good than flop in something that could not be good, was never going to be good, and only gets worse as it plows along.

Personally, I also like The Onion‘s opinion that:

Hollywood insiders have expressed skepticism that audiences will accept anything called Taxi that does not prominently feature Jeff Conaway.

Although maybe that’s just because I’ve been rewatching Conway in episodes of Babylon 5 lately.