Today marks the 40th anniversary of the legendary Aloha From Hawaii special. Here is my favorite performance from the show.
I remember when you brought me solace when I wanted it the least but needed it the most. The warmth of your clutch during winter and the sweat that kept us together in summer. I never asked to love you. I only asked to be loved. You were never good for me but on occasion, good to me. You gave me what the body needed but took what the heart needed most. I wish it were you feeling what I feel instead. So in the meantime, take your hand from my throat and around your own and stare in the mirror until you turn blue. May that bring you what you did to me. Congratulations, for becoming just another notch in my bedpost. Don’t make her one in yours.—
Happy birthday baby <3
The Big Bang boys will boldly go where many geeks have gone before in this Thursday’s episode.
WhichStar Trekgetup is your favorite: Howard as a member of the Borg, Raj as the Klingon security chief Lt. Worf, Leonard as the intrepid Capt. Jean-Luc Picard, or Sheldon as the android Lt. Commander Data?
Love is just another dirty lie. Love is ergoapiol pills to make me come around because you were afraid to have a baby. Love is quinine and quinine and quinine until I’m deaf with it. Love is that dirty aborting horror that you took me to. Love is my insides all messed up. It’s half catheters and half whirling douches. I know about love. Love always hangs up behind the bathroom door. It smells like lysol. To hell with love. Love is making me happy and then going off to sleep with your mouth open while I lie awake all night afraid to say my prayers even because I know I have no right to anymore. Love is all the dirty little tricks you taught me that you probably got out of some book. All right. I’m through with you and I’m through with love.
Farewell Ravi, say hi to George for us.
The Japanese love their cats.
Most people’s reality is an illusion, a great big illusion. You automatically have to succumb to the illusion that ‘I am this body’. I am not George. I am not really George. I am this living thing that goes on, always has been, always will be, but at
this time I happen to be in ‘this’ body. The body has changed; was a baby, was a young man, will
soon be an old man, and I’ll be dead. The
physical body will pass but this bit in the middle,
that’s the only reality. Why live in the darkness all your life? Why, if you are unhappy, if you are having a miserable time, why not just look at it. Why are you in the darkness? Look for the light. The light is within. That is the big message
who passed away on this day in 2001.
“I really like you, Midori. A lot.”
“How much is a lot?”
“Like a spring bear,” I said.
“A spring bear?” Midori looked up again. “What’s that all about? A spring bear.”
“You’re walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring, and this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and shiny little eyes comes walking along. And he says to you, “Hi, there, little lady. Want to tumble with me?’ So you and the bear cub spend the whole day in each other’s arms, tumbling down this clover-covered hill. Nice, huh?”
“Yeah. Really nice.”
“That’s how much I like you.” —Murakami, Norwegian Wood