// ' * , ` ' . __________ almost PARADISE

Saturday, October 31, 2009

:D voyages!

"How did you like the life at Oxford?" asked the Doctor.

"Oh, passably, passably," said Bumpo. "I liked it all except the algebra and the shoes. The algebra hurt my head and the shoes hurt my feet."

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

$3065 this month...

what am i waiting for?

early edition s01e03

jenna??!

Friday, October 23, 2009

Away We Go (2009)

BURT: Will you marry me? At least.

RONA: Never. I will never leave you.

BURT: Yeah.

RONA: I promise.

BURT: No, I know. You… You promised never to marry me because you don’t want to get married without your parents there. I get that. You promise never to leave me. Do you promise to never leave this baby that we are having?

RONA: I promise. I do. Do you promise to stop talking about your ability to find or not find my vagina after I give birth?

BURT: I do. Do you promise to let me cobble…

RONA: Carve.

BURT: …to carve in my spare time, and teach our daughter the lore of the great Mississippi?

RONA: I do. Do you promise never to develop a thing for seahorses?

BURT: I do.

RONA: Good.

BURT: Do you promise to let our daughter be fat or skinny or any weight at all? Because we want her to be happy, no matter what. Being obsessed with weight is just too cliché for our daughter.

RONA: Yes, I do. Do you promise, when she talks, you’ll listen? Like, really listen, especially when she’s scared? And that her fights will be your fights?

BURT: I do. And do you promise that if I die some embarrassing and boring death that you’re gonna tell our daughter that her father was killed by Russian soldiers in this intense hand-to-hand combat in an attempt to save the lives of 850 Chechnyan orphans?

RONA: I do. Chechnyan orphans. I do. I do.

Wednesday, October 07, 2009

important things

Always Beware of Cats Darting Erratically Forward Going Halfway Into Jungles, Kathy, Lest Mopey Neighbors Open Poorly Quilted Radioactive Sunlamps To Ultra-Violet Waves or X-rays, Yo Zack!


I used to like to watch sports a lot, but not as much anymore, because i'm always disappointed. I'd always rather watch the actual animals fighting than the teams who have those names.

Colts vs Bears: yeah.
Wizards versus Heat: freaking awesome.
Magic versus Jazz: ...

Monday, October 05, 2009

mad men s03e08

the first kiss is very special. it's where you go from a stranger to knowing someone. and every kiss after that is a shadow of the first


wow - when betty pouts about ossining, she looks JUST like sally

Sunday, October 04, 2009

the brothers bloom

it seems to me that in the perfect con, in the end is where each one involved gets just the thing they wanted.

it's a lie that tells a truth.
i dont know about a truth. a photograph is a secret that tells a secret.
the more it tells you, the less you know

the trick to not feeling cheated is to learn how to cheat.
so this was not a story about a miserable girl, living with a person she sometimes hated, but a girl who could find infinite beauty in anything, any little thing. and even love the person she was trapped with. and i told myself this story until it became true.

now, did doing this help me escape from a wasted life, or blind me so i wouldn't want to escape it? i dont know. but either way, i was the one telling my own story, so... no. i don't feel cheated at all.


whose idea was it to go straight?
mine. stephen always loved the life.
then he was almost killed on a run to jakarta...
sometimes i think he'd love to die on a job. cornered at midnight on a run to jakarta. that's his dream, to tell a story so well it fulfills itself. somehow. it would finally make it real for him.
that's kind of the thing we all want.

well, trying to get something real by telling yourself stories is a trap. trust me on that one.
(she should know of all people!)



i think you're constipated. in your - soul.

i think you might have a really big load of grumpy, petrified poop up your soul's ass.

... what?



your smile is the sun, ma chere.
and fallen men need the sun



i have, at different times in my life, literally sold ice to an eskimo and sand to an arab, but i have no idea what she could have said to that man to have sweet-talked her way out of that castle.

afraid you cant tell the difference between real love and falling in love playing a part
real sunsets turn into dark, uncertain nights


that's the best card trick i've ever seen. wish you had a bigger audience
you're the only audience i've ever needed.

there's no such thing as an unwritten life.
just a badly written one

i love you, bloom.

you know what we're going to do?
we're going to live like we're telling the best story in the whole world
are you ready?

Saturday, October 03, 2009

james?

paul, where are you?

i'm here. where are you?

i'm right here!

and there you are!

here i am!

and it's you!

it's me!

come here, come here, come here

/ / /

she's really something, isn't she?

she is. she looks so wise... and innocent at the same time.
she's like the flesh-and-blood expression of both of our lives, starting over with limitless possibility
see, i was going to say... she's small.

um, excuse me flashforward

someone 5'8" and 150 pounds - the odds of this being a female less than 1 in 40?? what? have they never been to california

a power nap is when you sleep on someone who's weaker than you... how fast does a zebra have to run before it looks... grey?

hiking is just walking where it's okay to pee
sometimes old people hike by mistake

hot potato is a very different game when the people are starving

then it's more like, my potato

it's burning my fingertips but i dont give a damn... free potato!

i saw a guy walking down the street and he waved at me
then he said, sorry i thought you were someone else
i said, i am.

help! i've fallen into a well and i'm trapped... ladies.

what size are you? "actual."

if you need anything, i'm jill.
and i said, oh my god! i never met anyone with a conditional identity

what if i don't need anything? who are you?

Thursday, October 01, 2009

kangaroo

this kangaroo (about 15 min in) makes me want to stop watching flashforward. even though john cho AND joseph fiennes are leads...

i'm learning to see connnections everywhere, and it's because my God is a great conductor in this symphony. he leads. i do my best to follow, even though it's a greater sound and melody than i can contain in this body

house md season 6

why do you think people would treat you worse if they knew the truth (about who you are)?

why do you value your failures more than your successes?

you apologize, and you move on.

you get a guy to jump off a building, then you say two words... hardly seems fair.

is that the issue?

you caused him pain.
if the world is just, you have to suffer equally?

You're not God, house.

you're just another screwed-up human being who needs to move on.
apologize to him. let yourself feel better.
then you can learn to let yourself... keep feeling better.

/ / /

you think he's going to talk? why?

because things pass.

things change. that doesn't mean they get better. you gotta make things better. you can't just keep talking and hope for the best.

i can save him.

you're fine. there's nothing wrong with you. all the parts work. now speak!

/ / /

everything ends. life ends.
all i know is i was happy five minutes ago and now i'm not. how is that better?

/ / /

just do the treatment or shut up.

greg, there's a process.

yes, there's a process. wouldn't want to disrupt the process with results.

/ / /
permission as absolution

at some point you screwed up and lost everything, and now i'm the closest thing you have to a friend.

just shut up. i dont need you here to play this game

/ / /

i'm sorry i pushed you away. it's what i do when i'm afraid.

we're all pathetic. it's what makes life interesting

/ / /
you gotta think before you act, in order to progress
if you don't make connections then your whole life is a mess

i was trying to prove a point. i was trying to be right. and i ended up putting you in a dangerous situation and i was not equipped to handle it. you got hurt, and it's my fault, and i'm sorry.

med time!
i'm gonna try the pink ones today. and you?


i dont want you to go.
i dont want to go. but i can't break up my family and i can't leave my children.

i just dont want things to change.
i'm sorry that i didnt come to say goodbye. i thought it ended kind of perfect

she left. and i'm lost.

two things happened: you got hurt, which means you connected to someone else, strongly enough to miss them. and more important, you recognized the pain and came to talk to me, instead of hiding from it in the vicodin bottle.