Say a kind and dirty word for George Carlin
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Have fun in fucking heaven, George.
Posted by: Somebody | Jun 23, 2008 10:43:59 AM
Nothing was more brilliant than his "I am..." routine which as far as I know he only did once on television on Jay Leno's show. Just memorizing it was an act of genius.
One of the boys of Irish Harlem, just below 125th street on the West Side off Riverside Drive. I knew three guys from that neighborhood...all talkers par excellence and if they didn't beat you in debate, they'd kick your ass if they started to lose.
He did some commercials for us in the late 90s. Didn't diminish him in the least.
Rest in peace, George.
Posted by: Tom Messner | Jun 23, 2008 11:44:25 AM
Nothing was more brilliant than his "I am..." routine which as far as I know he only did once on television on Jay Leno's show. Just memorizing it was an act of genius.
One of the boys of Irish Harlem, just below 125th street on the West Side off Riverside Drive. I knew three guys from that neighborhood...all talkers par excellence and if they didn't beat you in debate, they'd kick your ass if they started to lose.
He did some commercials for us in the late 90s. Didn't diminish him in the least.
Rest in peace, George.
Posted by: Tom Messner | Jun 23, 2008 11:44:44 AM
Repeated that in homage to Rosser Reeves.
Posted by: Tom Messner | Jun 23, 2008 11:45:21 AM
Repeated that in homage to Rosser Reeves.
Posted by: Tom Messner | Jun 23, 2008 11:45:36 AM
Repeated that in homage to Rosser Reeves.
Posted by: Tom Messner | Jun 23, 2008 11:45:46 AM
Repeated that in homage to Rosser Reeves.
Posted by: Tom Messner | Jun 23, 2008 11:45:54 AM
Things you never wanna hear:
"Honey, it's the police... they have a search warrant, and the 300 kilos of cocaine are still sitting out in the living."
You were/are a genius, Mr. Carlin.
Posted by: cf | Jun 23, 2008 5:29:22 PM
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"I’m a modern man, a man for the millennium. Digital and smoke free. A
diversified multi-cultural, post-modern deconstruction that is
anatomically and ecologically incorrect. I’ve been up linked and
downloaded, I’ve been inputted and outsourced, I know the upside of
downsizing, I know the downside of upgrading. I’m a high-tech low-
life. A cutting edge, state-of-the-art bi-coastal multi-tasker and I
can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond!
I’m new wave, but I’m old school and my inner child is outward bound.
I’m a hot-wired, heat seeking, warm-hearted cool customer, voice
activated and bio-degradable. I interface with my database, my
database is in cyberspace, so I’m interactive, I’m hyperactive and
from time to time I’m radioactive.
Behind the eight ball, ahead of the curve, ridin the wave, dodgin the
bullet and pushin the envelope. I’m on-point, on-task, on-message and
off drugs. I’ve got no need for coke and speed. I've got no urge to
binge and purge. I’m in-the-moment, on-the-edge, over-the-top and
under-the-radar. A high-concept, low-profile, medium-range ballistic
missionary. A street-wise smart bomb. A top-gun bottom feeder. I wear
power ties, I tell power lies, I take power naps and run victory laps.
I’m a totally ongoing big-foot, slam-dunk, rainmaker with a pro-active
outreach. A raging workaholic. A working rageaholic. Out of rehab and
in denial!
I’ve got a personal trainer, a personal shopper, a personal assistant
and a personal agenda. You can’t shut me up. You can’t dumb me down
because I’m tireless and I’m wireless, I’m an alpha male on beta-
blockers.
I’m a non-believer and an over-achiever, laid-back but fashion-
forward. Up-front, down-home, low-rent, high-maintenance. Super-sized,
long-lasting, high-definition, fast-acting, oven-ready and built-to-
last! I’m a hands-on, foot-loose, knee-jerk head case pretty maturely
post-traumatic and I’ve got a love-child that sends me hate mail.
But, I’m feeling, I’m caring, I’m healing, I’m sharing-- a supportive,
bonding, nurturing primary care-giver. My output is down, but my
income is up. I took a short position on the long bond and my revenue
stream has its own cash-flow. I read junk mail, I eat junk food, I buy
junk bonds and I watch trash sports! I’m gender specific, capital
intensive, user-friendly and lactose intolerant.
I like rough sex. I like tough love. I use the “F” word in my emails
and the software on my hard-drive is hardcore--no soft porn.
I bought a microwave at a mini-mall; I bought a mini-van at a mega-
store. I eat fast-food in the slow lane. I’m toll-free, bite-sized,
ready-to-wear and I come in all sizes. A fully-equipped, factory-
authorized, hospital-tested, clinically-proven, scientifically-
formulated medical miracle. I’ve been pre-wash, pre-cooked, pre-
heated, pre-screened, pre-approved, pre-packaged, post-dated, freeze-
dried, double-wrapped, vacuum-packed and, I have an unlimited
broadband capacity.
I’m a rude dude, but I’m the real deal. Lean and mean! Cocked, locked
and ready-to-rock. Rough, tough and hard to bluff. I take it slow, I
go with the flow, I ride with the tide. I’ve got glide in my stride.
Drivin and movin, sailin and spinin, jiving and groovin, wailin and
winnin. I don’t snooze, so I don’t lose. I keep the pedal to the metal
and the rubber on the road. I party hearty and lunch time is crunch
time. I’m hangin in, there ain’t no doubt and I’m hangin tough, over
and out!"
Posted by: TOM MESSNER | Jun 23, 2008 5:49:59 PM
