repak shawahb
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Fri, 31 Dec 2004

transmission from my sad old heart, lite

Ham-fisted. Yeah, I know. Fuck off.

New Year's Eve is upon us, or at least, upon me, like a latex shirt on a skinny Persian frosh. 12/31/04 came in like a fucking juggernaut. News, thoughts, confusion, suspicion. All that, says Dr. Randall Phillip. No Matilda, the drama doesn't stop. Moreover, Hippo, I owe you an apology that you've retrospectively refused to accept (and wisely, in the estimation of some, though not all who professed such an opinion—you know who you are—but none of that matters anyway, the whole topic is as incapable of supporting life as the Milk by this point, having rotted away and been vented many times—on the roofdeck and elsewhere), but I'll offer it again anyway, mostly 'cause I'm on the receiving end this time, and man is it fun fun fun.

So here's the story, told in a series of songs. Have a care for the perspective shifts—I'm not always me, nor am I always the same not-me when I'm not (me).

  1. Guess I'm Doing Fine—Beck
  2. I Want You—Bob Dylan
  3. Perfect Day—Lou Reed
  4. (I Kissed A) Drunk Girl—Something Corporate
  5. Mr. Brightside—The Killers
  6. Bottle of Blues—Beck
  7. Fight Test—The Flaming Lips

I'm not sure how the story ends yet. Popular candidates include:

Yeah, like I said, ham-fisted. See also Emo.

By the way, I was discussing the other day with a friend from work whether a person who is given to hyperbole can himself be described as hyperbolic. Is a person hyperbolic because their statements are? I say yes, since it seems to me an extension of (or a taking of liberty with) usage which is entirely unambiguous and perhaps somewhat pleasing to the ear. He says no, just because it is, in his estimation, an extension of usage, the act of which is reserved for those who have established themselves as great writers or linguists. What do you guys think? Am I going to have to become Chomsky or (Heaven forbid, given the twinkie implications) Tolkien before I can officially declare myself the winner of this one?


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May wrote


Whoa. That was a cryptic post. I'd estimate I got probably 1/3 of that, mainly the music part. Dude, you like David Gray? I like David Gray! Ok, that was the limit of my comprehension. But it sounds like you're back to normal reading the later posts, so good! New Year's threw me for a loop this year as well.

Sherv wrote


Hoh cobs! You are more hyperbolic than a cosh!

shazam wrote


Um, is this Riad posting or my dad? Seriously, dude, after a late night and an enormous latte, I'm not even going to try parsing these parentheticals. It's like fscking *scheme* all up in here.

But I think I got your point.

David Gray sucks -- sorry guys. But I'll give you points for the post title (which I liked because I got it, and then I smiled), for the Sherv call (amazing!#@$), and for Beck and the Lips.

Please do not become Chomsky (because, honestly, I'd rather listen to David Gray) or Tolkien (because that bugger's *dead*, yo).

This usage of hyperbolic seems to be fine -- it's just figurative language. Metonymy, I believe: using an attribute to refer to the thing. Tell *that* to your coworker. Slap him around with the literary terms! Oh yeah!

shazam wrote


God DAMN it. I have to put paragraph tags in this shit?!@#$

Carriage returns should follow: "I think I got your point" and "That bugger's dead, yo".

repak wrote

re: returns
I've hacked my comments plugin to replace carriage returns with <br>.

repak wrote

a small test
Can one just put in HTML escapes? Let's see here—this ought to work if you can...

repak wrote

success
Excellent. <br> comes through nicely.




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