“You own everything that has happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have treated you better.”
Spacey just delivered a Ferris-Bueller-direct-to-the-camera-confessional IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS EULOGY. IS THERE NOTHING THIS MAN CAN’T DO?!
This is easily the first episode of the season which feels like Community.
Scene: Saturday morning. A sidewalk in the East Village. TERRENCE, STEVE and OLIVIA are walking, each alone, in the same general direction along the busy city street. A bright light flashes across the sky.
“Why would you put onions on a burger when I specifically said not to?! I thought you said I could have it my way?!”
Would the show lose its heart? Would it become a shell of its former self?
I’m a bit of a renaissance man.
Well, not everybody can be fake unless you’re one of those annoying people in grad school who thinks that everyone who adheres to a capitalistic society is “fake,” in which case go back to the Nietzsche, dude.
Yesterday Deadspin reported that Manti Te’o’s girlfriend, (Lennay Kekua is her name) the one who died? She didn’t exist.
Even at the things you’d think airports would be good for, like people-watching; they aren’t event good for that.