Editorial judgment
I woke up this morning at like 3 AM, drunk as a lord and in the mood to post some "Ooh I'm done with college!"-type thoughts on FLOG. Somehow, though, I did the sensible thing and wrote them down without publishing them. So now I can parse through them and give you the good bits out of their maudlin context. Enjoy:
- "When one reaches a point in life where it's appropriate to reflect . . . is it necessary to have 'Salisbury Hill' repeating over and over in your head? All "heart going boom boom boom" and such like about some giant eagle guiding Peter Gabriel to his destiny? Because I'd rather not. I would rather have 'Shock the Monkey' or 'Sledgehammer.'"
- "I figure that, at current rates, by the time I croak I will have had like 10 cats and 8 dogs."
- "My dogs . . . both seem to have settled into a fully rewarding existence based on bones, bacon, homosexuality, and the occasional swim."
- "70 mph now feels slow to me; I'm happiest at 85 or 90. I can remember a time when 70 was thrilling, but it seems so long ago."
. . . And that's really all I'd care to share with you. I'm glad we had this talk.