Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this 4th wall.

“We are two mariners…”

And Moby Dick as an 80s rock musical.

“…And before us grew the angry jaws of a giant whale…”

Something requiring deciding quickly probably isn’t what I wanted to be doing anyhow.

Def and don’t think.

You have a very attractive checklist.
“I get told that all the time. Though you may need to tweak it.”
I’ll tweak your checklist.

Entertaining the distraction.

Did I miss a call from you? I was too busy watching a pirated copy of Black Swan with M[] and D[] and B[] and M[] that froze right after the masturbation scene. fml. Luckily, the hilariously, hilariously mistranlasted chinese to english subtitles provided enough comedy to cut any tension.

Our problem isn’t that we overthink, it’s that we underdo.

I love when I simultaneously realize what I like, why I like it, and what I need to not do.
I hate when I accidentally try to go to thingI'msearchingfor.com instead of searching for it.

“Upon the rooftops in dead of night / You'll hear me cry, I'll shake you from your sleep…”

Scaling 4 foot snowdrifts so densely packed in places that my weight is supported, and eventually stagger into a Decemberists’ concert. Story of my life: despite the redline’s best efforts, I shall have fun.

“…For I am a poor and a wretched boy / A chimbley, chimbley sweep…”

I'm thinking of doing something crazy and foolish, like going outside. Nevermind. I'm actually looking up Pacific Northwest Tree Octopi.
Oh, well good. That was going ot be my suggestion, in fact.

I’m thinking of doing something crazy and foolish.

You know, you’re hard to read. You like Paris, and hate French.
I like places and hate people. Oh. haha That was a language, not a substantive.

The problem with a veto is how a 2/3 majority overrides it.

The lesson of Yalta is that there’s always Tehran.
“See you in Berlin, then.”
Meet you halfway.

Youth passes like a clung autumn, left behind when the last day of school is abandoned.
Snow days are forever.

“…School’s out forever…”

“They’re falling down like a domino…”

The problem with debt is temporal: the future is obligated to the past. But unless the debt is for future’s benefit, why should they undertake past’s burden? Rather, future protests, and righteously defaults. But then what is past to do: what motivation for goodwill, if they are merely enacting their replacement?

“…All the kids in the marketplace say…”

Thus passes Machiavelli, done in by a supermajority of past and future.

“…Walk like an Egyptian…”

Saw King’s Speech, the natural progression from My Fair Lady’s satirization of linguistic distinction in social strata: can a speech therapist make royalty sound like royalty? But I can’t help myself from considering outrageous unintended parallels: George son of George, unexpectedly ascending to highest power ahead of his elder brother, thrust into a geopolitical war against a charismatic madman, and crippled by an inability in language usage.

I wasn't sure whether to refer to as a friend or a friend's roommate. It's in between, like, half-a-friend. Like, J[], before we had our bad poetry bonding moment.

The right and wrong way to communicate.

Already pillaged her recycling bin: it’s what she would have wanted.

You got to be careful about falling in love with trash cans.

“I once forgot my bookbag at Olive Garden, but that doesn’t make me the mayor of Italy.”

The many flavors of theta.

“Long time no see / Long time no say…”

Being nice is the gateway to being sneaky.

“…And your capital letters keep me asking for more…”

Every website is at most 6 links from Kevin Bacon’s wiki page.

“The Huey Lewis Show” isn’t just funny, but also therapeutic, when the audience prompt, for a newspaper headline they will never read, is “Chicago Beats Green Bay”.

DC is so not the city to move to if you need a winning football team to stick around.

The Iceberg.

If this makes no sense it’s because I really am running out to buy lettuce.

Submitting a recursive metaentry feels like phoning in a guilty pleasure, but a SI single is a SI single.