Just Pat

"...all language about everything is analogical; we think in a series of metaphors. We can explain nothing in terms of itself, but only in terms of other things." (Dorothy Sayers, Mind of the Maker, 1941)

: Name: Pat; Location: West Michigan

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Matrix Quotes I've Abused

"It's the question that drives us, Neo"

"Okey dokey.. free my mind. Right, no problem, free my mind, free my mind, no problem, right..."

"I imagine that right now you're feeling a bit like Alice, tumbling down the rabbit hole."

"Never send a human to do a machine's job."

"It's like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad..."

"Choice. The problem is choice."

"Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something? For more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Yes? No? Could it be for love? "

"I know Kung Fu."

"You have to understand, most of these people are not ready to be unplugged. And many of them are so inert, so hopelessly dependent on the system, that they will fight to protect it."

"I still like candy."

"There is no spoon."

"You didn't come here to make a choice, you've already made it. You're here to try to understand why you made it."

"Buckle your seatbelt, Dorothy, cuz Kansas is going bye-bye."

"You take the blue pill, the story ends...you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland and I'll show you how deep the rabbit hole goes."

"Welcome to the desert of the real."

"Good! Adaptation, improvisation, but your weakness is not your technique."

"What is real? How do you define real? If you're talking about what you can feel, what you can smell, what you can taste and see, then real is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain."

"Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is. You have to see it for yourself."

Tuesday, July 06, 2004

Heat Vent

May I just say that holiday traffic sucks?

If it isn't frustrating enough to have to migrate home with the fleet of boats, trailers, and jet skis (well, scratch the jet skis; they fly), then along come the folks who did not find their spiritual center before getting in their cars, and find it necessary to ride every butt on the road, and wiggle into tiny gaps between cars traveling at unnerving speeds. And for what? WHAT?! Maybe five minutes at the end of their trip.

Yeah, sheer genius.

2 Comments:

Captainwow said...: You should have flung poop at them, Pat The Pissed Off Primate!!!; 10:20 AM
Mawci said...: Poop flinger!! Poop flinger!!; 1:51 PM