Monday, August 02, 2004

We're No Better, Only Older

Thoughts while downloading Firefox, which I'm doing because Blogger's doing the occasional bizarre thing with Netscape:

Tragedy: dramatic genre that presents the heroic or moral struggle of an individual, culminating in his or her ultimate defeat.

I've decided that the word of the day is contrition, like Michael Corleone in Godfather III, but without all of the Catholocism and Mafia stuff. As such, I've decided that I'm going to spend the entirety of Monday in a mode of contemplation with regard to my place in the world and what kind of person I am. Pity I turned the comments off, otherwise you could just tell me.

Tyler isn't here. Tyler went away. Tyler gone.

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