Comments on: Monday (playing to your fate) edition: Wha’ Happened?

By: lattewarrior

lattewarrior — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 18:40:39 +0000

Lou: You gonna order something, kid?
Marty McFly: Ah, yeah, give me a Tab.
Lou: Tab? I can’t give you a tab unless you order something.
Marty McFly: All right, give me a Pepsi Free.
Lou: You want a Pepsi, pal, you’re gonna pay for it.

By: Joker

Joker — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 16:48:38 +0000

“I’ve never seen purple underware before Calvin. That is your name isn’t it? Calvin Klein? It’s written all over your underware.”

By: Dave MN

Dave MN — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 16:04:58 +0000

We, for instance, cannot simply be an NFL quarterback just because we put our mind to it.

Dr. Emmitt Brown respectfully disagrees.

“Uh oh. They’ve found me. I don’t know how, but they’ve found me.”

“Who?”

“The Libyans! Run for it, Marty!”

By: Dave MN

Dave MN — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 16:03:07 +0000

Nor can we bring a 1,000-foot gorilla to life.

I was glad to see that you were only speaking for yourself here. I don’t need you telling me what I can and cannot do.

By: StraightCashHomey

StraightCashHomey — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 15:57:03 +0000

“When everyone else took one, Drugs took two.”

By: Jon

Jon — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 15:46:49 +0000

Heavy.

Also: Stu got +1 from Rand, but I think that deserves at least +2.5.

By: Drugs Delaney

Drugs Delaney — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 15:42:36 +0000

Whoa, [redacted] God, man.

By: AZGopherGirl

AZGopherGirl — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 15:05:23 +0000

My boss is a Jewish carpenter.

By: Michael Rand

Michael Rand — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 14:50:18 +0000

+1, stu.

By: Stu

Stu — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 14:41:51 +0000

So somewhere between a life that has been mapped out for us and a life that we are completely free to choose is where we all exist. And from there, as we grow older (and hopefully wiser), we become the sum of all our experiences. The luckiest of us will become as close to our idealized selves as humanly possible. The unluckiest will never unlock that mystery of fate — that notion that makes us keep doing the same things over and over because a strange part of it believes that it’s what we are and we cannot change it.

…and where you only see one set of footprints, it was then that I was carrying you.