Pego wrote:You are lucky. Lonewolf, tandfman and I still love you.
"So I got that goin' for me, which is nice." - Carl Spackler (and me)
The full soliloquoy which I keep in my pocket of my white coat at work, to look at on bad days, to cheer me up:
So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one -- big hitter, the Lama -- long, into a 10,000 foot crevice, right at the base of this glacier. And do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga...gunga -- gunga galunga. So we finish the 18th and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice.
I also keep this one from Seinfeld to cheer me up on bad days, from George Costanza and marine biologist episode:
The sea was angry that day, my friends. Like an old man trying to send back soup at a deli. I got about 50 feet out, and suddenly, the great beast appeared before me. I tell ya’, he was 10 stories high if he was a foot. As if sensing my presence, he let out a great bellow. I said, “Easy, big fella!” And then, as I watched him struggling, I realized something was obstructing his breathing. From where I was standing I could see directly into the eye of the great fish.