Sars had such a different reaction to Cusack's Proust questionnaire.
it's a tour de force of autodidact affectation, all the more remarkable because it contains a reverent reference to shamans, something you don't often hear from a man old enough to rent a car.
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(swooning from the Cusack love.)
Yeah, there are lots of others. But I love me some Cusack.
Although I probably should love him a little less since I was reading about him when I got the computer virus.
But I probably won't stay mad at him.
my fault, processing words as a career.
it contains a reverent reference to shamans, something you don't often hear from a man old enough to rent a car.
I'm confused. At 25, you stop looking up to shamans?
it's a tour de force of autodidact affectation
How else could one respond to a frickin' Proust Quesionnaire with a frickin' laser on its head?
It is, by its nature, affected. It's not the Lunchpail Schmoe Questionnaire now is it?
And I certainly can't ping him for being an autodidact. Would a grad school tour de force be as interesting, or just a hopeless spew of academic jargon?
Should it not be a tour de force, but rather lameass?
I mean, is he affected because he reads and that is reflected in his response?
Hey, some of my best friends are autodidacts.
(And my mom.) Although as far as I know, she missed Proust, as have I, fwiw.
Unless you're unable to do so, it might be simpler to read the piece. She gets to Cusack in the last 4 paragraphs, and then there are a few clarifications in the comments.
I think Cusack's super cute, but his prettiness does not offset his legendary douchebaggery.
At 25, you stop looking up to shamans?
You stop saying things like music "seems the closest art to prayer and where the shamans roam." Along with the white buffalo, I guess.
You stop saying things like music "seems the closest art to prayer and where the shamans roam."
Bwah! And, yeah, I think I'll stick to the 30-second ragging on McCain version.
"seems the closest art to prayer and where the shamans roam."
But...he's right.
Of course, it's possible that I'm affected (affectating? an affectationy person?).
Isn't he the supposed pitsniffer?
Not that I can remember celebrity blind item gossip more easily than, oh, where I put my car keys or anything.
If he'd stopped at the closest art to prayer bit, I'd be fine with it. "Where the shamans roam" leaves me thinking, "you mean... like... the buffalo?"