July 13, 2011
tonight’s conversation
Cindy: Auto-erotic asphyxiation.
Daryl: What?
Cindy: What David Carradine died of.
Daryl: Yeah. Might as well have been that, I guess.
Cindy: Might as well.
Daryl: Could have done it by kicking himself.
Cindy: Uh-huh.
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I choose to believe he died from the five point palm exploding heart technique.
A man may die many deaths, Grasshopper.
I really ought to watch Kung Fu sometime, is it on Netflix?
Probably. I lived through the original, you know. I’m old.
You lived through the old west?
I don’t know why I’m laughing so hard. And that was before I got to the comments.
Y’all know women can’t shit without yogurt?
That’s what the chick from True Lies tells me.
Hey, Cindy. There’s a thing on Nightline about women who marry Jesus.
Whoa!
I keep forgetting that I need yogurt to shit. I guess I need to watch more TV.
And they’re talking about it as if it’s normal. The yogurt and the Jesus virgins.
I can’t watch because Daryl’s watching Kill Bill Part 2–hence the above conversation. But I’d rather get your play-by-play Jesus virgins commentary, anyway.
Funny, we just finished watching Pulp Fiction. Keri had never seen it. She was not a fan.
Pulp Fiction might well be my favorite film of all time. I remember the feeling I had when watching it for the first time (on its release day). The excitement of the new. It was just amazing.
I’m inviting Quentin Tarantino to Marfa. And I’m thinking he’ll come.
Cindy, I had the same feeling.
I’ve seen it probably a dozen times, and I’m not sure I could articulate what it’s about.
It’s about bacon.
Okay, Joel. I’ll offer a roundtable seminar at clusterflockstock 4 on articulating the meaning of Pulp Fiction. Then we’ll dance.