ellauri073.html on line 254: Hahaha look at you you fat fuck. You choose to spend your time bashing a man who has been dead for a decade, and there's no real reason for it other than the obvious jealousy that consumes you as an ugly person, inside and out. You break your criticism down into two distinctions: Foster's writing and his character. First, on your criticism of his character, I will say that it is entirely ironic that you choose to do so, considering that in your mediocre (that's right buddy your disgustingly fat ass as it is right now is entirely more mediocre than most unmistakably mediocre things, including (but not limited to) the entire Oakland Athletics organization) life your accomplishments include being - and here I'm just being honest with you, and it's possible that you may have heard this already in your pathetic, insufferable life but just hear me out -- LITERALLY THE FATTEST, BALDEST, AND JUST FLAT OUT UGLIEST PIECE OF SHIT PERSON I HAVE EVER SEEN. (For more on that here's a link to a picture I found of Matt online during a quick goggle search: https://www.google.com/sear....
ellauri073.html on line 277: Remember this Fartey, for it will serve you well: There is nothing inherently admirable or intriguing in your choosing to complain about various outlets, activities, or people. It's mundane, tiresome, and has little uniqueness. Suffice it to say, there are a million of you, Matt Fartey (and when I say you I really mean babbling little shits). You will be forgotten; there is only one David Foster Wallace...so tell me, who's really the mediocre one here?
ellauri080.html on line 729: At school, his academic results were described as mediocre. One report concluded that Gandhi was “good at English, fair in Arithmetic and weak in Geography; conduct very good, bad handwriting.” His first English teacher was an Irishman, and so Gandhi spoke English with an Irish accent.
ellauri089.html on line 55: Siisteys on sexikästä Bobista. Peewee on melkein nätti kun sen vaatteet on pesty eikä niistä puutu nappeja, ja rintanapitkin on kiinni, tosin Peeweellä ei vielä ole mainittavasti rintoja. 10v kuluttua se voisi olla sievä. Ja älykkyys on sekin sexikästä. Peewee osaa liu'uttaa laskutikkua kuin teekkari. 2*2 = noin 4. I remembered hearing Dad say: "Some people insist that mediocre is better than best. They delight in clipping wings beause they themselves can't fly. They despise brains because they have none. Pfah! They laugh at clean panties because their own are soiled!" Touché, Lapukka, eikö mitä?
ellauri145.html on line 104: Juhani Ihanus, FT (s. 8. toukokuuta 1954 Helsinki) on kulttuuripsykologian dosentti Helsingin yliopistossa, taidekasvatuksen ja taidepsykologian dosentti Aalto-yliopistossa sekä aate- ja oppihistorian dosentti Oulun yliopistossa. Hän on toiminut Helsingin yliopistossa vuodesta 1982 lähtien useissa opettaja- ja tutkijatehtävissä. Nähtävästi elinkautinen keskinkertaisuus kuten Lichtenberg. Ihanus on eurooppalaisen kirjallisuusterapian pioneereja. „Unsere Erde ist vielleicht ein Weibchen.“ „Wir fressen einander nicht, wir schlachten uns bloß.“ „Der Amerikaner, der den Kolumbus zuerst entdeckte, machte eine böse Entdeckung.“ Ihan näppäriä, muttei näillä kuuhun mennä. Silti Goethe kehui Joria taikasauvaxi, Kant alleviivas punasella sen kaikki töräyxet, ja Koala-vaari piti sitä izenäisenä ajattelijana. Tolstoinkin mielestä Lichtenberg oli parempi töräyttelijä kuin koketti följetongisti Nietzsche. Georg oli pedofiili, alkoi shtuppia 12-vuotiasta tyttöä v. 1777. Ikävä kyllä Lolita kuoli (varmaan johkin sexitautiin) 5 vuotta myöhemmin. Jostain syystä Jori digas Jacob Böhmeä. Ällöttävä Max Ernst piti Joria verrattomana huromistina. Seuraavasta penseestä mä voisin ottaa opixeni: Le degré le plus haut jusqu´où puisse s´élever un esprit mediocre, mais pourvu d´expérience, c´est le talent de decouvrir les faiblesses des hommes qui valent mieux que lui. Tässä ei ollut mitään hahatettavaa, vaikka tikulla olis kaivanut.
ellauri156.html on line 689: As I understand the Bible, there is more to the story than this, however. Our lord (meaning Jeshua) frequently told stories. Why was this? Was it because he was trying to “put the cookies on the lowest shelf”? Was he accommodating his teaching to those who might have difficulty understanding it? Sometimes our lord told stories to the religious experts, who should have been able to follow a more technical argument. No, I think his own elevator did not quite reach the upper floors. I am thinking in particular of the story of the Good Samaritan, as recorded in Luke 10. A religious lawyer stood up and asked Jesus a question, not to sincerely learn, but with the hope of making our Lord look bad before the people. He asked, “What shall I do to inherit eternal life?” Jesus turned the question around. This man was the expert in the Law of Moses, what did it teach? The man answered, “YOU SHALL LOVE THE LORD YOUR GOD WITH ALL YOUR HEART, AND WITH ALL YOUR SOUL, AND WITH ALL YOUR STRENGTH, AND WITH ALL YOUR MIND; AND YOUR NEIGHBOR AS YOURSELF, THAT IS, EVEN MORE.” (Luke 10:27). In effect, Jesus responded, “Right. Now do it.” That was the problem with the law, no one could do it without failing, and so no one could earn their way to heaven by good works. Well, how high can we get with mediocre works? Someplace between heaven and hell would actually be most preferable.
ellauri161.html on line 688: Not sure where all these positive reviews are coming from - I thought it was a rather boring film, lacking in plot and failing on many levels to keep me interested. I found this film did nothing to compliment Meryl Streep's talent. It just kinda dragged on. Great cast wasted on a bad script and mediocre directing.
ellauri162.html on line 225: Artaux Pas si Mauvais était, avec Mika Waltari et Sofi Oksanen, un des écrivains finlandais les plus connus dans le monde. Ils sont tous les trois trés mediocres.
ellauri171.html on line 1088: A mediocre little thriller that might have promised cheap fun on apocrypha shelf but destined to die a quick death on the big screen.
ellauri192.html on line 289: What sharper disservice can be rendered to literature than to consecrate the mediocre and the ephemeral? How about giving the prize to political suspects?
ellauri214.html on line 102: My very unpopular personal opinion is that Rowling is a mediocre writer at best.
xxx/ellauri127.html on line 114: Only now, 40 years after his death, are some critics daring to suggest that many of his 18 novels are mediocre at best and that his masterpiece, “Lolita,” is a gruesome celebration of pedophile rape. Moreover the cherubic writer known to us from famous Life magazine photo shoots, jauntily brandishing his butterfly net in the Tetons or the Alps, proves to be a nasty piece of work. Distasteful people can do wonderful work — Pablo Picasso was no walk in the park — but their art doesn’t excuse their obnoxious behavior.
xxx/ellauri134.html on line 450: Fear: mediocre vision or execution
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 181: Whereas Hemingway wrote passionately about boxing and his own prowess, others, like Dempsey, saw something else. “There were a lot of Americans in Paris and I sparred with a couple, just to be obliging,” the Champ said. “But there was one fellow I wouldn’t mix it with. That was Ernest Hemingway. He was about twenty-five or so and in good shape, and I was getting so I could read people, or anyway men, pretty well. I had this sense that Hemingway, who really thought he could box, would come out of the corner like a madman. To stop him, I would have to hurt him badly, I didn’t want to do that to Hemingway. That’s why I never sparred with him.” Hemingway’s frequent sparring partner and fellow writer Morley Callaghan offered another sobering account of his training partner, saying, “we were two amateur boxers. The difference between us was that Ernie had given time and imagination to boxing; I had actually worked out a lot with good fast college boxers.” I had never seen Mr. Hemingway box, of course. But I will say this: the confidence of mediocre men is a fucking superpower. I have met many versions of this guy. Hell, I’ve sparred with the dude myself.
xxx/ellauri304.html on line 645: Did you ever hear of a guy with plumber’s block? Electrician’s block? Did a mechanic ever have mechanic’s block? No, no, and no. The reason is that none of them get paid if they don’t show up to work, so block isn’t really a viable option like flu. However for writers, it often is, but then, they don't get paid. Read Trollope’s autobiography. He worked according to schedule and if he finished a novel, but still had fifteen minutes left in his usual writing day, he would take a fresh piece of paper, write “Chapter One” and get started immediately. Time’s a-wasting, children, said Trollope and went out to fornicate some neighborhood trollops. It pays to be mediocre.
xxx/ellauri304.html on line 647: I am proud that I never got to be as much as mediocre. Perfect is the enemy of good. (Oh, shut up, liberal, Who asked you?) I also worked with Clint on Lala land. It was great, and so was Clint. Steps is a book by a Polish-American writer Jerzy Kosiński (1933-1991, nee Lewinkopff, luopio, vsta 1957 loikkari), released in 1968 by Random House. The work comprises scores of loosely connected vignettes or short stories, which explore themes of social control and alienation by depicting scenes rich in erotic and violent motives. It was no longer recognized by any literary agent in the eighties. Random House turned it down with a form rejection letter. Well maybe it was a piece of shit to start with.
xxx/ellauri380.html on line 465: Iraqis showed ineptness against an Iranian military ripped apart by revolutionary turmoil in the 1980s and could not win a three-decades-long war against the Kurds. The Arab military performance on both sides of the 1990 Kuwait war was at best mediocre. And the Arabs have done poorly in nearly all the military confrontations with Israel. Why this unimpressive record? There are many factors—economic, ideological, technical—but perhaps the most important has to do with culture and certain societal attributes which inhibit Arabs from producing an effective military force.
xxx/ellauri400.html on line 212: Arnold did not like lyrics and could not stand romantics nor comics. He was a typical mediocre Victorian. Arnold is sometimes called the third great Victorian poet, along with Alfred, Lord Tennyson, and Robert Browning.
xxx/ellauri415.html on line 50: Nylah Burton is a writer of good journalism and mediocre poetry. She has been described by racists and anti-Semites as “emotional, disrespectful, and volatile.” She thinks this is the best review of her writing she’s ever received. Her frigid grandma has it tattooed on her Fridgidaire. Here is what she writes:
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