Me, Myself, and I
- Faith in humanity: a musing
I love this weird internet typist community we have here. When I discovered this website I had no idea that the people on here would actually inspire me in an odd sort of way, or introduce me to books and movies and shows, or talk to each other in this roundabout way. I can't explain why, but you all give me happiness and faith in humanity. Thank you.
Anonymous
- "Keyboard Ping-Pong" a response
I agree, one of my favorite words to type is the word 'answer' because you get to... well you just typed the word so obviously you understand why it's so much fun. Answer.
Anonymous
- "Just Random Thoughts" : a response
On the other hand, I don't think that practicing typing means you're not following your dreams; I see it more as a simple pleasure. I honestly do this more for fun and personal development than anything else and there's something to be said for that, even if it isn't 'living the dream,' per say. Life is full of simple pleasures and great pleasures and it would be empty without a balance of the two.
me, myself, and i
- Appreciation Post
This is just a letter of love from me to you, yes you, typing away on your computer. I hope you have a good day, and if not, don't worry. There's always tomorrow. My motto for this whole mess has been 'another day, another day.' We're all just getting through it and I hope the light of this message can brighten your day just a little bit :).
James Spader
- Interview with:
Our innate desire to be loved is not something that we can just put away in a little box and save it over here and take out when we'd like to, in the same way that our innate desire to be amused is not something that we can just put in a box and put away. It's always there, it's always a part of our lives, it's always part of everything that we do.
James Spader
- 1997 Interview with:
Sexuality is everything to me. It informs everything in our lives. I don't think it's just something that you can put down and put away. It decides what you wear in the morning, it decides how you put yourself together, it decides how you put your hair, it decides how you're going to sit, it decides how you carry yourself. It dictates what you laugh at, it dictates what you're interested in, it dictates what it is you look at and how it is you look at someone and how it is you talk to someone.
William Golding
- Lord of the Flies
At last he turned away and looked down at the beaches. The fire by the platform appeared to be out, or at least making no smoke. Further along the beach, beyond the little river and near a great slab of rock, a thin trickle of smoke was climbing into the sky. Simon, forgetful of the flies, shaded his eyes with both hands and peered at the smoke.
George Orwell
- 1984
Winston was dreaming of his mother. He must, he thought, have been ten or eleven years old when his mother had disappeared. She was a tall, statuesque, rather silent woman with slow movements and magnificent fair hair.
