i’ve stopped counting

Who’s got a plate of something?…
My name is Inigo Montoya…
Juan es muy guapo…
I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts…
I am the great Cornholio…
We’re cookin’ with gas now!

I’ve meant to write something about this. I guess 2 AM is as good as any time. About a year ago I noticed how much of the time spent between friends involves the well-timed uttering of tired catch phrases to impress others with genius and coolness. Sometimes I wish I could have a good mentally-straining argument about anything at all. I also wish the post office would just deliver mail and not require me to find their building and pay them two bits because the sender cheated them of a quarter ounce of first-class automated mail handling.

And I want a Rampart arcade machine.