press pass = open bar.

sometimes i really love my jorb.

here is an excerpt from an email i just received:

"Dear RUBEN,
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sweet.

"For from within, out of the hearts of men, proceed the evil thoughts, fornication, thefts, murders, adulteries, deeds of coveting and wickedness, as well as deceit, sensuality, envy, slander, pride and foolishness. All these evil things proceed from within and defile the man."

                                           - Mark 7:21-23

"To him who has nothing it is forbidden not to relish filth."
                                                      -Samuel Beckett

"Call me old fashioned, but if a tubby bar whore tells you to hit her in the face during a sloppy one night stand then, by god, you hit her with all you got. It's just the polite thing to do. Plus, when are you, especially you, going to get the chance to punch a naked fatty in the pig nose again?."

"I've been sitting here thinking about God.  I don't think I believe in God anymore.  It is not only me, I think of all the millions who must have lived like this in the war.  The Anne Franks. And back though history.  What I feel I know now is that God doesn't intervene.  He lets us suffer.  If you pray for liberty then you may get relief just because you pray, or because things happen anyhow which bring you liberty.  But God can't hear.  There's nothing human like hearing or seeing or helping about him.  I mean perhaps God has created the world and the fundamental laws of matter and evolution.  But he can't care about the individuals.  He's planned it so some individuals are happy, some sad, some lucky, some not.  Who is sad, who is not, he doesn't know, and he doesn't care.  So he doesn't exist, really."

-John Fowles, The Collector

"A misery is not to be measured from the nature of the evil, but from the temper of the sufferer."
-Joseph Addison

Ripley: Ash, can you hear me? *Ash*?

Ash: Yes, I can hear you.

Ripley: What was your special order?

Ash: You read it. I thought it was clear.

Ripley: What was it?

Ash: Bring back life form. Priority One. All other priorities rescinded.

Parker: The damn company. What about our lives, you son of a bitch?

Ash: I repeat, all other priorities are rescinded.

Ripley: How do we kill it Ash? There's gotta be a way of killing it, how, *how* do we do it?

Ash: You can't.

Parker: That's bullshit.

Ash: You still don't understand what you're dealing with, do you? Perfect organism. Its structural
perfection is matched only by its hostility.

Lambert: You admire it.

Ash: I admire its purity. A survivor... unclouded by conscience, remorse, or delusions of morality.

Parker: Look, I am - I've heard enough of this, and I'm asking you to pull the plug.

Ash: [Ripley goes to disconnect Ash, who interrupts] Last word.

Ripley: What?

Ash: I can't lie to you about your chances, but... you have my sympathies.

"i'd realized that the most important thing was to give the condemned man a chance. Even one in a thousand was good enough to set things right. So it seemed to me that you could come up with a mixture of chemicals that if ingested by the patient (that's the word i'd use: "patient") would kill him nine times out of ten. But he would know this -- that would be the one condition. For by giving it some hard thought, by considering the whole thing calmly, I could see that the trouble with the guillotine was that you had no chance at all, absolutely none. The fact was that it had been decided once and for all that the patient was to die. It was an open and shut case, a fixed arrangement, a tacit agreement that there was no question of going back on. If by some extraordinary chance the blade failed, they would just start over. So the thing that bothered me most was that the condemned man had to hope the machine would work the first time. And I say that's wrong. And in a way i was right. But in another way i was forced to admit that that was the whole secret of good organization. In other words, the condemned man was forced into a kind of moral collaboration. It was in his interest that everything go off without a hitch."

- Albert Camus, The Stranger