3.15.2005

An existential crisis

My pocket watch has stopped ticking. This upsets me greatly. I'm sure it's just an issue with the battery and easily fixable, but I love my pocket watch. I love it to the point that I think I have some sort of symbiotic relationship with it, which makes me worry that now 1 of 2 things will happen:

1)
I will stop aging completely, much like Dorian Gray.
2)
I will die.

I'll keep you updated.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hola, Tim. This is Megan Coyle. I'm sort of a newcomer to xanga, so I've been reading your blog - makes me laugh :) The pocket watch reminded me of a quote from The Sound and the Fury..."I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it." I know, kinda random, just wanted to say hello really. Hope all is well! Peace - Meg

Timmy Tapeworm said...

Hey Megan! Good to hear from you. Thanks for laughing at my blog - it's really the only reason I do it. And now the entire place feels a lot classier, thanks to your quote. Geez, that's definitely the most intelligent thing that's been on here for a long time. Thanks for that. Hope all is well with you!

Anonymous said...

You bastard. I intelligent-up your blog all the freaking time.

-- Jake

Anonymous said...

Rough about the stopwatch. Are you sure it isn't the kind you should have been winding every morning? ;) Get a new battery, it'll all work out. Although I must say that the whole stoping aging thing would be sweet. You should learn how to bottle it and then sell it in the "New Age Drinks" section. You would make a killing. Speaking of that entry... I don't think I followed why you were "Chanting Cherry Coke" but then again, it probably is just yet another reference I am missing.

Timmy Tapeworm said...

"Intelligent" quotes from Jacob:

"As a snake charmer, I am offended by your sketch. I'm calling the ACLU, FAG!"

(After two deleted posts)

"Yeah, all those were me. Stupid internet screw ups. Keep on truckin', baby."

"To think, all those years of show choir were not hell in themselves, but rather preparation for hell."

Thanks for making things classy around here, Jacob.