Volcano
If you look at old books, you really do get the feeling that back in the old days, people were a lot thicker. They had the occasional bloke like Shakespeare and the Buddha, but it doesn’t make up for the dodgy spelling and the lack of PSPs. Look at a bloke like Chaucer, for instance, probably the biggest name in English Literature before 1500. Not only can he not spell, by the looks of it he can’t even talk, and he only has two topics of conversation, namely: God and farting. As you can see they can't draw horses either.
It’s not just the dark ages that display the widespread dispersion of the shit-head gene. I was watching that Volcano movie on TV last night, and it seems like everyone was really dim in 1997 too. Back then people believed that nature was so piss-weak that it could be controlled by Tommy Lee Jones, and that lava had the approximate singeing power of your mum’s toaster. Ann Heche plays the vulcanologist, Don Cheadle has a look of barely suppressed despair, and there is a heroic dog as well. Shit.
posted by Chairman Peyote @ 1:16 AM
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