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"I'm stoked, having reached a place where I can finally
spell judgment without having to check. There's no e
between the..."
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Schools (Other):
Rollins, NYU
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Occupation:
shoving words into the flapping mouths of cartoons
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Hobbies and Interests:
I have some favorite books, some favorite movies, some favorite music, some favorite TV shows that I guess I could list, but... oh, wait....
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Favorite Books:
World According to Garp. Kav and Clay. Most Vonnegut. Unbearable Lightness of Being. The Missing Piece. The Dirt by Motley Crue. Wonder Boys. The Girl in the Flammable Skirt. The Power of Myth. Am I allowed to say Lolita?
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Favorite Movies:
Sideways. My Life As A Dog. LOTR. Manhattan and Annie Hall. Master and Commander.
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Favorite Music:
Currently in rotation - Devendra Banhart, My Morning Jacket, Leonna Naess, The Arcade Fire, Holly Golightly, new Death Cab, New Pornographers, old Ennio Morricone soundtracks, Early Rod Stewart, Whiskeytown, The Exploding Hearts (R.I.P., we hardly knew ye), Tom Waits, Stars, Sufjan Stevens, The Beatles (always), and on and on
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Favorite TV Shows:
The Office (British one). Sopranos. Deadwood. The Shield. The O.C. Anything involving Man in some sort of competition with Beast.
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Zodiac Sign:
Sagittarius
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About Me:
I'm stoked, having reached a place where I can finally
spell judgment without having to check. There's no e
between the g and the m. I know this now. I will never look
back.
So there's that.
I make a mean mix CD. (Damn the playlist, physical media lives on!!) Get one from me, and you'll never be the same.
I recently fixated on the fact that someone told me I fixated on things. And I did so without any hint of irony.
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Who I Want to Meet:
She has hair the color of an antique oak desk and she works at a hip little record store (by day (more on this later)). But everyone there picks on her, cause she's the only employee who openly caves in to her Neil Diamond craving, and she can't see why ANYone would like Bright Eyes. She has superpowers. She fights crime at night. She...
We're supposed to be talking about girls and dates and stuff here,right?
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Bart is hysterically funny and has a great heart, so you can never stay mad at him... even if you want to! Dammit.
p.s.- you got the deep part right, but they're blue, not brown. ;)
I met Bart in the hallway and asked him what had happened. He said there was nothing to worry about, and that he and the dept. chair were simply rehearsing their new act for the college variety show. "That's one hell of an act." I said " What do you call it?" Bart turned to me, smiled and said "I call it, The Aristocrats."
heart to cry... but a stronger heart to say
why.
Barton and I were roommates in Rollins
College, and he has remained one of
my best friends. I'd lay down in traffic for
the guy...on a sidewalk. (boom chic) I'd
take a beating with a bat for him-- a
wiffle ball bat-- But it's the sentiment that
counts.
I would also say he's one of the most
talented writers of dialogue that I have
ever met. As a matter of fact, it's time
the world knows everything that has
come out of my mouth for the last 8
years was first penned by Barton
Bishop. He is one my top staff writers.
So I would like to thank Bart for helping
me get into grad school, for winning
over my girlfriend, and for giving me
such witty things to say. Next season,
we should work on my movie career.
I love you, man. This Buds for you.
~Matty J.
he thought it made him sound like a
pedophile. so i would like to start this by
saying, barton is in no way a pedophile. new
york without barton is like carrot cake
without icing. it might be fine. it might be
nutricious. but is it good? do you crave it?
no way, jose.
guess I have had one of the longest on-going
frienships in my life with Bart. There are many
things to be said about him- freakishly witty,
smart, and my favorite, neurotic. It is what makes
him the next Woody Allen. Except that he probably
won't marry his adopted daughter. And, my fave
Bartism- I know what the significance of this
fucking picture is! It is all about where you come
from . . .
didn't even hit me when he found out
little Morita's daddy was Peter
Cetera. Anyhow, it's all good now and
we're livin' LARGE off of our 1/13 of
the royalties of "You're the
Inspiration".