Fifteen Minutes of Fame.

To quote Andy Warhol, "Everybody has fifteen minutes of fame."
To quote myself, "I wish they didn't".

Mick Mars, The Dirt.


Last looks.

Because we have a moment here, let me tell you that I have recently become a secret connoisseur of 'last looks'. You know the way people look at you when they believe it's for the last time? I've started collecting these looks.

Elizabethtown (2005), Cameron Crowe.

For WetGirl.


Too great to be gone forever.

Disco will never be over. It will always live in our minds and hearts. Something like this, that was this big, and this important, and this great, will never die. Oh, for a few years - maybe many years - it'll be considered passé and ridiculous. It will be misrepresented and caricatured and sneered at, or - worse - completely ignored. People will laugh about John Travolta, Olivia Newton-John, white polyester suits and platform shoes and people going like *this*, but we had nothing to do with those things and still loved disco. Those who didn't understand will never understand: disco was much more, and much better, than all that. Disco was too great, and too much fun, to be gone forever! It's got to come back someday. I just hope it will be in our own lifetimes.

The Last Days of Disco (1988), Whit Stillman.


The end of the end.

In any case, this is how all our stories begin, in darkness with our eyes closed, and all our stories end in the same way, too, with all of us uttering some last words -or perhaps someone else's- before slipping back into darkness as our stories of unfortunate events come to an end.

A Series of Unfortunate Events, "The End" Book the Thirteenth, Chapter Thirteen, Lemony Snicket.


Born yesterday.

But the three siblings were not born yesterday. Violet was born more than fifteen years before this particular wednesday, and Klaus was born approximatley two years after that, and even Sunny who had just passed out of babyhood, was not born yesterday. Neither were you, unless of course I am wrong, in which case, welcome to the world, little baby, and congratulations on learning to read so early in life.

A Series of Unfortunate Events, Book The Tweltfh "The Penultimate Peril", Lemony Snicket

The beginning of the end.

Dear Reader,

You are presumably looking at the back of this book, or the end of the end. The end of the end is the best place to begin the end, because if you read the end from the beginning of the beginning of the end to the end of the end of the end, you will arrive at the end of the end of your rope.

This book is the last in A Series of Unfortunate Events, and even if you braved the previous twelve volumes, you probably can't stand such unpleasantries as a fearsome storm, a suspicious beverage, a herd of wild sheep, an enormous bird cage, and a truly haunting secret about the Baudelaire parents.

It has been my solemn occupation to complete the history of the Baudelaire orphans, and at last I am finished. You likely have some other occupation, so if I were you I would drop this book at once, so the end does not finish you.

With all due respect,
Lemony Snicket.

A Series of Unfortunate Events, Book the Thirteenth "The End", Lemony Snicket.


Después de todo.

Y te subís al último tren de la noche, acompañado por el resabio de unas copas, una leve euforia y una pizca de melancolía. Y entre tema y tema que suena en tus oídos, te das cuenta que después de todo, tu vida no está tan mal.



I'm gonna base this moment on who I'm stuck in a room with. That's what life is. It's a series of rooms. And who we get stuck in those rooms adds up to what our lives are.

House M.D., One Room, Episode 12 Season 3.


We sell cigarettes.

People, what is going on out there? I look down this table, all I see are white flags. Our numbers are down all across the board. Teen smoking, our bread and butter, is falling like a shit from heaven! We don't sell Tic Tacs for Christ's sake. We sell cigarettes. And they're cool and available and *addictive*. The job is almost done for us!

Thank you for smoking (2005), Jason Reitman.