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Jack Bandit's Twenty-Some Odd Years on Automatic Pilot

A periodical dose of uncontrolled anger upon an assemblage of parts that transmit
forces, motion, and energy.

2.04.2008

...then you are the suit.

"Human beings will be happier not when they cure cancer or get to Mars or eliminate racial prejudice or flush Lake Erie but when they find ways to inhabit primitive communities again. That's my utopia."

I'm sayin'.

Peace.
Posted by Jack Bandit at 11:49

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About Jack Bandit

Jack Bandit is an introverted, lovably geeky cynic who is wont to make poor jokes at his own expense. Jack Bandit regards society as a catch-22: The more Jack Bandit understands the culture surrounding him, the less sense he can make out of it. Jack Bandit is hopelessly addicted to orange juice. Jack Bandit recently finished reading a very worthwhile novel called Timequake. Above all else, Jack Bandit likes to fart around, which, when you get right down to it, is all any living thing was ever intended to do.


Currently Reading

  • Slaughterhouse-Five (again)
  • Days of War, Nights of Love
  • Culture of Make Believe
  • What Every American Should Know about Who's Really Running the World

Recommended Listening

  • Evangelicals
  • Red Sparowes
  • Dälek
  • Kate Walsh
  • Xavier Rudd

Frequented Websites

  • Caring Consumer
  • freedocumentaries.org
  • Wait Wait...Don't Tell Me!
  • mental_floss magazine

Legal Obligations

  • kozyndan
  • Swell

Memory Lane

  • ▼  2008 (6)
    • ►  03 (1)
    • ▼  02 (2)
      • Return of the Wild Man...?
      • ...then you are the suit.
    • ►  01 (3)
  • ►  2007 (3)
    • ►  12 (3)