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Chin-stroking ponce Richard Pryor has constructed something theoretically difficult but perhaps not admirable: a several-hundred-word column that is utterly devoid of semantic content. Seriously, apart from the reference to Oasis, I defy you to find anything at all to agree or disagree with in his latest. It sports a thick patina of meaninglessness that your eyes just skate across helplessly. It’s virtually Spew-proof, although I’ll try to find a way around that in due course.
On the other hand, it’s possible that this is a clever spoof on banal opinion columns, in which case my hat is off to him.
“Leave his mark on the world” eh? BAD COLUMNIST! Don’t piss on the carpet! Dammit, somebody get me some Resolve and a rolled up newspaper.
Man, I must have been asleep on the couch or something when he came by.
I don’t think it was staff meetings, I think he just came by the office. I remember faces even worse than I remember liquors.
Ian notified me that Richard Pryor came to a few staff meetings last year (I don’t remember this at all, by the way), so perhaps we dodged a bullet.
At first I thought you meant the other Richard Pryor, leading to all sorts of incredulity on my part that he got out of bed and wrote a column, and that you had the temerity to call him a chin-striking ponce.
I got better, though.
Ian’s wrong: we had shots of Johnny Red.
Also, it’s interesting that Pryor’s ODE profile doesn’t mention his involvement in the ASUO and NSU. Maybe that conflict of interest explains why his first two columns have been so milquetoasty (sic?).
“virtually Spew-proof”? All that time in the heat must steaming the snark out of your head, my good man.
Btw, we had shots of Jack in your honor last night. Blue Dolphins were considered but eventually rejected by all.