OF A GOLDEN AGE

angus is my hero. take that, james van der beek.

Angus: I’m still here, asshole, I’ll always be here. You’ll push me down and I’ll get back up again and again and again and again. I could beat you right here, right now, but I don’t want to be better than you, Rick, I don’t want to be better than anybody. I want to be Angus Bethune, a fat kid who’s good at science and fair at football. I can live with that. Why can’t you?
Rick: Because it’s not normal. You’re not normal.
Angus: And who is? You?
Rick: You bet your ass.
Angus: There are 400 people in this room who are nothing like you. Some of them are fat, some of them are skinny, some of them have braces, some of them have birth marks, or scars, or frizzy hair, or ears that stick out [Angus looks at Troy]. But most of them walk through these halls every day wishing they were someone else, because people like you, NORMAL people like you, have them terrified of being who they really are. If you’re normal, what does that make them? So which is it, Rick? Are you normal? Or are you one of us?
Rick: Whatever I am, it’s something you’re never gonna be.
Angus: Thank God.

a fellow editor and frequent d-bag.

caroline: so i walk into the office
caroline: d.c. turns and looks at me and says, “i am shit, i love you” (he forgot to do his story)
caroline: then he says “those are some pants, i like those a lot”
caroline: i turn back to d.c. and he’s saying to the other entertainment editor, “she’s fucking 6′7″ in those pants.”
caroline: “those legs go all the way to the floor.”