I went back downstairs and sat on his couch, where I found a note from him to me that said: “You will receive majority of candy (95%) when completion of production.  I’m not Santa Claus.”

A few bits from the Tommy Wiseau book:

“Let’s try something different,” I said.  “More contemporary.”  I handed Tommy some plays that had been written within the last decade.

I’d annoyed him, it seemed.  He didn’t accept the plays and removed his sunglasses.  “Why do you have donut hairstyle?”

I looked back at him, confused.  “What?”

For the rest of the night Tommy barely looked at me.  When class let out, he demanded I buy him “apology chocolates” from the nearest See’s merchant.  “Get me the mint,” he said.

Instead of hearing his usual outgoing message, I heard this: “Hi, babyface.  I’m not around until ten p.m., but I can call you later.”  Babyface derived from something Tommy had said on the fly in class a few weeks ago, when comparing my face to his during a rant about what “type” we were acting-wise: “I have potato face.  Your face is delicate, like a baby face.”

Sir James paused.  He did not usually find it easy to give his reasons: it seemed to him strange that people should not know them without being told, since he only felt what was reasonable.

He was going for hard-hearted menace here, but that proved impossible to pull off when someone was dabbing his face with a small foam cube covered in powder.

(Left, Christ depicted screwing God. Note the Illuminati pyramid and eye in Christ’s ass.)

Western society is a sex cult i.e. it is besotted with sex and “hot” women.

To myself I have become a subject of excruciating interest.  To myself I am a vastly more picturesque personage than any debonair hooligan of quattro-cento Verona.

Monism is pretty bad, but dualism (Miltonic puritanism, etc.) is just plain lousy.

But the economics profession for the past thirty years instead focused on producing stochastic calculus porn to satisfy young men’s urge for mathematical masturbation.

This kind of “error” is at the very least understandable, and perhaps even commendable.