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 |  |  | #641 |  | Lassie looked brilliant, in part because the farm family she lived with was made up of idiots.  Remember?  One of them was always
 getting pinned under the tractor, and Lassie was always rushing back to
 the farmhouse to alert the other ones.  She'd whimper and tug at their
 sleeves, and they'd always waste precious minutes saying things: "Do
 you think something's wrong?  Do you think she wants us to follow her?
 What is it, girl?", etc., as if this had never happened before, instead
 of every week.  What with all the time these people spent pinned under
 the tractor, I don't see how they managed to grow any crops whatsoever.
 They probably got by on federal crop supports, which Lassie filed the
 applications for.
 -- Dave Barry
 
 |  |  |  | #642 |  | Lay off the muses, it's a very tough dollar. -- S.J. Perelman
 
 |  |  |  | #643 |  | Lensmen eat Jedi for breakfast. 
 |  |  |  | #644 |  | Leslie West heads for the sticks, to Providence, Rhode Island and tries to hide behind a beard.  No good.  There are still too many people
 and too many stares, always taunting, always smirking.  He moves to the
 outskirts of town. He finds a place to live -- huge mansion, dirt cheap,
 caretaker included.  He plugs in his guitar and plays as loud as he wants,
 day and night, and there's no one to laugh or boo or even look bored.
 Nobody's cut the grass in months.  What's happened to that caretaker?
 What neighborhood people there are start to talk, and what kids there are
 start to get curious.  A 13 year-old blond with an angelic face misses supper.
 Before the summer's end, four more teenagers have disappeared.  The senior
 class president, Barnard-bound come autumn, tells Mom she's going out to a
 movie one night and stays out.  The town's up in arms, but just before the
 police take action, the kids turn up.  They've found a purpose.  They go
 home for their stuff and tell the folks not to worry but they'll be going
 now.  They're in a band.
 -- Ira Kaplan
 
 |  |  |  | #645 |  | Life is like arriving late for a movie, having to figure out what was going on without bothering everybody with a lot of questions, and then
 being unexpectedly called away before you find out how it ends.
 
 |  |  |  | #646 |  | Like ya know?  Rock 'N Roll is an esoteric language that unlocks the creativity chambers in people's brains, and like totally activates their
 essential hipness, which of course is like totally necessary for saving
 the earth, like because the first thing in saving this world, is getting
 rid of stupid and square attitudes and having fun.
 -- Senior Year Quote
 
 |  |  |  | #647 |  | Linus:	Hi!  I thought it was you. I've been watching you from way off...  You're looking great!
 Snoopy:	That's nice to know.
 The secret of life is to look good at a distance.
 
 |  |  |  | #648 |  | Linus:	I guess it's wrong always to be worrying about tomorrow.  Maybe we should think only about today.
 Charlie Brown:
 No, that's giving up.  I'm still hoping that yesterday will get
 better.
 
 |  |  |  | #649 |  | Live fast, die young, and leave a good looking corpse. -- James Dean
 
 |  |  |  | #650 |  | Live from New York ... It's Saturday Night! 
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