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Plato:
For the greater good.
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Karl Marx:
It was a historical inevitability.
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Machiavelli:
So that its subjects will view it with admiration, as a chicken which has the daring and courage to boldly cross the road, but also with fear, for whom among them has the strength to contend with such a paragon of avian virtue? In such a manner is the princely chicken's dominion maintained.
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Hippocrates:
Because of an excess of light pink gooey stuff in its pancreas.
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Jacques Derrida:
Any number of contending discourses may be discovered within the act of the chicken crossing the road, and each interpretation is equally valid as the authorial intent can never be discerned, because structuralism is DEAD, DAMMIT, DEAD!
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Thomas de Torquemada:
Give me ten minutes with the chicken and I'll find out.
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Timothy Leary:
Because that's the only kind of trip the Establishment would let it take.
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Douglas Adams:
Forty-two.
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Nietzsche:
Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road gazes also across you.
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Oliver North:
National Security was at stake.
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B.F. Skinner:
Because the external influences which had pervaded its sensorium from birth had caused it to develop in such a fashion that it would tend to cross roads, even while believing these actions to be of its own free will.
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Carl Jung:
The confluence of events in the cultural gestalt necessitated that individual chickens cross roads at this historical juncture, and therefore synchronicitously brought such occurrences into being.
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Jean-Paul Sartre:
In order to act in good faith and be true to itself, the chicken found it necessary to cross the road.
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Ludwig Wittgenstein:
The possibility of "crossing" was encoded into the objects "chicken" and "road", and circumstances came into being which caused the actualization of this potential occurrence.
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Albert Einstein:
Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
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Aristotle:
To actualize its potential.
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Buddha:
If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken-nature.
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Howard Cosell:
It may very well have been one of the most astonishing events to grace the annals of history. An historic, unprecedented avian biped with the temerity to attempt such an herculean achievement formerly relegated to homo sapien pedestrians is truly a remarkable occurence.
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Salvador Dali:
The Fish.
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Darwin:
It was the logical next step after coming down from the trees.
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Emily Dickinson:
Because it could not stop for death.
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Epicurus:
For fun.
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Ralph Waldo Emerson:
It didn't cross the road; it transcended it.
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Johann von Goethe:
The eternal hen-principle made it do it.
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Ernest Hemingway:
To die. In the rain.
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Werner Heisenberg:
We are not sure which side of the road the chicken was on, but it was moving very fast.
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David Hume:
Out of custom and habit.
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Jack Nicholson:
'Cause it [censored] wanted to. That's the [censored] reason.
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Pyrrho the Skeptic:
What road?
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Ronald Reagan:
I forget.
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John Sununu:
The Air Force was only too happy to provide the transportation, so quite understandably the chicken availed himself of the opportunity.
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The Sphinx:
You tell me.
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Mr. T.:
If you saw me coming you'd cross the road too!
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Henry David Thoreau:
To live deliberately ... and suck all the marrow out of life.
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Mark Twain:
The news of its crossing has been greatly exaggerated.
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Molly Yard:
It was a hen!
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Zeno of Elea:
To prove it could never reach the other side.
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Chaucer:
So priketh hem nature in hir corages.
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Wordsworth:
To wander lonely as a cloud.
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The Godfather:
I didn't want its mother to see it like that.
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Keats:
Philosophy will clip a chicken's wings.
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Blake:
To see heaven in a wild fowl.
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Othello:
Jealousy.
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Dr. Johnson:
Sir, had you known the Chicken for as long as I have, you would not so readily enquire, but feel rather the Need to resist such a public Display of your own lamentable and incorrigible Ignorance.
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Mrs. Thatcher:
This chicken's not for turning.
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Supreme Soviet:
There has never been a chicken in this photograph.
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Oscar Wilde:
Why, indeed? One's social engagements whilst in town ought never expose one to such barbarous inconvenience - although, perhaps, if one must cross a road, one may do far worse than to cross it as the chicken in question.
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Kafka:
Hardly the most urgent enquiry to make of a low-grade insurance clerk who woke up that morning as a hen.
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Swift:
It is, of course, inevitable that such a loathsome, filth-ridden and degraded creature as Man should assume to question the actions of one in all respects his superior.
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Macbeth:
To have turned back were as tedious as to go o'er.
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Whitehead:
Clearly, having fallen victim to the fallacy of misplaced concreteness.
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Freud:
An die andere Seite zu kommen. (Much laughter.)
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Hamlet:
That is not the question.
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Donne:
It crosseth for thee.
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Pope:
It was mimicking my Lord Hervey.
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Constable:
To get a better view.
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Yeats:
She was following the Faeries that sang to her to come away with them from the dull, bucolic comfort of the farmyard to the waters and the wild.
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Shelley:
'Tis a metaphor for the pursuits of man: though 'twas deemed an extraordinary occurrence at the time, still it brought little to bear on the great scheme of time and history, and was ultimately fruitless and forgotten.
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Tolkien:
Chickens are respectable folk, and well thought of. They never go on any adventures or do anything unexpected. One fine spring day, as the chicken wandered contentedly around the farmyard, clucking and pecking and enjoying herself immensely, there appeared a Wizard and thirteen Dwarves who were in need of a chicken to share in their adventure. Reluctantly she joined their party, and with them crossed the road into the great Unknown, muttering about how rude the Dwarves were to take her away on such short notice, without even giving her time to brush her feathers or fetch her hat.
GPOY - Business Russian Edition.
Just go fucking sky diving, you idiot.
Haha. How apt. I was sitting in my living room playing L4D2 with my mate last week and said pretty much the same thing:
“Y’know. It’s annoying that I can survive this entire zombie apocalypse with ease, but can’t find a fucking job for the life of me. For that matter, I hope there is a zombie apocalypse soon, I think I’d cope better with that than 9 - 5 til I die.”
MORE BEARD.
But it does seem to be going well so far.
Brief update:
Xmas was good. The girlfriend bought me an X-box. With Kinect. So we all got drunk and made fools of ourselves in my living room Xmas evening. Twas rather fun. And the present I bought her (apart from ones I chose off a list she gave me =P) was so well chosen, it made her tearfully happy. [Cos I’m awesome like that.]
New Year was not-quite-mediocre. Went to a club, got bored. Was in home and in bed by 2AM =P But I didn’t feel the need to make a big deal of it. Was the first year I was spending it with someone I give a shit about. So big parties and excessive drinking seemed superfluous.
Seemingly-Never-Ending-Job-Hunt-Of-Doom has finally been successful! I have a job lined up (boring, call centre work) this Friday. The 13th. *DUN DUN DUUUNNNN* Nah, but. I’ve never been superstitious, so it’s no biggie. Gonna be weird being back in a job again after 3 months of unemployment, mind. But I could really do with the money.
Asperger’s Diagnosis is gonna be coming up on the 24th. It’s a meeting with a general psychiatrist. Not sure exactly what the whole thing is gonna entail, but it’s the ‘first step along the road’ as it were. So that’s cool.
And that, as they say, is that.
Been playing Pokemon Yellow again recently. Forgotten how much fun it was.
I get this all the time. And her cold hands, too. I’m like a human radiator for her =P
Dark Side of the Fretboard.
You are nothing more than a complex biological machine. You share 50% of your genes with a banana, 98% with a monkey. Essentially, you are almost identical with the girl-next-door. Everything you have ever said has been said before. Everything you have ever thought has been thought before.
There is no originality.
There is no identity.
So tell me again - Who are you?
The world in a drop of water.
