Somebody told me,
"Don't wear your heart on your sleeve,
because one day,
they all will leave."
What really matters is inside,
no one ever gives it to the nice guy,
the nice guy.
Gwen: (after Geoff is voted off)
Are you guys all crazy?! Geoff is the nicest guy in the world! Duncan:
Yeah! Bingo, sister! Owen:
As if Heather
could defeat "nice". Heather:
The power of "nice" is huge! And we're not worried about you in that department, Gwen. Geoff:
No sweat, Gwen. Ciao dudes!
In one particular the novels of the White Neck-cloth School are meritoriously realistic-–their favourite hero, the Evangelical young curate is always rather an insipid personage.
As I’ve said before, every Doctor is in part a reaction against his predecessor. And so Davison’s
Doctor is defined first and foremost by his comparative lack of dominating presence
. One is tempted — doubly so because this story is overtly an Agatha Christie
story - to cite Raymond Chandler
’s description of the detective in The Simple Art of Murder
, specifically the bit about 'But down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean...' That is very much where Davison’s Doctor is pitched. He is not a world-saving hero so much as a good man in a not very good universe who nevertheless loves the universe and wants to explore it.
In a most non-non-non odious move, Keanu Reeves
waited outside in a totally incommodious drencher for 20 minutes before being allowed entrance into the Daughter Of God
wrap party. Yeah, dude—the very same celebration at which he most excellently found a stranger's credit card...The owner of the most resplendent club at which the soirée took place spoke to the gossip dudes as well, saying, "I didn't know he was kept waiting, and he didn't say anything to me." He added, non-heinously, "He's a very relaxed person."
A totally outstanding example of a supremely stellar dude, emphasizing once again that most harmonious phrase: Be excellent to each other.
, "Keanu Reeves Waited 20 Bogus Minutes Outside of His Own Party"