I'm so postmodern I bought a round the world plane ticket, and stuffed my clothes with eggplant and pretended it was me.
I’m so postmodern I recite Shakespeare at KFC drive thru, through a megaphone, in sign language.
I’m so postmodern I only go on dates that last thirteen minutes, via walky talky, while hiding under the bed.
I’m so postmodern I wrote a letter to the council. ... I think it was ‘M.’
— The Bedroom Philosopher, "I'm So Postmodern".
Hey, we're inside a box.
Outrageous. Nobody puts [me] in a box. For I defy all categories.
— Tatsuya Ishida, Sinfest
For those keeping track, that was a reference to a parody, of a parody. I'll have to check the official guidebook, but I think that makes it funny again!
— Michael Swaim
I think of the postmodern attitude as that of a man who loves a very cultivated woman and knows he cannot say to her, "I love you madly," because he knows that she knows (and that she knows that he knows) that these words have already been written by Barbara Cartland. Still, there is a solution. He can say, "As Barbara Cartland would put it, I love you madly."
The simulacrum is never that which conceals the truth — it is the truth which conceals that there is none. The simulacrum is true.
— Jean Baudrillard, Simulacra and Simulation
I had a lengthy discussion about The Power of Myth
With a postmodern author, who didn't exist
— Soul Singer in a Session Band by Bright Eyes