New craze: the six-word memoir

The New Yorker documents the six-word memoir craze.

Mine?

Life's short -- let's fuck, then eat.

This philosophy was reinforced tonight when we turned on "Annie Hall," which I haven't seen in 20 years (though I saw it ten times in the first few years after it came out). I forgot that it begins with the old joke about the two ladies at the Catskill resort who lament "The food is so terrible here -- and the portions are so small."