“To have survived, she would have had to be either more cynical or even further from reality than she was. Instead, she was a poet on a street corner trying to recite to a crowd pulling at her clothes.”
- Arthur Miller
After reading some Facebook posts discussing whether you should treat the lawn or just let the leaves blanket it for the winter, I wrote this:
The whole point of winter is to get a break from yard work, right? If God, in his wisdom, had intended for us to worry with our lawns all year, he would have placed us in FL instead of TN. If you are living in FL, be aware that God hates you. Further proof is the fact that you are on Eastern time, which God also hates. Go…light a candle. Give thanks you aren’t a God forsaken Floridian. And leave the lawn alone.
Read this review. READ IT. You can thank me later. I long to hear your responses.
“These are two big secreters.”
In education, we use the term “mind movie”. I hate to tell anyone about the mind movie I had while reading this. I may never get it out of my head.
These Are The Days
I LOVE Jamie Cullum! I had never heard of him until I was in some record store (I think it was in South Beach) where they were playing his album. I thought at first it was Michael Buble. When they told me who it was, I bought the album on the spot. I’m surprised we don’t hear more about him.
Sometimes it’s almost therapeutic to support a football team that has always sucked and, it seems, always will. You don’t waste valuable weekend time remembering past glories. There is no expectation of future excitement. You just enjoy the game as an opportunity for social interaction. Or you can stay home on the computer and drink alone. Or you can shop, go to festivals, etc. Unlike, of course, basketball season where hope springs eternal.
And I didn’t even know I ran on steam, so I certainly don’t know how to generate any more.
I mean, I don’t even have an internal boiler.
And even if I did, I wouldn’t know where to put the coal.
What?
Need a drink?
Take one ordinary cat, one large box, a particle detector, a radiation source, a bottle of cyanide gas. Hook up the detector so that if it detects a particle from the radiation source, it will open the cyanide gas. Set it up inside the box in such a way that there will be a 50% probability of a particle being detected from the radiation source within a five minute period. Add the cat to the box.
Theory says that the cat will enter a quantum state where it is 50% alive and 50% dead until the experimenter looks inside the box. However, reality teaches us that the severely pissed off cat cat WILL escape the box well before the 5 minutes are up, attack the experimenter and depart just in time for the severely lacerated experimenter to watch the hammer descend on the cyanide bottle one inch from his nose.via Miss Cellania
Excellent!
My reality is that you’ll never get the cat in the damn box to start with. In fact, you won’t find the cat because she’ll read your mind and disappear before you have all the stuff assembled. That’s what a REAL cat would do.
