Monday, April 30, 2007
She funny...
In the beginning there was nothing. God said, 'Let there be light!' And there was light. There was still nothing, but you could see it a whole lot better. - Ellen DeGeneres
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Friday, April 20, 2007
Is it just because I'm sick?
Seriously hacking, coughing up a lung, crappy sick... but this was funny. In the grand tradition of the Bananaphone, here's
The Llama Song
Which then had to be morphed into
The Dalek Song
Maybe it's just the Nyquil.
The Llama Song
Which then had to be morphed into
The Dalek Song
Maybe it's just the Nyquil.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Friday, April 13, 2007
...
I want to stay as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the center.
- Kurt Vonnegut
- Kurt Vonnegut
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Quotes to live by...
One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries. - AA Milne
Friday, April 06, 2007
Monday, April 02, 2007
I kept meaning to look this up....
A Story That Could Be True
If you were exchanged in the cradle and
your real mother died
without ever telling the story
then no one knows your name,
and somewhere in the world
your father is lost and needs you
but you are far away.
He can never find
how true you are, how ready.
When the great wind comes
and the robberies of the rain
you stand on the corner shivering.
The people who go by--
you wonder at their calm.
They miss the whisper that runs
any day in your mind,
"Who are you really, wanderer?"--
and the answer you have to give
no matter how dark and cold
the world around you is:
"Maybe I'm a king."
-William Stafford
If you were exchanged in the cradle and
your real mother died
without ever telling the story
then no one knows your name,
and somewhere in the world
your father is lost and needs you
but you are far away.
He can never find
how true you are, how ready.
When the great wind comes
and the robberies of the rain
you stand on the corner shivering.
The people who go by--
you wonder at their calm.
They miss the whisper that runs
any day in your mind,
"Who are you really, wanderer?"--
and the answer you have to give
no matter how dark and cold
the world around you is:
"Maybe I'm a king."
-William Stafford
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