Test for Northern Exposure fans: What's happening in the above pictures?
Sleep: Still very good, lots, nice, deep, dreams, lovely.
Weather: Drizzly.
Stupid Stories: None that can top Friday.
Fun: the weird thing is that (as my kids will vouch for) I am all about April Fool’s Day. But this year I did NOTHING. NADA.
So, today’s fun leaves us stuck with this:
| You Are a Chocolate Chip Cookie |
 Traditional and conservative, most people find you comforting. You're friendly and easy to get to know. This makes you very popular - without even trying! |
(Great: now I'm apple pie, mashed potatoes, vanilla ice cream, and chocolate chip cookies. I am certifiably boring.)
Oh, and my Northern Exposure season 4 arrived, so there’s that. They’ve also let it be know that they’re going to release season 5!
Chores: Laundry, house stuff, the basics.
The World: Jessica Simpson is thinking of adopting a baby. OH MY GODDESS.
Dog: Feeling much better, thanks.
2 comments:
"I've been here now for some days, groping my way along, trying to realize my vision here. I started concentrating so hard on my vision that I lost sight. I've come to find out that it's not the vision, it's not the vision at all. It's the groping. It's the groping, it's the yearning, it's the moving forward. I was so fixated on that flying cow that when Ed told me Monty Python already painted that picture, I thought I was through. I had to let go of that cow so I could see all the other possibilities. Anyway, I want to thank Maurice for helping me to let go of that cow. Thank you Maurice for playing Apollo to my Dionysus in art's Cartesian dialectic. And thanks to you, Ed, cause the truth shall set us free! And Maggie, thank you for sharing in the destruction of your house so that today we could have something to fling. I think Kierkegaard said it oh so well, 'The self is only that which it's in the process of becoming.' Art? Same thing. James Joyce had something to say about it too. 'Welcome, Oh Life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience, and to forge in the smythe of my soul the uncreated conscious of my race.' We're here today to fling something that bubbled up from the collective unconsciousness of our community. Ed, you about ready? The thing I learned folks, this is absolutely key: It's not the thing you fling. It's the fling itself. Let's fling something, Cicely!"
:) that quote makes me happy!
It's perfect.
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