Here is an obviously stolen photo of other mother.
I'm gonna buy Miss Sally the chicken oven mitt for her birthday, but it will really be a gift for me.
Other Mother Crush Continues
I went and saw Coraline for the 27th time tonight. The theater had me escorted out between my 3rd and 4th viewing when I bought a large tub of popcorn, dumped it out and filled it with butter flavored oil. I guess it wasn't the oil that bothered them, but when I requested a hole saw and a rubbermaid glove, they freaked out.
Here is an obviously stolen photo of other mother.
I'm gonna buy Miss Sally the chicken oven mitt for her birthday, but it will really be a gift for me.
Here is an obviously stolen photo of other mother.
I'm gonna buy Miss Sally the chicken oven mitt for her birthday, but it will really be a gift for me.
I am my Uncle
My father's side of the family is a bit of a mystery. I wish I knew more about them.
I do remember my father speaking of his brother and that he was an author. To use my father's words, my uncle wrote smut. I was always curious what that meant. Was it that he wrote with foul language or that the subject material was dirty or immoral?
Either way, I think I have become my uncle.
I do remember my father speaking of his brother and that he was an author. To use my father's words, my uncle wrote smut. I was always curious what that meant. Was it that he wrote with foul language or that the subject material was dirty or immoral?
Either way, I think I have become my uncle.
Very sad, very real dream
Stop reading this now. It will depress you. Unless you like to be depressed, then read on.
I had a dream last night of such sadness that I fear to write it down in case this causes me to repeat it. Of course, writing things down tends to wring thoughts out of my brain, so maybe I will forget.
When I woke, I was glad, but it was still dark.
The dream started like this: Greg and I are at home, getting ready to head out for school. Miss Sally has all ready left for the day with Ann. They are at her work.
In the living room, we put our jackets on and head to the front door. We never go out the front door, but I guess I needed to see that it went pitch black dark and all the stars had come out.
In a moment I knew that the sun had gone dark. Greg thought it was cool. I did not.
Inside we turned the TV on and the reporters were in a panic. The sun was dark and everyone was going to die very soon. The phones still worked and Miss Sally called to say that she was going to try and make it home. Greg asked if it was a stay at home day.
On the TV, time seemed to fast forward and the reporter had calmed down. It would be getting very cold soon and most services would be going out. He suggested that we gather together with our loved ones and wait to die.
Miss Sally had not come home before I woke up.
When I woke, I was glad, but it was still dark.
I had a dream last night of such sadness that I fear to write it down in case this causes me to repeat it. Of course, writing things down tends to wring thoughts out of my brain, so maybe I will forget.
When I woke, I was glad, but it was still dark.
The dream started like this: Greg and I are at home, getting ready to head out for school. Miss Sally has all ready left for the day with Ann. They are at her work.
In the living room, we put our jackets on and head to the front door. We never go out the front door, but I guess I needed to see that it went pitch black dark and all the stars had come out.
In a moment I knew that the sun had gone dark. Greg thought it was cool. I did not.
Inside we turned the TV on and the reporters were in a panic. The sun was dark and everyone was going to die very soon. The phones still worked and Miss Sally called to say that she was going to try and make it home. Greg asked if it was a stay at home day.
On the TV, time seemed to fast forward and the reporter had calmed down. It would be getting very cold soon and most services would be going out. He suggested that we gather together with our loved ones and wait to die.
Miss Sally had not come home before I woke up.
When I woke, I was glad, but it was still dark.
How did the Hoax Oscar list do?
Earlier this week, a "leaked" list of 2009 Oscar winners made a few laps around the internet. Here are the results of how well they predicted.
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