We’re watching The Muppets’ Wizard of Oz. It’s great. All three of us are giggling in a most undignified way. “Hi! My name is DOROTHY.” “Trust no one. It could be a sign.”“Yeah, there’s another sign. Danger, high voltage.” “…So I could marry the love of my life. Camilla.”“A chicken. Wierdo.” Gonzo (Tin Man) attaches […]
Not being dead, and just having finished the taxes, I need a sugar rush. Cadbury eggs. Are they smaller than they used to be? Let’s find out.
Music video of the mandlebrot set, zooming in and out. Zooooom!
Couple of ideas on how plots work. Just messing around. 1. When you’re telling someone about a story you heard — about someone you know, maybe — it goes like this: You know…? Yeah, the one who… well, something happened one day… no, wait, it gets better/worse… but in the end it was all okay/it
More songs that have been stuck in my head the last few days. Again, keep in mind that I really don’t figure out what the lyrics are until I look them up. Aren’t the internets wonderful? Wailin’ Jennys “Devil’s Paintbrush Road” and “Beautiful Dawn“ Live and die and goneLive and die and goneThe devil paints
Wrong. So wrong. Ray and I giggled our butts off. Ew… (via Lee)
by Blue October. I thought this was at least a somewhat happy song…and then I read the lyrics. I want to swim away but don’t know howSometimes it feels just like I’m falling in the oceanLet the waves up take me downLet the hurricane set in motion… yeahLet the rain of what I feel right
–I wouldn’t run that far for free cheese.–What about government cheese?–I ain’t runnin’ nowhere for government cheese. –Why do I gotta be stupid?–You are stupid.–Yeah, but I’m funny.
zanjero (zahn-HAY-ro) noun One who is in charge of water distribution. [From Spanish zanja (ditch, irrigation canal).] -Anu Garg (words at wordsmith.org)
