Friday, September 21, 2007

Blood is thicker than ... well, many things Actually!

New Funeral Home

Instead of photos of the cats or my sisters or cousins or anything, my family sends me photos of the new funeral home that has opened up near our familial home.
Because they know I'll actually, seriously, can't-wait-to-see-it-myself, be interested.

And I am. Ghoulishly, but I can't help it! and they know that. And love me anyway.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

The clock had been going well, but he picked it up and broke it.

Gappy McGapperson

I do have other photos to post. But the internet hates me.

I do however love it when it seems like my spam has been written by a poet :

Peachy looked up into Teatime's face. But thou maist lend it me to
sport with all.
He had been dreaming, and bits of those dreams still tumbled together
with memories in his head. The trail forked and he paused, stark
still for a moment, listening, thinking.
It had been here that she and Egwene and Elay.
The steadily increasing gravitational pull made a reduction in speed
necessary, both because of increasing weight in the ship and an
apparent accumulation of solid matter in the ship's path.
The religion by which you rule is very ancient, goddess, but my
protest is also that of a venerable tradition.
Other people make copies, all with Starbucks cups, sipping. Due to
the volume of mail received we are not able to individually respond
to each report.
Every nerve in his body screamed that he should kill these two
failures before him, vent his fury upon their miserable lives. After
what seemed a long time, the door opened a crack.
Suddenly a large map hung in the air to one side, with a glowing red
dot at one end labeled "Cairhien" in large letters and another as
"Salidar" at the other. It is cold and quiet outside and the horizon
is infinity.