I wanted to link to somethin' I saw on this blog, but without permalinks, it's hard to tell ya where to find the part I wanted to reference, if ya know what I mean.
Comin' back from a DP refill, I had a good line pop into my head: The only death I am concerned with is my own. I just hope it occurs at the designated time. I am postin' it here so as to affirm my copyright to use that somewhere in one of my upcomin' sequels.
Peculiar day again. They seem to be linin' up in a queue, of sorts, passin' by one at a time. I could blame it on the weather. Actually, I am quite sure 'tis the weather. What else could it be? So, is curdle a meme yet? I didn't think so.
Chloe angst: Lana is finally out of the way and her own cousin Lois showed up to capture Clark's eye. For me, this is a must-see series.
Was at Wallyworld yesterday for some essentials, and to cast my line in the midst of the cheap DVDs in hopes of snaggin' some good bargains, and there are some to be had. Ever' once in awhile I have snagged a whopper, like the Chaplin/Keaton set with four fabulous movies from the silent era. I am tellin' ya, it is grand to see the early masters of comedy. There is also a set of Chaplin shorts to be found in the mix or was, but it was one I should have jes' thrown back. I don't know diddly for fishin' the analogy seemed to have a mind of its own. So, anyway, to get back to this Wallyworld excursion - so I pushed my cart over toward the grocery dept. to get some of those $3 bags of pistachios. Those things are delicious, if ya don't already know that! Well, on the way over, I noticed these really cool sleep shorts in the boys' department and was lamentin' that they likely didn't have any in the men's department, which, of course, they didn't. But they did have comparably patterned sleep pants. My eye caught this pair with Woody the Woodpecker on it and I was jes' 'bout to put it in my basket when I saw a pair patterned with Tony the Tiger. I mean what kind of guy called Tiger is gonna pass upon ownin' his own pair of Tony the Tiger printed sleep pants. I am wearin' them right now. They're Grrrrrrrrrrrreat! Ya'll saw that comin' a mile away, didn't ya?
It really is the weather. I can't decide if it is gonna be hot and sticky or cool and wet. My sinuses just adore that/not! The navel refused to answer any questions on the grounds that such might incriminate it. I am not sure of the status of Constitutional Rights for navels and not eager to research the issue. However, if there was a handsome reward involved, I am quite sure I could make somethin' up that would please the masses. End of report.
P.S. the question version Does anyone really understand Monty Python? I didn't think so.
Posted by Tiger at October 6, 2004 10:41 PM | TrackBackI understand all Monty Python perfectly. :-)
Posted by: Dean Esmay at October 7, 2004 05:49 AM