"I've never thought of trying to write.
Sometimes I do what would appear to be writing here because I have
some things to say. Sometimes I do what would appear to be writing
here because I have nothing to say, but either way, never because
"I am a writer", or because some muse has visited, or
because I have some point about good and evil or the human condition
or beauty or the geopolitical conditions in which we find ourselves.
I'm only writing because if I were to just speak to you, you wouldn't
hear me over there in Philadelphia or Boston or Calgary."
"Scientists have shown that the moon
is moving away at a tiny yet measurable distance from the earth
every year. If you do the maths, you can calculate that 85 million
years ago the moon was orbiting the earth at a distance of about
35 feet from the earth's surface. This would explain the death of
the dinosaurs. The tallest ones, anyway."
"To kill a Virgo lesbian, take her
CD's and spices out of alphabetical order. Tear a page out of her
check register. Remove all the pens and pencils from her purse or
briefcase. Speckle paint on several of her T-shirts. Splash water
on her medicine cabinet mirror. Make all the pictures on the wall
crooked. Tell her she looks sickly and give her a book of medical
symptoms. She'll quickly go berserk and off herself."
"Success...there are so many ways for
us to be successful. So many degrees of it. No matter what, people
will always want to be entertained, to some degree. To be reminded
of things that matter in live, or to be gifted with someone who
channels or helps them to express their feelings and such. Real
life archetypes, diversions, guilty pleasures. So all of us are
valuable in our own ways."
"Six months ago, I, literally, had problems cooking
rice. Since then me and Maria have been developing our culinary skills, and
I must say that we're getting really good at it. Everything's relative, as they say.
Anyway, the frying pan, excuse me, the frying pan, was very well received
and I'm looking forward to throwing out the old teflon clad one."
"I know, I know..... "speak for
yourself", but it just seems like more people are getting tired
of the web and those who stay are either attention whores or corporate
tools. Of course the "distributed library" nature of the
Internet will always remain, and it's great for buying stuff. But
most of the fun seems to have faded away, especially the innovation
and energy."
"The BBC wants you to send them your
pictures (you can send Joe says No! your pictures too, but it has
to be said that more people will see them if you send them to the
BBC)...I hope that you do - I hope they get thousand upon thousand,
that their servers crash and they go offline...there aren't THAT
many causes in this world which are both popular and just, so let's
make the most of it."
"De volgende dag, omstreeks dezelfde
tijd, ging hij weer naar 'zijn' plek en begon te werken Toen ze
net als de dag ervoor weer vrij plotseling verscheen, zwijgend en
glimlachend, moest hij ineens sterk denken aan een Maria-verschijning.
Niet dat hij nu zo gelovig was, maar toch, zo'n sfeer was het die
om haar heen hing. Sereen, dat was het juiste woord..."
"You know one Disney character that
seriously annoys me? Snow bloody White. Like, omg, how high can
your voice get? *shudders thinking about the voice* Anyway, back
in time, when I was in Yr 6, my best mate used to sing that song
Snow White does when she's waiting by the well...you know, the one
when she talks to the doves about how "someday my prince will
come". Don't ask why my best mate sang it, she just did - and
quite frequently! That song is therefore eternally imprinted in
my brain against my will."
"It turns out that Britney, who was
suppose to be the main act, only played a 20 min set, with no encore.
She ended her performance by just walking off stage and letting
her dancers finish. She never said Good Night or Thank You to the
concert attenders. I really think this concert is one big ad, but
still that is no way for an artist to treat her fans."
"Well, I went to the house party, and
it was okay I guess. There were a few things that struck me as slightly
odd. The last time Rhian had a house party was something like two
years ago, and I remember the catastrophic results of that one.
One guy had all his hair shaved off (he had LONG hair) in the kitchen,
Rhian's brother got off with half her mates, riots broke loose half
way through the night between so-called best friends, and we found
one couple were in the parent's bedroom having sex."
"Patti thought I should blog about
my ob/gyn experience yesterday and how I find it important to keep
my socks on while being examined. Luckily, something much funnier
has happened this evening and I'll share it instead. Sorry Patti
but my kid is much funnier than my uterus."
