Then get to writing the Great Wisconsin collection of Short stories: The Cold Country.The storie common protagonist can fulfill her purpose of bringing art and flower appreciation to a land of barns and silos. Add in a romance and it can be used as a story for a Musical like South Pacific. The crazy cast of marines and seabees could be done by certain commenters. With a few changes the music is already written, songs such as, "I'm in love with a wonderful Hoosier" and "There's nothing Like a Law School Dame".
The dancing on the Oscars blew me away. I have never seen anything so spectacular.
The last meerkat prototype is finished. The problem was to make a meerkat dressed in army clothes stick his fingers in his ears after firing off a mortar (to bring down the hawk).
Apparently I was born to bitch about things incessantly. At least, it's what I've been doing since I was five. My wife can tell if I'm ill by the sudden decline in complaints.
I am Mary Poppin's surly older brother, Seamus.
"In ev'ry job you must begrudge The dreadful element of drudge You find the pain and snap! The job's insane!
And ev'ry task you undergo Becomes a tale of woe Dismal! A bore! Misery and more...
But a... Snootful of liquor helps the medicine go down The medicine go down-wown The medicine go down Just a snootful of liquor helps the medicine go down In a most delightful way *hic*..."
Well this doesn't work very well with the famous trick. My wife taught me that you can usually get a good laugh my adding the words, "in bed" at the end of any forture.
So "you will find great success when you give to others... in bed."
Althouse! I told an aspiring writer this past week that I keep this same fortune on my dresser mirror as personal encouragement. What a pleasant coincidence to see it this morning. Made my week. :)
Crack: Lighten up. Does anyone take fortune cookies seriously?
It seems to me that actual fortunes in fortune cookies are quite rare these days. Usually you just get some bland aphorism. We have several good ones on the fridge though: "You will have all you need."
When I was first dating my husband he got one that said something like "you should marry her". That's worked out well for both of us.
"Crack: Lighten up. Does anyone take fortune cookies seriously?"
This made me laugh, Joan. Especially since you saved a few yourself. ;)
And I ask...when was the last time that any of us DIDN"T crack open a fortune cookie to read what was in it? Heck, we do that even if we have no intention of eating those god awful biscuits.
"Let me guess: You clutched it in your wittle hand, extra tight, to make it all come true, right?"
No, I put it on my plate and took a photograph of it to make it usable on the blog.
***
"I mean, really, I mean.... I mean, all right. Let's say: if I get a fortune cookie in a Chinese restaurant, I mean, of course, even I have a tendency, I mean, you know, I mean, of course, I would hardly throw it out! I mean, I read it, I read it, and I just instinctively sort of, you know, if it says something like: "Conversation with a dark-haired man will be very important for you," well, I just instinctively think, you know, who do I know who has dark hair? Did we have a conversation? What did we talk about? In other words there's something in me that makes me read it, and I instinctively interpret it as if it were an omen of the future, but in my conscious opinion, which is so fundamental to my whole view of life, I mean, I would just have to change totally to not have this opinion, in my conscious opinion, this is simply something that was written in the cookie factory, several years ago, and in no way it refers to me! I mean, you know, the fact that I got--I mean, the man who wrote it did not know anything about me, I mean, he could not have known anything about me! There's no way that this cookie could actually have to do with me! And the fact that I've gotten it is just basically a joke! And I mean, if I were to go on a trip, on an airplane, and I got a fortune cookie that said "Don't go," I mean, of course, I admit I might feel a bit nervous for about one second, but in fact I would go, because, I mean, that trip is gonna be successful or unsuccessful based on the state of the airplane and the state of the pilot, and the cookie is in no position to know about that."
And, not to be all big-headed about it, but I already consider myself an "accomplished writer." I've considered myself an "accomplished writer" for 25 years.
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Mail me that one...I need it!
You were born to be alive!!!
Then get to writing the Great Wisconsin collection of Short stories: The Cold Country.The storie common protagonist can fulfill her purpose of bringing art and flower appreciation to a land of barns and silos. Add in a romance and it can be used as a story for a Musical like South Pacific. The crazy cast of marines and seabees could be done by certain commenters. With a few changes the music is already written, songs such as, "I'm in love with a wonderful Hoosier" and "There's nothing Like a Law School Dame".
The dancing on the Oscars blew me away. I have never seen anything so spectacular.
The last meerkat prototype is finished. The problem was to make a meerkat dressed in army clothes stick his fingers in his ears after firing off a mortar (to bring down the hawk).
I'm still trying to figure that out.
Let me guess:
You clutched it in your wittle hand, extra tight, to make it all come true, right?
The NewAge side of you is embarrassing.
"...you can do what you were born to do"
Apparently I was born to bitch about things incessantly. At least, it's what I've been doing since I was five. My wife can tell if I'm ill by the sudden decline in complaints.
I am Mary Poppin's surly older brother, Seamus.
"In ev'ry job you must begrudge
The dreadful element of drudge
You find the pain and snap!
The job's insane!
And ev'ry task you undergo
Becomes a tale of woe
Dismal! A bore!
Misery and more...
But a...
Snootful of liquor helps the medicine go down
The medicine go down-wown
The medicine go down
Just a snootful of liquor helps the medicine go down
In a most delightful way
*hic*..."
You clutched it in your wittle hand, extra tight, to make it all come true, right?
Fortune cookies are New Age?
Apparently I was born to bitch about things incessantly.
LOL. Well, at least you do it very entertainingly.
I often have to remind myself: Keep on the Sunny Side.
That's a great song.
I thought you were going to post Monty Python's Always Look on the Bright Side of Life.
Which says a lot about me.
Well this doesn't work very well with the famous trick. My wife taught me that you can usually get a good laugh my adding the words, "in bed" at the end of any forture.
So "you will find great success when you give to others... in bed."
Or "you will find what you seek... in bed."
Sadly, this one doesn't work so well.
Althouse! I told an aspiring writer this past week that I keep this same fortune on my dresser mirror as personal encouragement. What a pleasant coincidence to see it this morning. Made my week. :)
Pogo, I thought the same thing.
Crack: Lighten up. Does anyone take fortune cookies seriously?
It seems to me that actual fortunes in fortune cookies are quite rare these days. Usually you just get some bland aphorism. We have several good ones on the fridge though: "You will have all you need."
When I was first dating my husband he got one that said something like "you should marry her". That's worked out well for both of us.
"Crack: Lighten up. Does anyone take fortune cookies seriously?"
This made me laugh, Joan. Especially since you saved a few yourself. ;)
And I ask...when was the last time that any of us DIDN"T crack open a fortune cookie to read what was in it? Heck, we do that even if we have no intention of eating those god awful biscuits.
"Let me guess: You clutched it in your wittle hand, extra tight, to make it all come true, right?"
No, I put it on my plate and took a photograph of it to make it usable on the blog.
***
"I mean, really, I mean.... I mean, all right. Let's say: if I get a fortune cookie in a Chinese restaurant, I mean, of course, even I have a tendency, I mean, you know, I mean, of course, I would hardly throw it out! I mean, I read it, I read it, and I just instinctively sort of, you know, if it says something like: "Conversation with a dark-haired man will be very important for you," well, I just instinctively think, you know, who do I know who has dark hair? Did we have a conversation? What did we talk about? In other words there's something in me that makes me read it, and I instinctively interpret it as if it were an omen of the future, but in my conscious opinion, which is so fundamental to my whole view of life, I mean, I would just have to change totally to not have this opinion, in my conscious opinion, this is simply something that was written in the cookie factory, several years ago, and in no way it refers to me! I mean, you know, the fact that I got--I mean, the man who wrote it did not know anything about me, I mean, he could not have known anything about me! There's no way that this cookie could actually have to do with me! And the fact that I've gotten it is just basically a joke! And I mean, if I were to go on a trip, on an airplane, and I got a fortune cookie that said "Don't go," I mean, of course, I admit I might feel a bit nervous for about one second, but in fact I would go, because, I mean, that trip is gonna be successful or unsuccessful based on the state of the airplane and the state of the pilot, and the cookie is in no position to know about that."
And, not to be all big-headed about it, but I already consider myself an "accomplished writer." I've considered myself an "accomplished writer" for 25 years.
Ann: you should catch Alejandro Escovedo at the High Noon Saloon on 3/29. He's one of a kind.
What, and join The Army?
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