Everyone who reads obsessively has a favorite sentence.
Here's mine:
Their history was like a child found murdered in the snow.
What's your favorite sentence? Props if you know what book mine's from.
(ps- if you don't read, what's your favorite movie quote?)
10.28.2005
10.25.2005
a quickie
You know you're in for an intellegent conversation with someone when you mention '80s hair bands and they bring up Flock of Seagulls.
10.20.2005
I'll return shortly
It seems I'm taking a short sabbatical. I just haven't been in the blogging mood. I'll return; never fear.
10.08.2005
True, I hope?
| How to make an april |
| Ingredients: 3 parts success 3 parts humour 3 parts beauty |
| Method: Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of lustfulness |
10.02.2005
A cute meme
Well, I wasn't tagged with this meme, but I thought it was amusing so I thought I'd do it anyways.
The rules are as follows:
1. Go into your archives.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Post the fifth sentence (or closest to it).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
5. Tag five other people to do the same thing.
So the 5th sentence of my 23rd post was from October 19, 2004 and it was, "Not all the women are really that ugly, but they sure are ... interesting," regarding a movie called Chicken Ranch that my boyfriend was watching on HBO about a brothel in Nevada in the 60s or 70s.
And since I did the meme without being tagged, and since I'm not so keen on tagging others, I say if it tickles you, then do the meme -- but let me know that you did so I can come visit!
The rules are as follows:
1. Go into your archives.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Post the fifth sentence (or closest to it).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
5. Tag five other people to do the same thing.
So the 5th sentence of my 23rd post was from October 19, 2004 and it was, "Not all the women are really that ugly, but they sure are ... interesting," regarding a movie called Chicken Ranch that my boyfriend was watching on HBO about a brothel in Nevada in the 60s or 70s.
And since I did the meme without being tagged, and since I'm not so keen on tagging others, I say if it tickles you, then do the meme -- but let me know that you did so I can come visit!
Stupid Error Messages
It's 8:35am and I feel like posting, but I get an
error message from Blogger: Blogger down for
maintainence. This downtime will last 1 hour from
4:30pm-5:30pm PST." Umm ... did they fall asleep
maintaining their servers? Because I'm pretty sure I'm
only 3 hours ahead of PST. Oh well, this post will
just have to be posted ... posthumously (the topic
will be dead by then).
I've been very busy with Lola the past few days,
playing with and training her. The first couple days
she was here she had a bunch of accidents, but now
she's almost completely housebroken. She has a bell to
ring when she wants to go out, the only problem is
that now she rings it when she wants to go out and
play. I humor her though, because I have nothing
better to do and it gets her learning what the bell is
for. She runs in the backyard and gets all the
puppyness out of her system so she can be a "hangs
around the house" dog when she comes back in. She is
also pretty much cratetrained now too -- I started to
put her food and water in the back of the crate so she
has to go all the way in to eat or drink so she gets
used to going in there for other reasons than because
I'm leaving. She knows "sit", and after all this
house/crate training is good to go I'll start her on
lay down and roll over.
So I was also thinking (while Lola and I were on our
walk) that I'm starting to understand those blogs that
go on and on about their children. Because whenever
they do the cutest thing or the most pain in the butt
thing, you want to tell everyone. That's what I feel
about Lola. Not that I mind baby-blogs, I love
children so I like to know what they're up to. But
I'll try not to make this a baby blog. Because Lola is
my baby, and right now she's curled up at my feet
waiting patiently for me to take her on a nice long
walk to the craft fair so she can be ogled and adored
by strangers.
error message from Blogger: Blogger down for
maintainence. This downtime will last 1 hour from
4:30pm-5:30pm PST." Umm ... did they fall asleep
maintaining their servers? Because I'm pretty sure I'm
only 3 hours ahead of PST. Oh well, this post will
just have to be posted ... posthumously (the topic
will be dead by then).
I've been very busy with Lola the past few days,
playing with and training her. The first couple days
she was here she had a bunch of accidents, but now
she's almost completely housebroken. She has a bell to
ring when she wants to go out, the only problem is
that now she rings it when she wants to go out and
play. I humor her though, because I have nothing
better to do and it gets her learning what the bell is
for. She runs in the backyard and gets all the
puppyness out of her system so she can be a "hangs
around the house" dog when she comes back in. She is
also pretty much cratetrained now too -- I started to
put her food and water in the back of the crate so she
has to go all the way in to eat or drink so she gets
used to going in there for other reasons than because
I'm leaving. She knows "sit", and after all this
house/crate training is good to go I'll start her on
lay down and roll over.
So I was also thinking (while Lola and I were on our
walk) that I'm starting to understand those blogs that
go on and on about their children. Because whenever
they do the cutest thing or the most pain in the butt
thing, you want to tell everyone. That's what I feel
about Lola. Not that I mind baby-blogs, I love
children so I like to know what they're up to. But
I'll try not to make this a baby blog. Because Lola is
my baby, and right now she's curled up at my feet
waiting patiently for me to take her on a nice long
walk to the craft fair so she can be ogled and adored
by strangers.
