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Canadian school to be named
after drunken Scot (Farley Mowat).
via Bookslut.
I heart Google
I was looking for something written by this Kathleen Norris. I found this quote from this Kathleen Norris.
There are men I could spend eternity with. But not this life.
Feeling creative?
Make your own mini-zine. From just one piece of paper.
Dear God,
What happened to Patricia Cornwell?
"Her hair is wet and she has thrown on a black silk robe and is naked beneath it, and the satiny fabric caresses her body and rveals the deep hollow between her breasts because of the way she sits sideways on the hearth, bending into herself, her strong arms around her knees, her skin unblemished and smooth for her age. Firelight touches her short, blond hair and extremely handsome face, and fire and sunlight love her hair and her face the same way he does. He loves her, all of her, but right now he doesn't know what to say. He doesn't know how to fix it."
Gak. Sob. I guess she or her editor didn't know how to fix that. That's from Predator.
News from Alabama
Giant nests are appearing in Alabama. Yellow jacket nests the size of a VW beetle.
Grethe said
"A conundrum wrapped inside an enigma, put into a box of questions."
I said "A conundrum wrapped inside an enigma, put into a box of questions, folded into the tortilla of life."
Winston Churchill said "I cannot forecast to you the action of Russia. It is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma."
In the supermarket
again. I had a pineapple in my cart and a little girl came up to me and said, "You have SpongeBob's house."
"Why yes, I do."
First typo of the day
I'm feeling optimistic. "Suitecase." Freecycle rocks, and the messages are seething with typos.
Overheard conversation
at the zoo yesterday. A four-year-old watching the turtles lying blissed out under a heat lamp said "Look, they're getting a tan!"
Today's typo
Officianato for aficionado. Sounds like a referee.
I can't fathom
how anyone could even think this up. Deep-fried mac and cheese balls. Not only are they fried, they're deep-fried. Gah!
