hurray!
my sister Erika is moving to California!
This blog was formerly full of blatherskite, bosh, claptrap, double-talk, flapdoodle, drivel, pishposh, rubbish, twaddle; gibberish, babble, Greek, jabber, jabberwocky, nonsense, skimble-skamble. now, it's more like an empty stage around here. feel free to wander around the wings. don't trip on any props.
I haven't looked at Wonkette in a long time (okay, fine, I've actually never really paid any attention to it before), but this tidbit about Sarah Vowell just caught my eye:
It was a job she was prepared to turn down, she told Hornby, until she learned it was a Pixar movie. ''They're the best at what they do, the most universally culturally revered. It's like if Nelson Mandela showed up asking for your help to fight racism. Maybe fighting racism isn't normally your thing. Maybe you're more of an armchair racism hater. But if Mandela was standing at your door asking you to get on the bus, you'd just start putting on your shoes, right?''
Oh, I can die a happy kitten, now that I've finally seen Les Ballets Trockadero de Monte Carlo.
There's not enough time, there's not enough time, there's not enough time. I am neglecting so many people right now. Life is too short, life is sweet. I'm making plans. I'm making changes. I'm having ideas. Spring is here. It's raining. Things are happening. New friends. Old friends. People are moving. People are loving life, people are hating life, people are surviving. The hard stuff passes, new stuff hurts, we move on, we move on, there are people we love, and it keeps us going; the hard truth is, scientifically speaking, the fact of love is what keeps us going, the little mechanical gizmo keeps ticking, and it's beyond our control. Don't get over it. Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and listen to the tick-tock. It's there.