This raggedyass little gif says a lot about the state of little boys’ brains. I love it.
I snagged it via twitter from Zadi Diaz. I used to think she was a twit but now I think she’s brilliant. Goes to show you CAN teach an old dog new tricks. Me, I mean. Zadi was probably always brilliant and I wasn’t paying enough attention.
Don’t write a song unless you have something to say.
I like myself better when I’m writing regularly.
I take it not only a day at a time, but a moment at a time, and keep it at that pace. If you can be happy right now, then you’ll always be happy, because it’s always in the now.
If I had the chance to do it all over again, I’d do it exactly the same. Wrong or right, it’s my life. Sounds like a song, doesn’t it?
Ninety-nine percent of the world’s lovers are not with their first choice. That’s what makes the jukebox play.
Sometimes you’re fooling around on the guitar and suddenly you just played a piece of a new song and it wakes you up. You think, What was that? I just wrote a song. Of course, then you can’t remember it.
My doctor tells me I should start slowing it down — but there are more old drunks than there are old doctors so let’s all have another round.
All from Willie Nelson
… is …
That’s like trying to pick up a turd by the clean end.
This came from Nicole Knepper’s blog (link below):
“Political Correctness is a doctrine fostered by a delusional, illogical minority, and rabidly promoted by an unscrupulous mainstream media which holds forth the proposition that it is entirely possible to pick up a turd by the clean end.”
Read more: http://www.chicagonow.com/blogs/moms-who-drink-swear/2011/04/the-clean-end-of-a-turd.html#ixzz1KTtf157C
And, speaking of turds, I remember years and years ago my friend Kim Chamberlain argued with me about how to spell turd. She was convinced it was tird and got pretty nasty about it. I tried to set her to rights but we had no internets back in the olden days and turd wasn’t even in the dictionary. I looked.
But her argument was, “It’s like third. But without the ‘h’.”
Whatever. God, why do I remember things like that? Also, how did _I_ know how to spell it? Read it somewhere, I suppose.
Um, we now have 37 RSVP’s in the affirmative. Did I mention I’m not that great with crowds?
Looks more and more like it’s going to rain buckets. If that happens we’ll have to ditch the tables and just plop everyone into rows of folding chairs crammed around the furniture. What should I do with all the balloons? Do people mind being crammed together like sardines at a party where they don’t all know each other and the age ranges are from 16 to 70+? With no booze? Oh yeah. This is hilarious. Frankly, I think there WILL be a little booze, if only in the hostess and the hostess’ helper. Thank jeebus for Corey, she is an industrial-strength organizer. But she can’t make the house any bigger or control the weather. Hey, internet, you want to come, too? Why not? The more the merrier. 🙂 HAHAHAHAHAHA.
Yep, losin’ it.
Best thing I’ve seen all week:
Isn’t this funny? Cute? Clever? Some days I really miss being creative or at least attempting creative stuff.
Also, I wish Firefly would come back but I don’t suppose it really can. Everyone is a lot older now. And busy, I suppose. And they killed off Alan Tudyk on the movie. I still miss that show. Perfect for me, combination Western and Science Fiction with basically black and white characters. Good guys vs Bad guys.
Sigh. Another rainy weekend.