Purged by Sparticle

This too shall pass

Apparently, some months back, I expected to be a completely different person come May. How else to explain the email reminders that I've committed to man a kissing booth dressed as an early 19th century showgirl for the movie Live Action Colt and compete in Dancing with the Scholars? At least this explains the Samba dress on my bookmark tab.

A partial body cast producing accident sounds appealing right about now.

The five word epitaph

Many NPR callers who shared their five words used almost a hundred times that to set them up. How can that count? Personally, I need only four: what was I thinking?

Is that all there is?

Web 2.0 Suicide Machine - Type in my final words, click commit on the noose icon, and this is my whole life flashing before me:

"Sorry our machine is currently shutdown due to server maintenance.
Please consider suicide at a later moment and accept our apologies!

In case you just want to permanently delete your Facebook account, please follow this tutorial!"

So, it looks like I can't even get the final word in. Here they are, and I can't wait to see what they will be next time (clearly, not taking the time to follow a tutorial): 'Tis a far, far better place I've gone. What with plants, and birds, and rocks, and things . . .

Give it time

Emily's current Facebook status:

"thinking about the past and how i wish i would have regreted some things!!!"

Just Say No

Last night, David said no to The Shrine Circus, Let me be Frank's production of Summer of '69, and a hockey game. I had earlier said no to a trip to the Goodwill so offered that up. An hour and ten dollars later, David had a new shirt. We should have said no to 2012 at the Budget Cinema, but we were there and it was playing and that's how lazy we can get with our free time. And then, I think just because he was getting a good nap in, he said no to leaving 40 minutes into the movie.