I often indulge in a little game
In which I try to tell
What certain bloggers would be like
If I could know them well
Of course, I rarely have the chance
To see if I’ve guessed right
But there is gratification in
Apprasing folks sans sight
Now and again I sit around
With monotony of the mind
Getting my weekly stimulation
Reading odd blogs that I find
I’m sure there’s lots of people
If I allowed myself to see
Who find me just as dubious
As these strange ones are to me
Non-substantive triviality:
Yo-Yo Ma Radio has added more songs.
I read that Alfred Hitchcock was a misogynist asshole. I am disappointed.
Friends are killing me softly with all the requests to accompany them to Eat Prey Love.
I’m a pretty good girl friend, and I love that friends want me to accompany them to the movies, but by asking me to see this film they clearly show they know me not at all. Moreover, I’m in the middle of some minor research, am trying to squeeze in a four or five day trip to Banff around Labor Day, and I’d rather see Eraserhead — a film that always makes me gag.
True Blood Quote Musings:
I liked Eric’s dual meaning quote of the Magistrate’s Fuck the Authority, but Russell’s We will eat you after we eat your children is the cake topper this week.
Peace
