Crime & The City Solution - Six Bells Chime
|7-year-old girl:||But if she was eighteen and pregnant, why wouldn't she just get an abortion?|
|Father [after a pause where he weighs how to reply]:||Good question!|
|Me:||[body starts rotating like a drill, slowly coiling down into itself until it is flat to the ground, then shoots up into the sky like a firework and explodes, spelling out the word "THE FUTURE IS NOW!" before fluttering delicately to the ground in glimmer shards]|
But when I walked into Napa Auto Parts, I wasn’t expecting anyone to overhear me and my lil ditty. But a gentleman did and then there was a shuffle of embarrassment followed by a long pause of me giving up on caring. Because I’m 23 and I’m too old for that shit.
And so I Googled, “Polar Bear Underwear” for an image to include with this post only to find that there is a video of a little gal and HER own Polar Bear Underwear song. Then the world decided to hit reset on it’s console because this is just too much coincidence before 10 AM.
Can anyone recommend good bollywood movies that are also available through Netflix Streaming? I’d love to dive more into the genre because I’ve only seen a handful. Thanks in advance!
"… a person so dazzling that she was reputed to be that rare woman who looked like Marlene Dietrich and wrote like Virginia Woolf." source
I think she looked a little bit more like a darker and even more sultry version of Debbie Harry. But seriously, the woman could write.
“Life was taking its vengeance on me, and that vengeance consisted merely in coming back, nothing more. Every case of madness involves something coming back. People who are possessed are not possessed by something that just comes but instead by something that comes back. Sometimes life comes back. If in me everything crumbled before that power, it is not because that power was itself necessarily an overwhelming one: it in fact had only to come, since it had already become too full-flowing a force to be controlled or contained - when it appeared it overran everything. And then, like after a flood, there floated a wardrobe, a person, a loose window, three suitcases. And that seemed like Hell to me, that destruction of layers and layers of human archaeology.” The Passion According to G.H.
"It’s difficult to name a favorite wood. They are all so noble, each with its own special characteristics.
Oak is mighty and dense, for the hull of your square-rigged sailing ship, but also, when quarter-sawn, its medullary rays can make your library table sing with erudition. Maple and Birch are creamy and many colored, like a delicious bowl of only Lucky Charms marshmallows. Cedar and Redwood are lightweight but extremely high in tensile strength, rendering them perfect for boatbuilding in the smaller classes of watercraft. Bamboo (a grass) makes nature’s bong. Walnut (esp. California Claro) is my gold standard for depth of figure, strength, beauty, and workability. Ash and Hickory, straight-grained and true, make excellent bludgeons, dandy for the cudgeling of vegetarians.”