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Sunday in December Rain
nice,nan. it made me want to sit in front of the fireplace with a hot cup of cocoa--with marshmallows.— January 8, 2013 3:32 p.m.
Inept When Hoping
what a stuck up beau— June 2, 2012 2:55 p.m.
Infernal Preordination
I agree, Mindy. My brother's a Mormon in Utah. I believe there is a plan for every one of us, a path, a direction and that's all; it's up to each one of us, I believe, to follow that general direction. If we don't, then our lives could end up being much more difficult than they would have been to begin with. If there is an afterlife, then there is a beforelife too, which makes me wonder if, while in this ethereal form when we look back or forward on our 3-dimensional, time-governed reality, we are so emotionally removed from physical existence, something that we view as profoundly abstract, that we can objectively study the misery, difficulties, and heartbreaking losses we will suffer or have suffered already.— May 31, 2012 12:31 a.m.
Infernal Preordination
Of course, nan, I love dessert too.— May 28, 2012 11:56 a.m.
My Adorable Little Cabbage Head
My Little Cabbage Head, Oh, how I love you.— May 27, 2012 11:43 p.m.
How I ended up in Marrakech the first time
all good things must come to an end, but the memories last forever— May 27, 2012 11:20 p.m.
Vending Machines
Sounds cool, nan, and thanks, Roody.— May 27, 2012 4:31 p.m.
Vending Machines
My daughter and I still ride the train and carousal whenever we visit Balboa Park. A streetcar you say? It must have been awesome. My mom told me that, in the fifties, when she was just 11 years old, she often rode the bus, and maybe the streetcars too, from Point Loma to Downtown San Diego by herself to watch movies at the Downtown theater. Then she'd ride the bus home, alone, sometimes at night, and she told me she never felt uncomfortable or afraid. I suppose it really was a different time then, a safer time. I wish it were like that now. Florence and the Machine? Good music, Mindy.— May 27, 2012 3:08 a.m.
time
I hate you Time, defeater of eras, crumbler of kings, usurper of plans large and small. Time, indifferent Time, how I despise you ... you just make me feel so old.— May 27, 2012 12:26 a.m.
Vending Machines
Nice picture, Mindy, for some reason it made me think of the Bugs Bunny cartoon that had the gang of Brooklyn dogs beating up Bugs: "Hey what is it?" Another dog grabs Bugs and stretches his neck, "Maybe it's a gy-raff, a gy-raff!" Thanks, kstaff. I don't remember either, although I do remember feeding the elephants peanuts. They were always very polite when receiving the peanuts from me.— May 26, 2012 1:31 p.m.