BAH

Vééérrrroooooooone!!
Vééérrrrooooooooone!!
Vous êtes Véroooooooone!!!!!

Bah.
Blast those blasted Froggies.
They may not know squat about staging, but they sure write some catchy tunes.
:)

It's nice to have friends

Why Can't The English?

Henry Look at her, a prisoner of the gutter,
Condemned by every syllable she ever uttered.
By law she should be taken out and hung,
For the cold-blooded murder of the English tongue.
Eliza Aaoooww! Henry imitating her Aaoooww!
Heaven's! What a noise!
This is what the British population,
Calls an elementary education. Pickering Oh,
Counsel, I think you picked a poor example. Henry Did I?
Hear them down in Soho square,
Dropping "h's" everywhere.
Speaking English anyway they like.
You sir, did you go to school?
Man Wadaya tike me for, a fool?
Henry No one taught him 'take' instead of 'tike!
Why can't the English teach their children how to speak?
This verbal class distinction, by now,
Should be antique. If you spoke as she does, sir,
Instead of the way you do,
Why, you might be selling flowers, too!
Hear a Yorkshireman, or worse,
Hear a Cornishman converse,
I'd rather hear a choir singing flat.
Chickens cackling in a barn Just like this one!
Eliza Garn! Henry I ask you, sir, what sort of word is that?
It's "Aoooow" and "Garn" that keep her in her place.
Not her wretched clothes and dirty face.
Why can't the English teach their children how to speak?
This verbal class distinction by now should be antique.
If you spoke as she does, sir, Instead of the way you do,
Why, you might be selling flowers, too.
An Englishman's way of speaking absolutely classifies him,
The moment he talks he makes some other
Englishman despise him.
One common language I'm afraid we'll never get.
Oh, why can't the English learn to set
A good example to people whose
English is painful to your ears?
The Scotch and the Irish leave you close to tears.
There even are places where English completely
disappears. In America, they haven't used it for years!
Why can't the English teach their children how to speak?
Norwegians learn Norwegian; the Greeks have taught their
Greek. In France every Frenchman knows
his language fro "A" to "Zed"
The French never care what they do, actually,
as long as they pronounce in properly.
Arabians learn Arabian with the speed of summer lightning.
And Hebrews learn it backwards,
which is absolutely frightening.
But use proper English you're regarded as a freak.
Why can't the English,
Why can't the English learn to speak?

I'm alive

Sooooo....

Been busy.
Work.
Stuff.
Ya know.

The Queen and I went to San Francisco yesterday and had a great time.
Went to the Palace of the Legion of Honor and saw my favorite Rembrandt.
Bummed around Golden Gate Park.
FYI - the Japanese Tea Garden is free after 5pm.
The nice man we talked to at the Shakespeare Garden told us who to talk to about holding a wedding there. I have the feeling he thought the two of us were the happy couple. This was shortly after the woman at the gift shop in the museum told us that we reminded her of herself and her WIFE. *sigh*
Anywhoo, we went to the Sunrise Deli and I had a lovely shawarma and some magnificent baklava. Aaaaahhhhh, it was delicious. I want more.
We topped off the day by walking the double G.
It was a little chilly, but not too terrible.
It's so fun to be in a city and see all kinds of people and hear all kinds of languages. San Francisco is a nifty place.

Alright...

Have to do something terribly girly, so you've been warned -

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I LOVE YOU, JASON CRABB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay.
I feel better.
:)

Of course, the above comment refers to the musical sense of the phrase.
Yep.

He's so special, he has Ringtone status.
Ooooohhhhhh.
Very special, indeed.
And I'm sure his WIFE would agree with me.
*sigh*

Ornament premiere set-up is tomorrow.
Blech.
Yucky.
Blah.

It's hot.

I started antibiotics today.

It's hot.

Re-did the blog.

*sigh*

Bob

So, Bob and I are getting along splendidly.
He definitely keeps me entertained.
He has all the right music and Solitaire.
He doesn't talk back or disagree with me about anything.
I can turn him off whenever I want.

Too bad he's just an electronic.

Chocolate

My mother just handed me a piece of candy from See's and said "Here, this was my sample a couple of days ago."

Not knowing what said piece of candy might contain, I tentatively bit into it.
It was a truffle.



I took a couple of hasty bites and then told myself to slow down.

It was so lovely.
The taste remains in your mouth and it's just as good afterwards.
*sigh*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I GOT AN iPOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*runs around in circles*

You Raise Me Up

When I am down, and oh my soul, so weary,
when troubles come and my heart burdened be.
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
until You come and sit awhile with me.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains.
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas.
I am strong, when I am on Your shoulders
You raise me up to more than I can be.

There is no life, no life without its hunger,
each restless heart beats so imperfectly.
But when You come and I am filled with wonder,
sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.

Brendan Graham, Rolf Lovland

The Circle

Sometimes I really don't like people.

I suppose people sometimes really don't like me.

So it all works out in the end.

Just wanted to add..

Alright, how cute is this??



That's my boy, reading to the kiddies.
Isn't he a dear.
I hope he's okay.
Haven't seen hide nor hair of him for quite some time.
I tried to email his sister, but it was returned to me.
*sigh*
No love for the Gooch.
*sniff*

This and that

Well.
Trying to make myself post more often.

Uhm.
Worked today.
Tired.
It rained, which was fine by me, but a lot of other people seemed to be unhappy about it.

---random lyric moment---

Rain
Falls from the sky
Fresh on my skin
Kisses my face
I
drag myself up
Weary I walk
guided by Grace
There in the darkness
a flicker of light
Leading me onward
Over the moors
to a road
a road winding slow
that leads to a house
a house that I know

---end random lyric moment---

I don't know what was wrong last night, but I couldn't go to sleep till 2 blasted am.
Crazy.
I hope that doesn't happen tonight.
I need all the beauty sleep I can get.

Speaking of which, just thought I would let you all know that I am not a cute girl.
And I am okay with that.
These girls that I work with, they crack me up.
They are so cute, so high school, so like yeah, totally Californian teenagers.
Their topics of conversation are amazing.
A man came into the store today and bought a graduation card for his nephew.
He asked me when I was graduating.
I said "From what???" and laughed.
I told him the year that I graduated from high school.
After he left, I turned to Erika and said "I'M SO OLD!!!!"
I tell people I graduated in '99 and it sounds like that was 20 years ago.
Gah.

A quarter (maybe more like a third) of my life is behind me.
So much to see and so little time!
So many tickets to be bought!
So many critics to yell at!
So many castles to visit!
So many burritos to eat!
So many Peach Pleasures to be enjoyed!
And not enough time!
Bah!
*shakes fist*

*sigh*
Well, in the words of Mr.Nichols...
Cheer up. Life isn't everything.

Boy, for some reason, I'm now having a Benedick moment.

BEATRICE
I wonder that you will still be talking, Signior
Benedick: nobody marks you.

BENEDICK
What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?

BEATRICE
Is it possible disdain should die while she hath
such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick?
Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if you come
in her presence.

BENEDICK
Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I
am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I
would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard
heart; for, truly, I love none.

BEATRICE
A dear happiness to women: they would else have
been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God
and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that: I
had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man
swear he loves me.

BENEDICK
God keep your ladyship still in that mind! so some
gentleman or other shall 'scape a predestinate
scratched face.

BEATRICE
Scratching could not make it worse, an 'twere such
a face as yours were.

BENEDICK
Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher.

BEATRICE
A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours.

BENEDICK
I would my horse had the speed of your tongue, and
so good a continuer. But keep your way, i' God's
name; I have done.

BEATRICE
You always end with a jade's trick: I know you of old.

*sigh*
Ah, the battle of the sexes.
Will we never escape it.
Do we want to escape it???

Okay.
This is where I go to bed.
Night.

So.
New blog theme.
Not that I didn't like Garrison, but there were more pressing matters to attend to.
*cough*

Went to LA.
Went to Disneyland.
Saw James.
All that good stuff.

Just FYI - that Israel and New Breed Live From Another Level dvd looks like it was filmed by a bunch of people on crack.
Sorry if that seems crude, but it's true.
Don't watch it if you get car sick.
Sheesh.
If I had known it was like that, I probably wouldn't have bought it.
But really, only in Santa Monica will you find a dvd like that at Tower Records, the Twilight Zone of Christian music.
:)

I've decided that I don't really like L.A.
It makes me feel icky.

Hey Bethy, James is playing Lancelot in a one night concert thingie at the Hollywood Bowl.
*sigh*
As Professor Gonzalez says, "C'est moi!"
;)

Life is weird.
And it never ends.
Until you die of course.
But then, you're dead - you don't know what you're missing at that point.
I'm glad God didn't make it so that we remember being born.
That would be so traumatizing, we wouldn't make it anyways.
I'm glad He thought about those things.
Speaking of God, I'm stuck on that line from the show (the blog theme).
Those words come out of his mouth (JB's, not God ;)) and you can hear the entire audience go "Hhhhhhmmmmm..."
I'm glad I already knew that God isn't hiding.

Well.
There's your theological discussion for the week.
I'm pooped.
I'm going to bed.

Update

Sooo.......

Had a birhday.
And a party.

Got an A in Public Speaking.
Shocker, I know.
You are all aware of what problems I have with speech.
I tell ya, this class has been a life saver.
*cough*

I got a car.
I'll have to take a picture of her and post it.

Dad scared the pooey out of us last night.
He had a panic attack at 3 am.
He's been sick and he's got asthma.
He isn't the most physically stable person in the first place. When you get up at 3 am in the dark after taking Codeine and feel like you're going to fall, a person like him panics.
*sigh*
I woke up to a veeerryy loud noise.
That isn't normally a good sign.
I remember waking up when we had that earthquake a few years ago and the sheer NOISE was amazing. I thought Well, it's the end of the world.
So anywhoo, lots of banging and then Dad freaking out.
I got up and opened my door, saying Jesus a couple of times (in plea, not in frustration :)).
We calmed him down.
Some people don't adapt to change very well.
*sigh*

The album is looking soooo nifty.
I wanna keep it.
It's lovely.
If this doesn't inspire gratitude, than absolutely nothing will.

I'm working allll day today.
SVS this morning and then 12-7 at Hally's.
Ick.
I was bored to tears last Saturday.
I arranged, I straightened, I cleaned.
It did pick up a little, but Saturdays just feel different than weekdays. They feel slow and lazy. Weekdays have a little more zip to them.

I've been asked to change the blog theme because the person said that the bird (among other things) was freaking them out.
I'm not sure if I should respond to my public so willingly, but hey, they're the only public I have.

I am so sick of hearing bout Wicked.
I wish it would go away and never come back.
Ever.
And if those moron Tony Shmony voters give the Best Musical award to that canned ham of a show rather than Piazza, their status as Real Live Morons will be cemented in my book. As Czolgosz says, they are the vilest scum in the world!!! ;)
So yeah, canned ham is nice once in a while. But ya can't live on it. And even if you could, who would want to?????

Bah.
I gotta go.
*sigh*

Oh, that this too too solid flesh would melt!!

Well...

Just stumbled across these in one of my Yahoo photo albums.
Brings back memories.

At the big 25th Anniversary Bash


I think this was at a Dennys...after BAPC one year...that's Sean's hand on the back of the seat...


After being up ALL night at a Lock-In, thus the Zombie look


More anniversary


:)

Proof

This is why Florian's 1966 Chevy with 42,000 miles on it is completely believable.
This is why the Chevy septic tank is believable.
This is why Pontoon Boat is believable.
Those things are believable because this link is true.
And because this link sounds like something Garrison made up.
I told you he is brilliant.

Biggest Hockey Stick

Does everyone have a water buffalo?

Been busy.
Very busy.
Lots of work.
Debate.
All that.
Yeah.

Sooooooo.....
Work is going fine.
The debate was great. We kicked tooshie. Larry Exum would be proud.

I'm listening to VeggieTales.

A few days ago, I was thinking about I Love My Lips and got very worried because I couldn't remember half the words.
That's very bad.
Very bad indeed.

I thought of some more things to add to my Thrill list and then I forget them.
However, I thought of one again.
Garrison.

Garrison gives me the Thrill.
He's brilliant. Brilliant, I tell you!
I'm reading one of his books right now. The Chicken story - oh boy. I laughed, I cried, my body hurt from laughing.
He makes me terribly depressed and I think the world is peopled by heathens who kick puppies and take ice cream cones from children.
Then he makes me snort with laughter and think that life is one grand picnic a few pages later.
And maybe both of those are true.

The Thrill

It's interesting how little things in life can give us a Thrill, like when Anne gives a place a name.

One of the things that gives me a Thrill is that line from Wives & Daughters -
"You men concern yourselves with the eternal verities: we women are content to ponder the petty things in life."

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
I LOVE THAT LINE!!!!!!!!
IT JUST KILLS ME!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

So.
*cough*
Anywhoo...I like that line.
:)

Things that gives me a Thrill:

-the national anthem

-those 35 magnificent seconds of Carlos'

-the last line of Farewell, Good Angel as delivered by JB

-various parts of Jane, mostly the scene after the thwarted wedding....the violence comment *sigh*

-The Moon by Joshua Payne

-the last "Flyyyyyyy!!!" in River by Mikey

-Acts 4:12

-singing To Him Who Sits On The Throne

That's it for now.
If I think of any more, I'll let you know.
:)

My cat