Let's start this week with a "can't we all just get along?" moment (apologies to Martin Luther King, since this probably isn't quite what he had in mind) 
I'm just so damned excited - and relieved - that my team (Da Bearss!) are one game away from going to the Super Bowl (of American football, for my foreign friends). Here are some highlights, accompanied by the music of Darude.
The only other excitement of the weekend happened just after the other game started. I thought I was hearing things, because it sounded like water dripping somewhere. Then I went to look and sure enough, water was dripping from my bathroom ceiling in several places. The (%^&$#O@)*%ing upstairs neighbors' bathtub (I hope) had overflowed. It's like the third time in 2 years. Idiots! I had to put down some pots & buckets to catch the drops while waiting for the leak to stop. Then mop up the mess. I'm seriously thinking about moving. Any SGs or female members out there in need of a roommate? I can cook - if you like toast.
Edited to add: I've been watching some of the early short films of Peter Greenaway and find them to be oddly compelling, and an accurate foreshadowing of his later work, which includes The Cook The Thief His Wife and Her Lover, Prospero's Books, Drowning by Numbers and The Pillow Book among others. It strikes me that he is somewhat of a visual Borges, with a strong surrealist streak. Here is an example from his alphabetical short "H is for House."
A man believed that the human eye was like some sort of battery that the sun alone could recharge. Avoiding the dangerous glare of the day, he took to watching summer sunsets in the hope that his sight would thus be much improved for the winter. He persuaded his friends to watch with him, and soon, in various parts of the country, groups people sat out of doors in the evening, looking westwards.
Before very long, rival societies sprang up to watch the dawn. Sun-watching to recharge sight became endemic.
Controversy arose: the rift between those who looked east in the morning and those who looked west in the evening led to argument and abuse, and ultimately to blows. Cynical observers began to look west in the morning and east in the evening, and a group of of satirical opticians began to look north and south in the middle of the night.
I'm just so damned excited - and relieved - that my team (Da Bearss!) are one game away from going to the Super Bowl (of American football, for my foreign friends). Here are some highlights, accompanied by the music of Darude.
The only other excitement of the weekend happened just after the other game started. I thought I was hearing things, because it sounded like water dripping somewhere. Then I went to look and sure enough, water was dripping from my bathroom ceiling in several places. The (%^&$#O@)*%ing upstairs neighbors' bathtub (I hope) had overflowed. It's like the third time in 2 years. Idiots! I had to put down some pots & buckets to catch the drops while waiting for the leak to stop. Then mop up the mess. I'm seriously thinking about moving. Any SGs or female members out there in need of a roommate? I can cook - if you like toast.
Edited to add: I've been watching some of the early short films of Peter Greenaway and find them to be oddly compelling, and an accurate foreshadowing of his later work, which includes The Cook The Thief His Wife and Her Lover, Prospero's Books, Drowning by Numbers and The Pillow Book among others. It strikes me that he is somewhat of a visual Borges, with a strong surrealist streak. Here is an example from his alphabetical short "H is for House."
A man believed that the human eye was like some sort of battery that the sun alone could recharge. Avoiding the dangerous glare of the day, he took to watching summer sunsets in the hope that his sight would thus be much improved for the winter. He persuaded his friends to watch with him, and soon, in various parts of the country, groups people sat out of doors in the evening, looking westwards.
Before very long, rival societies sprang up to watch the dawn. Sun-watching to recharge sight became endemic.
Controversy arose: the rift between those who looked east in the morning and those who looked west in the evening led to argument and abuse, and ultimately to blows. Cynical observers began to look west in the morning and east in the evening, and a group of of satirical opticians began to look north and south in the middle of the night.
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Hrm, I dont know... I never even thought of it actually. I know Kyra is probably the shortest... that girl is like 4'10" or something.
I am dainty, for sure tho.