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We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don’t like? — Jean Cocteau
I am in here.
We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don’t like? — Jean Cocteau
I swear I looked up this guy’s page on IMDB just so I could try to figure out why this guy thinks he has any talent and who in hell would hire him in the first place. I’m watching Taxi and the guy is annoying me by is mere presence in it. I’m rooting for … Continue reading Jimmy Fallon in a movie
Okay, I am now officially time-disoriented. Due to the bad coughing fit last night, I slept all morning, after annoying the hell out of my husband around midnight while I was trying to get the humidifier set up and then blogging till I was sleepy. [Thanks, Ol’ Cranky, for the cough medicine tip. Gonna get … Continue reading Time and its implications
My husband loves his boiler. I’m sorry — you young folks don’t know that that’s what we old Midwestern chicks call our furnaces. (They work through steam — they boil water… Get it?) Alright, where was I? My husband loves his boiler. It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t understand it. It doesn’t matter what instructions … Continue reading The saga of the boiler