Due to a winning combination of lack of free cash and lack of foresight I find Memorial day weekend fast approaching with no plans to speak of. Oh how I yearn for a weekend getaway to New York!
I came across this photo on Flickr, via Miss Retro Modern, http://www.flickr.com/photos/chanadaal/ Oh How I would love to work there, although I doubt much work would get done. My day would consist mostly f sitting dreamily by the Windows either reading or watching the waves.....
An odd short lived series I remember watching in the early seventies. For some reason it haunts me and I even end up having a dream about it now and then. Go figure. Of course their villain/foil was played by Martha Raye and why wouldn't that be memorable?
Good Lord, 3 hours at the gym followed by a forty minute walk home after stopping at the organic market(40 bucks for white yams, DON"T get me started!) To be followed by more of same tomorrow morning prior to arriving at work. WHY do I work out so? WHY? Someone just tell me why......
How I desperately want to see this film, ever since reading about it in "The celluloid Closet"
"It's Christmas Eve 1971 in Manhattan's Greenwich Village and the regulars of the local gay bar "The Blue Jay" are celebrating. Not much has changed since Stonewall and its not all "Peace on Earth. Good Will to Men" but the times are a changin."
I don't know about all of you, but I an going to make a concentrated effort to work "He was the dainty darling of the dorm" into as many conversations as I can today.
Having spent half this morning searching the bathroom for a dropped contact lens can only hope that my vanity top is laughing with me and not at me! Shut your mouth, damn snooty arborite vanity top! Don't I have enough troubles in the morning trying to achieve a semblance of glamour without your mocking laughter!!!!!!
Two of my heroes! I found this picture via When Legends Gather and now finally have a place to pay it proper homage! There isn't a day that goes by that I don't quote or wish I could BE, either WC. Fields or Groucho Marx!
Sheer Boredom, more or less. Having two hours to kill while covering the service desk has given me the chance to set up both a Flickr and Blogger account. I figure since I've been surviving work mentally for years by surfing both areas of the Net I might as well open a page on both and start posting. Especially since all of my friends in my email list are sick of hearing form me every ten seconds. Yes, I am THAT bored at work