Stanley Kubrick did it in 1968.
I did it on 1/1/2001.
2001: Space Oddities
Monday, December 31, 2007
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Friday, December 28, 2007
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Snowball
I made myself a snowball
As perfect as could be.
I thought I'd keep it as a pet
And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas,
And a pillow for its head.
Then last night it ran away,
But first -- it wet the bed.
~Author Unknown
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
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Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Dear Santa
Write your letter to Santa.
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at John's Christmas party. It was Mary who spiked the punch with too much cappuccino. I can't help it if I drank 666 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like pumpkin spice.
I thought it was funny when I put Suzy-Q's sports bra on my head and danced the tango on the bed while singing `Sweet Emotion'. I didn't mean to break John's TV and don't know why John would sue me for capital murder.
I don't remember calling Steven's wife a horrendous cow---even though she looked like one with magenta eye shadow and purple lipstick!
And when I threw up on Mary Lou's husband's thigh, it was only because I ate too much of that spinach.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my pickup truck through my neighbor's front door. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a gorgeous panther and have me arrested for B&E!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all fiery and gigantic. And I'm really not to blame for any of this energetic stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and airily yours,
La de Boheme (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 20 bucks!
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at John's Christmas party. It was Mary who spiked the punch with too much cappuccino. I can't help it if I drank 666 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like pumpkin spice.
I thought it was funny when I put Suzy-Q's sports bra on my head and danced the tango on the bed while singing `Sweet Emotion'. I didn't mean to break John's TV and don't know why John would sue me for capital murder.
I don't remember calling Steven's wife a horrendous cow---even though she looked like one with magenta eye shadow and purple lipstick!
And when I threw up on Mary Lou's husband's thigh, it was only because I ate too much of that spinach.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my pickup truck through my neighbor's front door. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a gorgeous panther and have me arrested for B&E!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all fiery and gigantic. And I'm really not to blame for any of this energetic stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and airily yours,
La de Boheme (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 20 bucks!
Thursday, December 13, 2007
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