Okay, I can’t read, hear, say, or write that Keats quote without picturing Hugh Grant with a cig. hanging out of his mouth, shirt open, and rowing a skiff. I think it was a skiff… I am apoplectic when I assume that scene is the only reason that most of the US knows the author of those words, no matter how lovely and bad Hugh Grant was.
But, I digress. Mostly, I just have a random scattering of “sittin’ around” type things to relate:
- I would like to plug a book that was designed by a highly talented friend, Shannon. I was really flattered that she asked for a piece that I wrote, from which to create her graphic project.
- Everyone should see REAPER before it is pulled from the air, which I am certain it will be, as have all or any of the shows that have ever earned my attention. I have my issues with John Milton, but the writers are clever, and really seem to be Milton fans, which is an unusual and appealing thing. Smart and highly silly. Good fun.
- This one is an Horrified Fascination Syndrome (HFS) kind of listing. It’s not quite a train-wreck…it’s more…well… I don’t know if I am intensely jealous, or just embarrassed that I might be a fan. Leslie Hall is an enigma to me, and needs an editor–hmmm… She is so young! I had no idea how young she was, and really, who would?! Anyone who sells pants with “Crotch Lock” is at least hilarious in my book.
- Uncle Jon is coming to town!
- Southerners like to leave their unloved dead out to rot and be picked at by vultures (well, that which isn’t worthy of eating). At least, I think that the way in which one handles their ex animals or roadkill is telling of the way they handle their humanity, or lack of. Maybe I need to elaborate on that, or at least explain it.
- I am not a good Easter Bunny, Santa, Tooth Faery, etc. In fact, if it weren’t for relatives who love them, the boys likely would never know that the holidays or their mascots exist, at least not until school.
- My boys will be in diapers for so long that they will be lucky to ever have a date.
Okay, I think that covers it. There may or may not be more…I am a very busy Pru, with lots of sittin’ around to be done.
Ta!
Prrru
