Monday, September 06, 2010
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Inside: Photos of eyeballs, bees, eyeballs, blue hands, and eyeballs. Also inside: Thoughts I want you to read and to live by and, when especially inspired, to set to opera. Also inside: my fight against vegetable tyranny. Just a little something I do so you don’t have to. You're welcome. Come on in and get your jibber jabber on!
4 comments:
re: the poll... what if your friend's room had a sliding glass door and there was no need for window exiting? still call myself a door person?
(Is that a "prole" violation? -- Andy?)
this is most excellent. I will admit that for the first half of the video, I found myself thinking, "Really? This is it?" But then I thought to myself, "Wait, this is a MB video....wait for it...." You never fail to deliver. Very, very nice work!
(Oh, my word today is "dicted"...I think I'll leave that one alone....)
JC -- first question, no way does a sliding door count as a window; second question, no! : )
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Word - "tismil" - used in a sentenced, "That meal was tismil. Makes me felt like we been dicted."
Claudia--
There's this great line that Brando says in The Freshman that Juli and I say all the time (always, of course, with the Brando accent). "I'm so happy. I don't know why I'm so happy."
That's just what I felt like saying after reading your lovely comment. Thanks, yo.
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