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2003-02-14 | 12:01 a.m.

the pastor of corduroy licorice's family church practiced what he preached. he'd never improvise a sermon. he was all about rehearsals. he'd even bus in fake congregations for test marketing.


the bug that kicked my butt this week only has to stop by for one more box, then it will be officially moved out of my system.

trying to make the best of another day at home without the energy to do much, i watched the godfather.

my favorite bit of dialogue is when al pacino's character is trying to woo diane keaton's character into marrying him despite the fact that he is part of a crime family.

michael: my father is like any other man of power. like a president or senator.

kay: oh, michael. do you know how naive you sound?

m: what do you mean?

k: presidents and senators don't have people killed.

m: now who sounds naive, kay?


one sick day revelation: having a voice that sounds like a frog doesn't only sell beers, it's a great way to get rid of telemarketers.


by the way, happy valentine's day. if you're into that kind of thing.

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