Small amusements...

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I had been trying to do something for awhile tonight, and it just wasn’t working. It’s late, I thought, and I know it will work in the morning.
A character in a scifi book I’m reading had just been in a scene where a personality module jacked into her brain had her believing she was Scarlett O’Hara.

And I almost said, “Tomorrow is another day.”

Wait a minute, I thought. That’s a stupid expression. What does it mean? [InvaderZIM] It means NOTHING! [/InvaderZIM]

“Tomorrow is another day!” … why, yes … yes, it is. Yesterday was another day. The day after tomorrow is also another day. In point of fact, every day is another day.

I laughed myself silly over this. Small amusements I guess.

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Yes, yes.

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You want small amusements? I have two kittens. And a laser pointer.

I haven’t laughed this much in years! :smiley:

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It’s always in the last place you look.

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Well, at the end of the day, it’s just another vacuous maxim.

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You can always go back but you can never return.

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Is that from Hotel California?

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Hopefully serving a purpose…

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It might be, but I encountered it many years ago in a book with a batch of “Polish Proverbs” which also had things like:

A short man on horseback can look down on a tall man on the ground
He who casts no shadow knows no shame
A fool has no business inside a balloon

You want more? I got more…

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Oh, yeah? So why don’t you just look there first?

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I’m moving 10 miles away because they say that most accidents happen within 5 miles of home.

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“A fool has no business inside a balloon.” Ha ha hahahaaaaa! Damn straight!

Here’s another one: It was a lovely January day today in California. Truly nice. One-hoodie weather. So I’m riding my bike down the street, smiling at people, enjoying the unique winter angle of sunshine, and what do I hear?

The ice cream man!

Now, that’s an optimist! *

  • He’s actually a hella nice guy. A young sikh, with a lovely young wife who once accompanied him on his rounds. He has soft-serve cones. You can get them dipped! Mmmmmmm … how he listens to “Turkey In The Straw” all day without going crazy, I do NOT know.