Posted on 10/23/2010 5:17:52 PM PDT by Lrod
I’m sure Anoreth is having a great time (/s) and dreaming of Thailand or Anguilla.
I saw Megamind the other day. It was hilarious. Yet again I was the only person laughing for half the jokes, but that was because ten-year-olds are not familiar with Superman anymore, I guess. Or Nirvana.
Then I went out with the usual people and we got extremely drunk. I probably had hypothermia, cause it was raining and cold, but it was still a good time.
Yesterday I felt like crap, but I saw Due Date. It wasn’t all that funny. Ah well.
I thought you said you had a coat. Sionnsar liked Megamind, too. Your dad and I watched “An American in Paris” the other night, Gene Kelly and Leslie Caron. Good show!
Time for the next batch of swimming lessons. Any word on when you’ll go underway? Call USAA and mail me your birth certificate!
Did you get the November “First Things”? It has a good section on what it’s really like at various colleges that might interest you.
Laundry is laundry, no matter where one goes. I’m not afraid of it any more!!
What color are they? I am home now to pack -- it felt like winter out there!
She isn’t very vocal, which seems odd.
She’ll watch movies with you, hovering over your shoulder to look at the screen.
But when she is vocal, it is a hoot.
Good luck.
I did get November. Been reading it in my truck when I don’t feel like reading how the ottomans and the Spanish slaughtered each other for a hundred years. Interesting book. Lots of gore.
However, I am.becoming less and less interested in doing college in the states. I mainly want a degree, not a religious awakening or a 4-year lecture on atheism. Ah well.
Wish I didn’t travel so much...
Yes, something can be said for relaxing with some tea or hot chocolate with a fur beast purring away nearby.
You could get “just a degree” at a lot of state universities, especially in the Midwest. Oklahoma or Missouri, Texas or Wyoming ... especially the branches other than the “flagship” campus. You could go to Truman State in Kirksville and live at the house in Leonard, with petz, and get a cool diploma that says, “Truman State”!
Gail says hi - she was at the pool with her granddaughter while Pat and James were having their swimming lesson. Pat can swim the whole length of the pool (25m.). I didn’t exactly recognize the stroke, but he was hacienda el nadar all by himself.
I finished “Pirates of the Levant.” Lots of blood and death. I guess they’ll go to Mexico next to see Angelica and more blood and death.
There's a lot to be said for it. Dogs too -- I miss our old coyote-shepherd mix, passed on some 15 years ago.
Tea and hot chocolate... darn, I won't even be getting over to glühwein country this winter. Oh well.
I guess. Angelica is boring. It would be better if they went to England instead or something.
It would be cool to go in Ireland or somewhere. I could get a degree in medieval history. Might have to live off my writing talent afterwards, but since people keep telling me I could pull that off, it might work. I could take actual writing classes and get better. One needs more than a good eye for composition.
Yes, you need to be able to plot if you’re going to be a successful writer. You’ve got description, dialogue, and characterization ... it’s just putting together a whole story that you need, for fiction.
You can get into law school with any kind of an undergrad degree plus a good LSAT score, if you wanted to go that way.
I was thinking political commentary maybe. I could get into radio. I’m good at talking.
I bet your wife wishes the same thing!
You could get into radio. Work on a bright, lively voice, though ... you wouldn’t want to put people to sleep like David Attenborough.
A large university will have a radio station, and you could audition for a show.
Tiny, a Husky... uh.. something mix.
She had markings similar to a Shepherd, or maybe one of those black collie breeds.
She was a hoot, she didn’t mind cats at all.
She seemed to think she was a cat.
I had a little dog who refused any name we gave her. In desperation, I looked at her one day about two weeks after we got her and said, “Well, doggie, if you don’t come to a dog’s name, maybe you’ll come to a cat’s name. Here, kitty, kitty, kitty!”
Her ears perked up and she came on the run with a big ol’ smile on her face! “You found my name! You found my name!”
Yep. That was her name: Kitty. All four pounds of her.
I have a calm, vaguely sarcastic voice. Works just as well.
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