Boy....

....did I blab today....

LOL....

I guess I can leave some deep thoughts for the day....

Nah............

To my English Idol, Billy Shakesaharpoon who wrote a bunch of "bonnets" and "soiled leered la queens"....

Who made "Raw Meat Oh and Jewel Lit-yet" household names...

that had the Mount-A-Goose and the Cat-Puke-Licks battled like the "Roses" that prevented true love....

How that turned into the "West Sided Story" which I saw again recently and I cannot believe that I thought it was so good back in the days only to find it really not so great except for the music and Rita Moreno.

And btw, I finally saw "Wizard Of Oz" for the very first time in my life.

I mean, I know the story and I've seen bits and pieces of it and I know some of the songs that sent me gone to look for Leperchauns and that pot of cursed gold...

I guess that's one advantage of having children. I am reading books and movies that I have had no desire to read nor see...

like Mother Goose....but I digest, yet again...

I guess a blab is a bit like a soliloquy...

To pee, or not to pee...that isn't really even need to be questioned...(Hammer Let)

Oh, my office stank it smells of Havannah (no offense to Havannahians) (Hammer Let)

Now, might I do it, Pat, now he is spraying...(Hammer Let)

That has no relish thus no salivation in it (Hammer Let)

today, and today, and today
creepy in this petty face from pay to pay...(McBath and McDonald's)

All of our yesterdays have lighted fools (this one is the actual part of soliloquy from Macbeth, don't even need me to mess with it. LOL)

whew....

alrighty, now that I've slaughtered Shakespeare...

I guess I'll have to do something that I've never done before....

be serious...and leave this one alone in its entirety and leave it for my wife... :-)

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief.
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it;
cast it off. It is my lady,
O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing:
what of that? Her eye discourses;
I will answer it.
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business,
do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp;
her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!

(boy, I am so glad that somebody has gone through the trouble to type all these out on the net. Beats me finding my old copy of Raw-Meat-Oh and Julienne Carrots)

Woe Is Moi.......parting a toupe is such sweet sorrow....

*disclaimer, the above statement is of no offense to any toupe wearers out there. For I strongly support self-improvement/image to create a better life for ones-self....
I am also full of crap and I am the president of it....