Quotes of the Day

1) Imagination is more important than knowledge...

2) Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.

--Albert Einstein

Lost

In spite of all evidence to the contrary, the entire universe is composed of only two basic substances: Magic and bullshit. (author unknown...to me)

I love that quote.

My favorite show of all time "Lost" started season two last night and I was quite pleasantly blown away. I love that show and how it keeps you guessing. I think the plane crash was staged and it's a "Vanilla Sky" with a little "Matrix" thrown in for good measure. The flash backs could be implanted memories. Oh, don't get me started. I can't grasp my own thoughts around this.

I love a good mystery. I used to read Nancy Drew as a kid and "Evil Under the Sun" is an old Hercule Poirot classic. I was addicted to "Columbo" for a long time and was addicted by proxy to "The X-Files" (thank you, Sara).

I like things that keep you guessing and make you think. Thinking is like a good thing, right?

Music of the Night

My dear hubby took me to see "Phantom of the Opera" last night. While I still feel the same way about the "musical" part of musicals, this was visually stunning. I would have loved to have been just a little closer to see the details in the set designs. Also, the notes those women (and men) can hit brought chills to my soul!

I guess I'm going to have to read the book.

I've been to a fair share of plays in my time and I have to say some people just don't get it. I saw people in jeans. JEANS for god sake, it's the Fox! I don't think there's ever an appropriate time to wear jeans to the Fox. Even for a movie. AND what's with the people who can't get to their seat on time and come back holding a beer smelling like smoke? (No offense to my friends that smoke, but it's one thing when you're at a bar. The theater is another thing entirely.) That's just tacky. I had my martini (that my wonderful hubby went back to get for me), but I was still seated well before they dimmed the lights. There were people stumbling back to their seats after the second act had started. That's just rude. What happened to the old rule that if you weren't back in time you had to wait? People in this town certainly show their class by wearing jeans and coming in late during a Broadway production.

Of course, hubby and I got Junior Mints...but we were seated on time, by god!

You Say It's Your Birthday...

da na na na na na....it's my birthday, too. Yeah!

Yes, today is my birthday. Whoo! I love my birthday. Some people get upset about growing older...not me. Nope. Not at all. I swear!

My birthday has always been such a fun day...except the time my mom didn't realize I was joking and made me a coconut cake... I cried. She cried. It was bad. I HATE coconut! (did I stress that enough? I mean I HAAAAAATE coconut. blah!) I don't even like coconut rum. Ick! Blech! Yuck! Okay.

So, aside from that one all of my birthdays have been pretty stellar. Just knowing that you made it one more year is something in itself.

One of my favorite quotes is "The purpose of life is to fight maturity"-Dick Werthimer. (Of course, I had to look up the author.) Fortunately, most of my friends feel the same way...in one way or another. First of all, we're mature in an immature way. I mean, who's REALLY mature. There's time to be mature when you're on your deathbed. Although, I think I want that to be fun.

Another quote I like is "Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, your body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "Woo hoo! What a ride!" I can't find who said that, but I love it.

Have a great day. I know I will. :-)

Monday, Monday...

Mondays stink. I guess I'm in mourning the loss of the weekend. Weekends are good. Weekends are fun. Weekends are way too effing short. Why is that? Who started that? Must we REALLY be productive? Okay, fine, I get it. Powerful country, blah. We're all a bunch of workaholics who can't relax unless we're blowing someone up. (Yikes, stop there...)

No, I'm not into politics. I found out the hard way that it's a quick conversation stopper. I haven't talked about it since and won't start now. Considering my husband has a minor in Poly-Sci, I'm out of my league anyway.

I do, however, love to talk about movies. I saw "The Exorcism of Emily Rose" this weekend. It was okay. It didn't suck, but I wouldn't say it was great, either. There were a couple of things I couldn't watch, but all in all it was pretty good. It wasn't historically accurate according to a couple of articles I read, but hey, it's Hollywood and it's only "based" on true events. So, technically, they don't have to be. If they were, I'm sure they wouldn't be half as interesting, right? Riiiiight??!

Anyway, I guess I'll get back to work. Blah! (LB, please forgive my grammaticalities........)

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