Bullwinkle predicts the weather:
"Will there be any precipitation on my Natal Day?"
"Depends whether you leave it out in the rain!"
"Sleep don't drink no beer!"--Undeclared
Dreamed of having peanut butter in my mouth; spending the night at a restaurant where you kept eating until dawn; seeing Sharon Stone and her husband there; going home with Mother; seeing the view in my hometown of Sackville, N.B., then remembering that I was in Toronto and needing a moment to "wake up" and get my Toronto bearings; taking photographs of a woman wearing jodhpurs and riding boots; wrongly remembering her as an actress in Days of Heaven; holding a non-existent New York Times blogger in contempt.
Donald came over for Christmas dinner. Just after he arrived the computer gave a "kernel panic" signal (I thought it was spelled "Colonel Panic") and he was available to try to figure it out. [Another busman's holiday for him!]
Dinner was turkey, of course.
Saw the DVD of the first episodes of the Rocky & Bullwinkle story where Bullwinkle's bunion predicted the weather.
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