random babble
Oct. 16th, 2005 05:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tsukikageFrom The Writer's Almanac for Friday, October 14, 2005, about Katherine Mansfield:
"At one point, she married a man she barely knew, and left him before the wedding night was over because she couldn't stand the pink bedspread."
Wow.
Also, a "Pretty Good Joke":
Three souls appeared before St. Peter at the pearly gates. St. Peter asked the first one, "What was your last annual salary?" The soul replied, "$200,000; I was a trial lawyer." St. Peter asked the second one the same question. The soul answered, "$95,000; I was a realtor." St. Peter then asked the third soul the same question. The answer was "$8,000." St. Peter immediately said, "Cool! What instrument did you play?"
In response to a question written to Mr. Keillor:
"Marilyn, the poet's name is Margaret Haskins Durber, she was the poet laureate of Lake Wobegon, and no, she hasn't died, she just stopped writing good poems and started writing the other kind."
You may know that Garrison Keillor compiled a book called Good Poems, and whenever I see the cover of that book (which Patrick owns), I think "wouldn't it be amusing if he wrote a book called Bad Poems? I wonder what kind of poems he'd put in it. I'd certainly be glad to submit some of my own!
My rice tastes funny. Maybe I didn't rinse the basin well enough? But it tastes more like metal than like soap... *shrugs* I'm sure it won't kill me, and if it does, at least I won't have to write my linguistics paper.
Oh, about that bookmark? I realized that I can't really start "keeping up" right now, since my f-list is currently in flux, so either I'll start reading from then once my f-list is stable, or I'll just make a new bookmark then.
じゃあ、勉強しましょう。
"At one point, she married a man she barely knew, and left him before the wedding night was over because she couldn't stand the pink bedspread."
Wow.
Also, a "Pretty Good Joke":
Three souls appeared before St. Peter at the pearly gates. St. Peter asked the first one, "What was your last annual salary?" The soul replied, "$200,000; I was a trial lawyer." St. Peter asked the second one the same question. The soul answered, "$95,000; I was a realtor." St. Peter then asked the third soul the same question. The answer was "$8,000." St. Peter immediately said, "Cool! What instrument did you play?"
In response to a question written to Mr. Keillor:
"Marilyn, the poet's name is Margaret Haskins Durber, she was the poet laureate of Lake Wobegon, and no, she hasn't died, she just stopped writing good poems and started writing the other kind."
You may know that Garrison Keillor compiled a book called Good Poems, and whenever I see the cover of that book (which Patrick owns), I think "wouldn't it be amusing if he wrote a book called Bad Poems? I wonder what kind of poems he'd put in it. I'd certainly be glad to submit some of my own!
My rice tastes funny. Maybe I didn't rinse the basin well enough? But it tastes more like metal than like soap... *shrugs* I'm sure it won't kill me, and if it does, at least I won't have to write my linguistics paper.
Oh, about that bookmark? I realized that I can't really start "keeping up" right now, since my f-list is currently in flux, so either I'll start reading from then once my f-list is stable, or I'll just make a new bookmark then.
じゃあ、勉強しましょう。
