I just discovered a blog that informed me that I did indeed have the means to donate to charities, as I had the resources to view this particular web-journal. WELL clearly someone has a much to stalker-like eye on my financial affairs! It is very unnerving to think of a bank-account peeping tom! Obviously however an inept one.
Lets review the facts logically shall we?
Would anyone like a cup of tea?
Biscuit?
Patē?
Brilliant.
(No one can say I am not the hostess with the mostest.)
Firstly I certainly did view the afore mentioned blog, this is fact.
Secondly it did state without so much as a inch of room to turn over and tie up a shoe, that I had the resources available to make a donation.
Thirdly I clearly do not. Well not if I wish to attend university, and become the next Marina Prior, as opposed to a Garbage Man (though I hear they have incredibly high salaries who would have guessed) or a mail room attendant. I knew a mail room attendant, and he is perhaps the most depressed tormented man on earth, with a large penchant for drinking far to much coca-cola and as nice as he is, I do not wish to become him. Or a mini-him, or a mini him-her...suffice to say it is not my aim in life.
Thus the blogger with the sweeping generalizations bites the dust and once again I prove that it is as fact as I suspected. Theatre persons are the highest intellectual beings on earth and the next level of natural selection.
Saturday, 9 December 2006
When I Was Just A Wee Lass....
Do not my dear readers be fooled by the title - remember looks can be deceiving! Dare to believe it! For example, if I were to dress up as a large canine I would not actually be a person with questionable intellectual capacity! I would just be me - albeit dressed as Fido. Or whatever embarrassing name you forced upon your dog.
HOWEVER this blog does not actually have anything to do with sentimental recollection of "the golden oldies" or how when I was a child dishwashers were not yet a part of general every day life. This blog despite ALL deceiving appearances has NOTHING WHATSOEVER to do with anything of that nature! THIS IS NOT ACTUALLY THAT BLOG!
Now onto the pressing concern at hand. I recently was made aware of a very very distressing fact. An EXTREMELY gut-wrenching piece of knowledge which has shook the very core of my existence.
IMAX is no longer showing Polar Express as a special Christmas feature.
I know.
It's almost as bad as the day I believed Steve of Blues Clues had passed away. (Luckily this fact was later proved to be erroneous, as explaining why I felt it necessary to adorn my school uniform with a black armband was becoming tedious.)
Where am I going to get my happy holiday fuzzies without the misguided adventures of the "Christmas doubters" and Tom Hanks in animated form? Why did they leave me all alone here in the dark, without so much as a candle to light my way? Maybe I should locate a light switch? Is there a light switch? Do I look better in the dark? Maybe the dark isn't so bad...hmmm...what I need is a mirror. Oh. Its dark.
I had an audition today. It was sadly non-nerve raising. I have lost the thrill of fear singing in front of strangers used to afford me. Now I just sing. Thank goodness I still love to sing, or I may have had to retire from the stage, and that would leave me with no other outlet for my theatricality but this blog, and then it would be even crazier and disjointed, and the comma would be more extensively maligned.
HOWEVER this blog does not actually have anything to do with sentimental recollection of "the golden oldies" or how when I was a child dishwashers were not yet a part of general every day life. This blog despite ALL deceiving appearances has NOTHING WHATSOEVER to do with anything of that nature! THIS IS NOT ACTUALLY THAT BLOG!
Now onto the pressing concern at hand. I recently was made aware of a very very distressing fact. An EXTREMELY gut-wrenching piece of knowledge which has shook the very core of my existence.
IMAX is no longer showing Polar Express as a special Christmas feature.
I know.
It's almost as bad as the day I believed Steve of Blues Clues had passed away. (Luckily this fact was later proved to be erroneous, as explaining why I felt it necessary to adorn my school uniform with a black armband was becoming tedious.)
Where am I going to get my happy holiday fuzzies without the misguided adventures of the "Christmas doubters" and Tom Hanks in animated form? Why did they leave me all alone here in the dark, without so much as a candle to light my way? Maybe I should locate a light switch? Is there a light switch? Do I look better in the dark? Maybe the dark isn't so bad...hmmm...what I need is a mirror. Oh. Its dark.
I had an audition today. It was sadly non-nerve raising. I have lost the thrill of fear singing in front of strangers used to afford me. Now I just sing. Thank goodness I still love to sing, or I may have had to retire from the stage, and that would leave me with no other outlet for my theatricality but this blog, and then it would be even crazier and disjointed, and the comma would be more extensively maligned.
Saturday, 2 December 2006
Three Weddings and a Funeral.
"When Marisa-Clare [names may have been changed to protect the identity of aforementioned's thought process] was asked
"Would you say you are a rational thinker?" Her reply was thus:
"No."
Without being prompted again, just to make sure I understood, I received a secondary answer:
"No."
I wasn't expecting this so for the sake of all that is good, I edited her reply. Her new reply reads thus:
"Yes." "
So read the first entry of the thinking thinkers website, to which I offered my services later as co-author. Sadly the days of my collaboration with this blog ended abruptly a while ago, and so I foray into the world of public Internet broadcasting alone, frightened and unarmed. I will endeavour to do my best to imbue the spirit of the original into Muffins and Mayhem, and considering that my answer to the above would be no different this year, I hope for reasonable success. Remember Dearest Reader; one mans craziness is anothers rationality.
"Would you say you are a rational thinker?" Her reply was thus:
"No."
Without being prompted again, just to make sure I understood, I received a secondary answer:
"No."
I wasn't expecting this so for the sake of all that is good, I edited her reply. Her new reply reads thus:
"Yes." "
So read the first entry of the thinking thinkers website, to which I offered my services later as co-author. Sadly the days of my collaboration with this blog ended abruptly a while ago, and so I foray into the world of public Internet broadcasting alone, frightened and unarmed. I will endeavour to do my best to imbue the spirit of the original into Muffins and Mayhem, and considering that my answer to the above would be no different this year, I hope for reasonable success. Remember Dearest Reader; one mans craziness is anothers rationality.
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