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Windmills Tilted, Scared Cows Butchered, Lies Skewered on the Lance of Reality ... or something to that effect.
Windmills Tilted, Scared Cows Butchered, Lies Skewered on the Lance of Reality ... or something to that effect.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Say it ain't so.
Just when you'd think all the nausea from the "Brady Bunch" had gone away you find out that Marsha was 'doing' Jan.
I don't know about you but I didn't need to know about that - personally don't care how they got their teenage jollies, just didn't need to know that.
But I guess Maureen (aka Marsha) needs to promote her new book somehow.
Tis Faire Tyme
It is RenFaire time again. Opening cannon is this next Saturday at 10AM. Now is the time all the hard work and long hours pay off.
Seven weekends of people trying to speak with enough of an English accent to pass for bad actors.
That is why I speak with my own Scots accent (O.K. so I do 'thicken' the Brogue a wee bit for the masses - too many preachers around here to bother conjugating Thee and Thou correctly anyway ... I can and could, but why bother?!).
Com' th' morn o'th' dae me bea see'n ye tae faire an' saf' hom' agin'. Till me see ye anon, hale an' farewell.
Seven weekends of people trying to speak with enough of an English accent to pass for bad actors.
That is why I speak with my own Scots accent (O.K. so I do 'thicken' the Brogue a wee bit for the masses - too many preachers around here to bother conjugating Thee and Thou correctly anyway ... I can and could, but why bother?!).
Com' th' morn o'th' dae me bea see'n ye tae faire an' saf' hom' agin'. Till me see ye anon, hale an' farewell.
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