gotta see
Posted in uncategorized on May 30th, 2010 No Comments »
“Are you in show business?”
“I’m in the hide-and-seek business.”
“That is a game kids play.”
“But if you add some money to it, it’s for adults.”
The Missing Person
Posted in uncategorized on May 30th, 2010 No Comments »
“Are you in show business?”
“I’m in the hide-and-seek business.”
“That is a game kids play.”
“But if you add some money to it, it’s for adults.”
The Missing Person
Posted in uncategorized on Nov 17th, 2008 No Comments »
i think i’ve found the way out. i could be wrong, but i think i have the secret.
i’ve been thinking about it, puzzling over it for years…
waiting and waiting
someone told me a story once. a woman she knew was talking about the importance of training men. this woman had a date with a guy and [...]
Posted in uncategorized on Aug 11th, 2008 No Comments »
‘Sometimes people get so used to what they see in films that they end up forgetting the real story,’ says a friend, as we stand together looking out over Miami harbour. ‘Do you remember The Ten Commandments?’
Of course I do. At one point, Moses - Charlton Heston - lifts up his rod, the waters part [...]
Posted in uncategorized on Aug 31st, 2007 No Comments »
Remember when we were kids and looking for answers to a question? That eternal search for the why of things? And you’d ask An Adult, only to find that every blanking adult had a different answer to your question? Sometimes diametrically opposed answers to your question? If you were lucky, most of their answers would [...]
Posted in uncategorized on Aug 2nd, 2007 No Comments »
My cat’s on the keyboard again. I was searching for something on eBay, but now my cat’s sitting on my keyboard.
What is it about cats and computers anyway? Do they see us looking at our screens the way they look at birds and wonder what all the fuss is about since nothing on the screen [...]
Posted in uncategorized on Aug 2nd, 2007 No Comments »
The cursor is blinking at me.
Make it stop.
It only stops when it’s moving.
It’s only moving when I’m typing.
I just can’t think of anything to write.
The cursor is blinking at me.
Make it stop.
… ….
Arrrgh. Fine! I’ll write.