the people of Troy might have done well to look a gift horse in the mouth.

I’m having a rather upsetting time. in between busyness and feeding people I have been keeping myself distracted by reading RedDwarf episode quotes. I think this one illustrates my situation brilliantly:

“Our deepest fear is going space crazy through loneliness. The only thing that helps me keep my slender grip on reality is the friendship I have with my collection of singing potatoes.”

keep passing the open windows…

you reminded me of when the boy was this age (2) and tried to cut the cat’s head off with my sewing scissors…I disarmed him and flipped out making all kinds of squeeky high pitched noises. I took him to the shop to hang out with my boss. he took her aside, his eyes wide, and said in a loud whisper, “Robbie, DON’T CUT THE CAT, bad bad!”
–me

he’s currently in Norway and it’s not going so well. :/

“oxygen is for losers!”

to have Mr. Rogers. I am so grateful that he existed in my life. Mr. Rogers is probably the best argument I can see for the existence of a higher power.

I hope PBS changes its decision to pull MRN’s weekly syndication. but I guess it couldn’t go on forever.

Leonard Cohen, but Madeleine Peyroux does a fantastic cover:

“Dance Me To The End Of Love”

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic ’til I’m gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We’re both of us beneath our love, we’re both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I’m gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Felicia Day

currently salivating over:

he poached the eggs and I made the hollandaise

this cooking thing might be okay! maybe I’ll try Tom’s (formerly Tom Saristo?) raspberry lemon cream next…