Oh well, it didn't work. Maybe this time.
I have finally caught up (more or less) with the last several days, and here is what I have to say on what I have missed:
RE: Hotels
I had my Bachelorette Party at the Hotel Edison, and the fact that we received not one single call from the front desk to shut the hell up should tell you something. It was the perfect place -- not too seedy, but seedy enough to look the other way from girls making several trips up the elevator with bags of liquor and...er...party favors, not to mention hot black strippers.
RE: Detectives
Sherlock Holmes, with whom I spent many a long, cozy night on the floor by the wood stove when I was a young 'un. Consider the immortal words:
"Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent."
On hope:
"There's an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast. But it's God's own wind none the less and a cleaner, better stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared."
On the existence of a higher power:
"Our highest assurance of the goodness of providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers, our desires, our food, are really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its color are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers."
On men:
"Evil indeed is the man who has not one woman to mourn him."
On women:
"And yet the motives of women are so inscrutable . . . Their most trivial action may mean volumes, or their most extraordinary conduct may depend upon a hairpin or a curling-tongs."
RE: Debbie Gravitte
Although I am sure I would like her in person, I cannot stand to hear her sing. I find her voice grating for some reason. But I love to listen to Patti Lu. Go figure.
RE: From Justin to Kelly
I freely admit that I saw this trifle of teen trash, and although I was entertained by it, I would NEVER recommend it to anyone, ever. But I'm glad I saw it. Swishy, I agree with you -- too much damn riffing. That's why I can no longer bring myself to support Clay Aiken. After he butchered poor "Vincent"... shudder.
