Good morning/good evening/ good night! It’s Sunday in my neck of the world and I hope you’re having a pleasant day, if not I’ll do a rain dance (or a sun dance – whatever works) to get things going. This morning when I clicked on to Yahoo! Bindi Irwin was trending so I said why not check her out. What followed were some tears, my friends. Oh no, she’s fine and all grown up at 14. It was her dad I was crying over, Steve Irwin. It was in 2006 when the world was shocked as the news came of his sudden death from the barb of a sting ray. It was a sad sad day. He was such an awesome human being. I grew up watching that show and I loved that man and his passion for life, especially wildlife. read more »
My body is my temple
it a beautiful thing
i worship and nurture it
looking after its needs
with good food and liquid
i look good in my clothes
but great in my bikini
the sun helps my
soft delicate skin
men admire me
women are envious
with a little tender care
they to could look
as good as i do
please take a look
at my photo below
and let me know
don’t be vindictive
i know you will be
a little bit jealous
i can’t help looking
as good as i do
Really, it’s been 13 years since BMW ended. When it was on Disney it was the re-runs I used to look at, and admittedly I was like six years old then. This show actually stuck with me, though I didn’t remember everything, and there’s not many that do. So Yahoo! had an article on the cast reunion, this being the 20th Anniversary of BMW, and there was the last few minuted of the last ever episode.
“We did that last scene in one take because we were all just wrecked,” Rider Strong (Shawn Hunter) revealed. “It was our last scene in front of an audience. It was so close to home that there was no filter between Shawn and Rider at that point. It was the same person freaking out.”
“It was almost like saying goodbye to our childhood,” Ben Savage (Cory Matthews) said. “It’s hard for me to even watch that scene. That was kind of like the end of our childhood. It wasn’t just the end of our show. For us personally, it really meant a lot.”
They’d warned to keep a tissue in hand, too bad I ignored it. read more »
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Okay, so I know we don’t usually do creative writing – in the form of shot stories – around here but it’s good be eclectic. Today’s piece is probably the briefest one so far and designed in mind to make you smile, or so I hope
Little Johnathon Rhodes was a dying slow death in the painfully long line to the Ferris Wheel right beside his mum. There was a smelly old man behind them who looked like he crawled out of Mr. Humphrey’s dumpster. Not a comforting thought in these troubling times. He tugged at his mum’s skirt in panic. He was going to explode. Any. Minute. Now.
She turned around and peered down. Frustration etched in her wrinkles, tired white flags of a battle lost. “What is it?”
He could not speak. If he did the dam would break. Shifting uneasily from right to left, he held up a small fist, a lonely pinky stood out, quivering in the night.
I have recently discovered an artist with whom I have become utterly obsessed, and given my recent burst of being bothered about blogging (huzzah alliteration!), I thought it was only right to share this extraordinary man, and his extraordinary talent, with you. Srsly, ppl. Prepare yourselves.
Willard Wigan, born in 1957, is an English sculptor from Birmingham who has a very unique talent, specialising in the intricate art of microsculpture.
This is the song currently on repeat in my head for the past week, and you have to admit it has good beats. Thomas Anders (the one with the glorious hair) and Dieter Bohlen made up the German synthpop duo, Modern Talking and from what I’ve read they gained wide popularity in, of course, the mid ’80s. After a split in 1987 they got back together in 1988 and performed together until their last concert in 2003.
I took the song quite literally, two brothers are in for one girl and brother Louie here is being given more than a sharp slap on the back, Get lost Louie, this is my girl. They could have been friends, were they good friends, best friends? Peter Parker, Harry Osborne and Mary Jane, anyone? read more »
About three months ago we took my aunt, who was visiting from the States, to the beach and the shell in my palm was one of the surviving ones on the way back home. It was ironic however that this one was still intact because as it happened we found this under my grandmother, as she was sitting right on top of it! read more »
Hola! I’ve been thinking about how much I wanted blogging commitment and decided on committing Sundays to oldies music, be it rock, pop, jazz or country. So today I christen this new project with Frank Sinatra’s The Way You Look Tonight.
Ah, the good ol’ days, and what am I? Sixty? Heh. It’s good music if you ask me, majority of my Sundays are spent strolling around this part of YouTube. To be honest if I were to blog about music every day of the week 6 out of 7 days would be oldies and I’m hardly up to date on what’s hot today unless it’s a one hit wonder or Taylor Swift. No, I can’t remember her last album that clearly either.
It’s not that I don’t appreciate this modern form of noise, I find that more often than not it lacks the quality I see in the past. Music before it had … this wholesomeness, and I mean this generally because there have been and will always be to be flips and flops. As I was saying, to accompany the wholesome goodness read more »