PANTOMIMES

 

One of my all-time fave movies is True Romance, which was written by Quentin Tarantino. Christopher Walken plays the role of Vincenzo Coccotti, who says the following to Dennis Hopper in one of my most fave scenes of all time:

 

Sicilians are great liars. The best in the world. I’m Sicilian. My father was the world heavy-weight champion of Sicilian liars. From growing up with him I learned the pantomime. There are seventeen different things a guy can do when he lies to give himself away. A guy’s got seventeen pantomimes. A woman’s got twenty, but a guy’s got seventeen… but, if you know them, like you know your own face, they beat lie detectors all to hell. Now, what we got here is a little game of show and tell. You don’t wanna show me nothin’, but you’re tellin me everything. I know you know where they are, so tell me before I do some damage you won’t walk away from.

 

Now you can take that with a grain of salt & straight from the horse’s mouth!

 

 

 

HORSING & SLEEPING AROUND WILL GET YOU EVERY TIME…

what goes around comes around 

 

PANTOMIMES

 

One of my all-time fave movies is True Romance, which was written by Quentin Tarantino. Christopher Walken plays the role of Vincenzo Coccotti, who says the following to Dennis Hopper in one of my most fave scenes of all time:

 

Sicilians are great liars. The best in the world. I’m Sicilian. My father was the world heavy-weight champion of Sicilian liars. From growing up with him I learned the pantomime. There are seventeen different things a guy can do when he lies to give himself away. A guy’s got seventeen pantomimes. A woman’s got twenty, but a guy’s got seventeen… but, if you know them, like you know your own face, they beat lie detectors all to hell. Now, what we got here is a little game of show and tell. You don’t wanna show me nothin’, but you’re tellin me everything. I know you know where they are, so tell me before I do some damage you won’t walk away from.

 

Now you can take that with a grain of salt & straight from the horse’s mouth!

 

 

 

HORSING & SLEEPING AROUND WILL GET YOU EVERY TIME…

what goes around comes around 

 

PANTOMIMES

 

One of my all-time fave movies is True Romance, which was written by Quentin Tarantino. Christopher Walken plays the role of Vincenzo Coccotti, who says the following to Dennis Hopper in one of my most fave scenes of all time:

 

Sicilians are great liars. The best in the world. I’m Sicilian. My father was the world heavy-weight champion of Sicilian liars. From growing up with him I learned the pantomime. There are seventeen different things a guy can do when he lies to give himself away. A guy’s got seventeen pantomimes. A woman’s got twenty, but a guy’s got seventeen… but, if you know them, like you know your own face, they beat lie detectors all to hell. Now, what we got here is a little game of show and tell. You don’t wanna show me nothin’, but you’re tellin me everything. I know you know where they are, so tell me before I do some damage you won’t walk away from.

 

Now you can take that with a grain of salt & straight from the horse’s mouth!

 

 

 

HORSING & SLEEPING AROUND WILL GET YOU EVERY TIME…

what goes around comes around 

 

on hanging by the seat of your pants

 

  MY HEART BLEEDS ~ I’m seeing RED!!!!!!!

Ms FurSherlock wasn’t joshin ya when she said she found the needle in the haystack!

 It’s so very elementary, my dear Watson

 The liar is a person who uses the valid designations, the words, in order to make something which is unreal appear to be real. He says, for example, "I am rich," when the proper designation for his condition would be "poor." He misuses fixed conventions by means of arbitrary substitutions or even reversals of names. If he does this in a selfish and moreover harmful manner, society will cease to trust him and will thereby exclude him. What men avoid by excluding the liar is not so much being defrauded as it is being harmed by means of fraud. Thus, even at this stage, what they hate is basically not deception itself, but rather the unpleasant, hated consequences of certain sorts of deception. It is in a similarly restricted sense that man now wants nothing but truth: he desires the pleasant, life-preserving consequences of truth. He is indifferent toward pure knowledge which has no consequences; toward those truths which are possibly

harmful and destructive he is even hostilely inclined... (Friedrich Nietzsche)

  all from a spread of lies. 

You don’t have to be an Einstein to figure ‘that one’ out, sheesh!

 Yooz creep me out, CREEPS

on hanging by the seat of your pants

 

  MY HEART BLEEDS ~ I’m seeing RED!!!!!!!

Ms FurSherlock wasn’t joshin ya when she said she found the needle in the haystack!

 It’s so very elementary, my dear Watson

 The liar is a person who uses the valid designations, the words, in order to make something which is unreal appear to be real. He says, for example, "I am rich," when the proper designation for his condition would be "poor." He misuses fixed conventions by means of arbitrary substitutions or even reversals of names. If he does this in a selfish and moreover harmful manner, society will cease to trust him and will thereby exclude him. What men avoid by excluding the liar is not so much being defrauded as it is being harmed by means of fraud. Thus, even at this stage, what they hate is basically not deception itself, but rather the unpleasant, hated consequences of certain sorts of deception. It is in a similarly restricted sense that man now wants nothing but truth: he desires the pleasant, life-preserving consequences of truth. He is indifferent toward pure knowledge which has no consequences; toward those truths which are possibly

harmful and destructive he is even hostilely inclined... (Friedrich Nietzsche)

  all from a spread of lies. 

You don’t have to be an Einstein to figure ‘that one’ out, sheesh!

 Yooz creep me out, CREEPS

on hanging by the seat of your pants

 

  MY HEART BLEEDS ~ I’m seeing RED!!!!!!!

Ms FurSherlock wasn’t joshin ya when she said she found the needle in the haystack!

 It’s so very elementary, my dear Watson

 The liar is a person who uses the valid designations, the words, in order to make something which is unreal appear to be real. He says, for example, "I am rich," when the proper designation for his condition would be "poor." He misuses fixed conventions by means of arbitrary substitutions or even reversals of names. If he does this in a selfish and moreover harmful manner, society will cease to trust him and will thereby exclude him. What men avoid by excluding the liar is not so much being defrauded as it is being harmed by means of fraud. Thus, even at this stage, what they hate is basically not deception itself, but rather the unpleasant, hated consequences of certain sorts of deception. It is in a similarly restricted sense that man now wants nothing but truth: he desires the pleasant, life-preserving consequences of truth. He is indifferent toward pure knowledge which has no consequences; toward those truths which are possibly

harmful and destructive he is even hostilely inclined... (Friedrich Nietzsche)

  all from a spread of lies. 

You don’t have to be an Einstein to figure ‘that one’ out, sheesh!

 Yooz creep me out, CREEPS

on the lump of coal

 

eez fine contribution to Xmas 2009:

 

 Guess what Li’l ë just found in her cupboard?

A bagga charcoal!

 

The holiday season is a time for storytelling, and whether you are hearing the story of a candelabra staying lit for more than a week, or a baby born in a barn without proper medical supervision, these stories often feature miracles. Thus begins The Lump of Coal, a fairly new book by Lemony Snicket, illustrated by Brett Helquist.

 

The story begins with a lump of coal, who for the sake of argument could think, talk, and move itself around. Like many people who dress in black, the lump of coal was interested in becoming an artist.

Above illustration LUMP OF COAL, Frustrated Artist © Brett Helquist

 

 

 Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth!

on the lump of coal

 

eez fine contribution to Xmas 2009:

 

 Guess what Li’l ë just found in her cupboard?

A bagga charcoal!

 

The holiday season is a time for storytelling, and whether you are hearing the story of a candelabra staying lit for more than a week, or a baby born in a barn without proper medical supervision, these stories often feature miracles. Thus begins The Lump of Coal, a fairly new book by Lemony Snicket, illustrated by Brett Helquist.

 

The story begins with a lump of coal, who for the sake of argument could think, talk, and move itself around. Like many people who dress in black, the lump of coal was interested in becoming an artist.

Above illustration LUMP OF COAL, Frustrated Artist © Brett Helquist

 

 

 Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth!

on the lump of coal

 

eez fine contribution to Xmas 2009:

 

 Guess what Li’l ë just found in her cupboard?

A bagga charcoal!

 

The holiday season is a time for storytelling, and whether you are hearing the story of a candelabra staying lit for more than a week, or a baby born in a barn without proper medical supervision, these stories often feature miracles. Thus begins The Lump of Coal, a fairly new book by Lemony Snicket, illustrated by Brett Helquist.

 

The story begins with a lump of coal, who for the sake of argument could think, talk, and move itself around. Like many people who dress in black, the lump of coal was interested in becoming an artist.

Above illustration LUMP OF COAL, Frustrated Artist © Brett Helquist

 

 

 Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth!

I’m doing this while I can!

 

One day, a woman’s husband died, and on that clear, cold morning, in the warmth of their bedroom, the wife was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn’t "anymore".

 

No more hugs, no more special moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat, no more "just one minute".

Sometimes, what we care about the most gets all used up and goes away, never to return before we can say good-bye, say

 

"I love you."

So while we have it, it’s best we love it, care for it, fix it when
it’s broken and heal it when it’s sick. This is true for all relationships …..
And old cars .. And children with bad report cards, and dogs with bad hips, and aging parents and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because
we are worth it.

 

Some things we keep – like a best friend who moved away or a sister-in-law after divorce. There are just some things that make us happy, no matter what.

Life is important, like people we know who are special.. And so, we keep them close!

I received this from someone who thought I was a ‘keeper’! Then I sent it to the people I think of in the same way… Now it’s your turn to send this to all those people who are "keepers" in your life, including the
person who sent it, if you feel that way.  Suppose one morning you never wake
up, do all your friends know you love them?

I was thinking…I could die today, tomorrow or next week, and I wondered if I had any wounds needing to be healed, friendships that needed rekindling or three words needing to be said.

Let every one of your friends know you love them. Even if you think they don’t love you back, you would be amazed at what those three little words and a smile can do.  

 

And just in case I’m gone tomorrow……… I LOVE YA!!!

Live today to the fullest because tomorrow is not promised…

 

eez KEEPERZ

Thanks again, Bonnie