Monthly Archives: August 2012




‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
      The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
      Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
      And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
      And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
      He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
      Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
      He chortled in his joy.

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.
Source: The Random House Book of Poetry for Children (1983)
I felt like just posting a silly poem today.  I hope you enjoyed it.

From Wikipedia:

Jabberwocky” is a nonsense verse poem written by Lewis Carroll in his 1871 novelThrough the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There, a sequel to Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. The book tells of Alice‘s adventures within the back-to-front worldof a looking glass.

In a scene in which she is in conversation with the chess pieces White King andWhite Queen, Alice finds a book written in a seemingly unintelligible language. Realising that she is travelling through an inverted world, she recognises that the verse on the pages are written in mirror-writing. She holds a mirror to one of the poems, and reads the reflected verse of “Jabberwocky”. She finds the nonsense verse as puzzling as the odd land she has walked into, later revealed as a dreamscape.

“Jabberwocky” is considered one of the greatest nonsense poems written in English. Its playful, whimsical language has given us nonsense words and neologisms such as “galumphing” and “chortle”.

Click “more” below for some possible explanations of the words of the poem.

Possible interpretations of words

  • Bandersnatch: A swift moving creature with snapping jaws, capable of extending its neck. A ‘bander’ was also an archaic word for a ‘leader’, suggesting that a ‘bandersnatch’ might be an animal that hunts the leader of a group.
  • Beamish: Radiantly beaming, happy, cheerful. Although Carroll may have believed he had coined this word, it is cited in the Oxford English Dictionary in 1530.
  • Borogove: Following the poem Humpty Dumpty says, ” ‘borogove’ is a thin shabby-looking bird with its feathers sticking out all round, something like a live mop.” In explanatory book notes Carroll describes it further as “an extinct kind of Parrot. They had no wings, beaks turned up, made their nests under sun-dials and lived on veal.” In Hunting of the Snark, Carroll says that the initial syllable ofborogove is pronounced as in borrow rather than as in worry.
  • Brillig: Following the poem, the character of Humpty Dumpty comments: ” ‘Brillig’ means four o’clock in the afternoon, the time when you begin broiling things for dinner.” According to Mischmasch, it is derived from the verb to bryl or broil.
  • Burbled: In a letter of December 1877, Carroll notes that “burble” could be a mixture of the three verbs ‘bleat’, ‘murmer’, and ‘warble’, although he didn’t remember creating it.
  • Chortled: “Combination of ‘chuckle’ and ‘snort’.” (OED)
  • Frumious: Combination of “fuming” and “furious”. In Hunting of the Snark Carroll comments, “[T]ake the two words ‘fuming’ and ‘furious’. Make up your mind that you will say both words, but leave it unsettled which you will say first. Now open your mouth and speak. If your thoughts incline ever so little towards ‘fuming’, you will say ‘fuming-furious’; if they turn, by even a hair’s breadth, towards ‘furious’, you will say ‘furious-fuming’; but if you have the rarest of gifts, a perfectly balanced mind, you will say ‘frumious’.”
  • Galumphing: Perhaps used in the poem a blend of ‘gallop’ and ‘triumphant’. Used later by Kipling, and cited by Webster as “To move with a clumsy and heavy tread”
  • Gimble:”To make holes as does a gimlet.”
  • Gyre: “To ‘gyre’ is to go round and round like a gyroscope.” Gyre is entered in the OED from 1420, meaning a circular or spiral motion or form; especially a giant circular oceanic surface current. However, Carroll also wrote in Mischmasch that it meant to scratch like a dog. The g is pronounced like the /g/ in gold, not like gem.
  • Jabberwocky: When a class in the Girls’ Latin School in Boston asked Carroll’s permission to name their school magazine The Jabberwock, he replied: “The Anglo-Saxon word ‘wocer’ or ‘wocor’ signifies ‘offspring’ or ‘fruit’. Taking ‘jabber’ in its ordinary acceptation of ‘excited and voluble discussion,'”
  • Jubjub bird: ‘A desperate bird that lives in perpetual passion’, according to the Butcher in Carroll’s later poem The Hunting of the Snark. ‘Jub’ is an ancient word for a jerkin or a dialect word for the trot of a horse (OED). It might make reference to the call of the bird resembling the sound “jub, jub”.
  • Manxome: Possibly ‘fearsome’; A portmanteau of “manly” and “buxom”, the latter relating to men for most of its history; or relating toManx people.
  • Mimsy: ” ‘Mimsy’ is ‘flimsy and miserable’ “.
  • Mome rath: Humpty Dumpty says following the poem: “A ‘rath’ is a sort of green pig: but ‘mome” I’m not certain about. I think it’s short for ‘from home’, meaning that they’d lost their way”. Carroll’s notes for the original in Mischmasch state: “a species of Badger [which] had smooth white hair, long hind legs, and short horns like a stag [and] lived chiefly on cheese” Explanatory book notes comment that ‘Mome’ means to seem ‘grave’ and a ‘Rath’: is “a species of land turtle. Head erect, mouth like a shark, the front forelegs curved out so that the animal walked on its knees, smooth green body, lived on swallows and oysters.” In the 1951 animated film adaptation of the book’s prequel, the mome raths are depicted as small, multi-colored creatures with tufty hair, round eyes, and long legs resembling pipe stems.
  • Outgrabe: Humpty says ” ‘outgribing’ is something between bellowing and whistling, with a kind of sneeze in the middle”. Carroll’s book appendices suggest it is the past tense of the verb to ‘outgribe’, connected with the old verb to ‘grike’ or ‘shrike’, which derived ‘shriek’ and ‘creak’ and hence ‘squeak’.
  • Slithy: Humpty Dumpty says: ” ‘Slithy’ means ‘lithe and slimy’. ‘Lithe’ is the same as ‘active’. You see it’s like a portmanteau, there are two meanings packed up into one word.” The original in MischMaschnotes that ‘slithy’ means “smooth and active” The i is long, as inwrithe.
  • Tove: Humpty Dumpty says ” ‘Toves’ are something like badgers, they’re something like lizards, and they’re something like corkscrews. […] Also they make their nests under sun-dials, also they live on cheese.” Pronounced so as to rhyme with groves. They “gyre and gimble,” i.e. rotate and bore.
  • Tulgey: Carroll himself said he could give no source for Tulgey. Could be taken to mean thick, dense, dark.
  • Uffish: Carroll noted “It seemed to suggest a state of mind when the voice is gruffish, the manner roughish, and the temper huffish”.
  • Vorpal: Carroll said he could not explain this word, though it has been noted that it can be formed by taking letters alternately from “verbal” and “gospel”.
  • Wabe: The characters in the poem suggest it means “The grass plot around a sundial”, called a ‘wa-be’ because it “goes a long way before it, and a long way behind it”. In the original MischMasch text, Carroll states a ‘wabe’ is “the side of a hill (from its being soaked by rain)”.

Phyllis Diller Dies at 95

Comedian Phyllis Diller dies at 95 –

Phyllis Diller, the zany housewife-turned-stand-up comic with the electrified hairdo, outlandish wardrobe and a barrage of self-deprecating jokes punctuated by her trademark laugh, has died. She was 95.

Diller, whose career in comedy clubs spanned nearly 50 years, died in her sleep Monday at her longtime home in Brentwood, said her agent, Fred Wostbrock.

As a professional comedian, Diller was a late bloomer: The Ohio native was an Alameda, Calif., mother of five when she made her nightclub debut at the Purple Onion in San Francisco in 1955 — at age 37.

Known for her adept timing and precisely structured jokes, Diller took pride in being able to deliver as many as 12 punch lines per minute.

The first laugh came easy. With her fright-wig hair and garish attire that typically included a fake-jeweled cigarette holder, gloves and ankle boots, she merely had to walk on stage.

Jack Paar once described her as looking “like someone you avoid at the supermarket.” Bob Hope called her “a Warhol mobile of spare parts picked up along a freeway.”

But Diller was always the first to address her colorfully eccentric stage persona, describing herself as “The Elizabeth Taylor of’The Twilight Zone'” and a woman who once worked “as a lampshade in a whorehouse.”

During her long career, she was in more than two dozen movies, including three with Hope, with whom she also appeared on numerous TV specials and traveled with to Vietnam to entertain U.S. troops.

She also was the host of a 1964 TV talent show called “Show Street,” starred as the widowed matriarch of a financially strapped society family in the 1966-67 situation comedy “The Pruitts of Southampton” (renamed “The Phyllis Diller Show” midway through the season), and starred in the short-lived 1968 comedy-variety series “The Beautiful Phyllis Diller Show.”

But the outlandish Diller always shined best in nightclubs, showrooms and concert halls, where one of her favorite targets was her domestic life, including her fictional husband “Fang.”

“I don’t like to cook; I can make a TV dinner taste like radio,” she’d say. “Fang’s idea of a seven-course dinner is a six-pack and a bologna sandwich. The last time I said let’s eat out, we ate in the garage.”

“I put on a peekaboo blouse. He took a peek and booed.”

Then she’d launch one of her patented guffaws: “Ah-HAA-haa-haa!”

In his book “Seriously Funny: The Rebel Comedians of the 1950s and 1960s,” author Gerald Nachman writes: “Diller wasn’t the first woman stand-up comedian, but she was the first to make it respectable, to drag female comedy out of the gay bars, backrooms and low-rent resorts and go toe-to-toe with her male counterparts in prime clubs.”

Born Phyllis Driver in Lima, Ohio, on July 17, 1917, Diller made people laugh at an early age.

“When I realized I looked like Olive Oyl and wanted to look like Jean Harlow, I knew something had to be done,” she once said. “From 12 on, the only way to handle the terror of social situations was comedy — break the ice, make everybody laugh. I did it to make people feel more relaxed, including myself.”

Young Conservatives for the Freedom to Marry

I personally do not consider myself a conservative, but neither do I consider myself a liberal.  I am that seemingly rare breed known as a moderate.  I consider myself a Democrat, though I do not agree with all of their rhetoric, nor do I agree with much of the Republican rhetoric.  Most of the tim,e and increasingly more and more, I do not feel as if I fit into any political parties philosophy.  I tend to weigh the issues carefully and not follow blindly with a political ideology.

That being said, a friend and reader of my blog asked if I would publish a post about Young Conservatives for the Freedom to Marry.  He said that he was “both ashamed by the general trend of the Republican party and annoyed at the blind hatred that pro-Equality people seem to have for the GOP.” Like many gay, and an increasing number of young, conservatives, he can’t understand how Republicans can reconcile small, non-intrusive government with policies that make life difficult for gay people, and I have to agree with him.

By American standards, freedom and family are core conservative values. Young Conservatives for the Freedom to Marry is a new campaign by Freedom to Marry to highlight and build support for the freedom to marry among young people across America who identify as conservative.

Support for the freedom to marry is accelerating at historically dramatic rates among every group in America – including conservatives. Leading the way for conservatives are young conservatives, who believe all Americans should be able to share in the freedom to marry.

Jan van Lohuizen Memo making recommendations on supporting same sex marriage:

“People who believe in equality under the law as a fundamental principle, as I do, will agree that this principle extends to gay and lesbian couples; gay and lesbian couples should not face discrimination and their relationship should be protected under the law. People who disagree on the fundamental nature of marriage can agree, at the same time, that gays and lesbians should receive essential rights and protections such as hospital visitation, adoption rights, and health and death benefits.”  

Public Religion Research Institute Survey “Generations at Odds: The Millennial Generation and the Future of Gay and Lesbian Rights”

Nearly half (49%) of Republican Millennials favor allowing gay and lesbian people to marry, compared to only 19% of Republican seniors and less than one-third (31%) of all Republicans.

Gallup Poll from 2011 shows that a majority of Americans favor legal gay marriage:

70% of adults ages 18-34 believe that same sex marriage should be legal, 16% higher than in 2010

CBS News Poll from May 2012

Of all the 18- to 44-year-olds who participated in the poll, 53 percent said same-sex couples should be granted full marriage rights. 

Washington Post Poll from June 2012

Among Republicans ages 18 to 44, the numbers are far different and evolving far more quickly — opinion is currently evenly divided at 46 percent.


Matthew 25:14-30

New American Standard Bible (NASB)

Parable of the Talents

14 ” For it is just like a man about to go on a journey, who called his own slaves and entrusted his possessions to them.15 To one he gave five talents, to another, two, and to another, one, each according to his own ability; and he went on his journey. 16 Immediately the one who had received the five talents went and traded with them, and gained five more talents. 17 In the same manner the one who had received the two talents gained two more. 18 But he who received the onetalent went away, and dug a hole in the ground and hid his master’s money.19 “Now after a long time the master of those slaves *came and * settled accounts with them. 20 The one who had received the five talents came up and brought five more talents, saying, ‘Master, you entrusted five talents to me. See, I have gained five more talents.’ 21 His master said to him, ‘Well done, good and faithful slave. You were faithful with a few things, I will put you in charge of many things; enter into the joy of your master.’22 “Also the one who had received the two talents came up and said, ‘Master, you entrusted two talents to me. See, I have gained two more talents.’ 23 His master said to him, ‘Well done, good and faithful slave. You were faithful with a few things, I will put you in charge of many things; enter into the joy of your master.’24 “And the one also who had received the one talent came up and said, ‘Master, I knew you to be a hard man, reaping where you did not sow and gathering where you scattered noseed. 25 And I was afraid, and went away and hid your talent in the ground. See, you have what is yours.’26 “But his master answered and said to him, ‘You wicked, lazy slave, you knew that I reap where I did not sow and gather where I scattered no seed. 27 Then you ought to have put my money in the bank, and on my arrival I would have received my money back with interest. 28 Therefore take away the talent from him, and give it to the one who has the ten talents.’29 ” For to everyone who has, more shall be given, and he will have an abundance; but from the one who does not have, even what he does have shall be taken away. 30 Throw out the worthless slave into the outer darkness; in that place there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.

In Jesus’ day, a “talent” was a fairly large amount of money.  Of course, like all of Jesus’ parables, this one is symbolic, and it doesn’t take much imagination to guess that the “talents” in the story represent the resources God has given us – not only our talents, but our time, spiritual gifts, material possessions, and all the resources we have at our disposal.  You might say that the moral of the story is “use it or lose it.”  We’re supposed to use our gifts for the sake of the Kingdom of God.

So, for starters, you might ask yourself, “Am I using my gifts for God?”

And immediately, some of us come back with the response, “What gifts?”

Maybe you’re one of those who feel like you have nothing substantial to offer – few if any material possessions, no real talents to speak of, nothing unique to contribute.  Interestingly, this passage doesn’t try to claim that all of us are equal in that regard.  Some people do have more “talents” to offer than others.  But that’s not really the point, is it?  Even the servant with only one talent is held accountable for his actions.  His master doesn’t expect him to earn the same amount as the guy with five talents, but he does expect something.  Maybe you don’t have the resources that the person sitting next to you has, but you do have something, and that’s what you have to use – whatever you’ve got.

Now here’s where the passage gets a bit tricky.  Because I’ve heard some people say that this parable is teaching us to be “good stewards” of what we have; in other words, don’t waste what God has given you.

But if Jesus had wanted to make this parable about not wasting your resources, it would have been very easy to do so.  The guy with the one talent could have wasted it, squandering the wealth like the prodigal son.  But he didn’t.  Notice, even the “wicked, lazy servant” didn’t waste his talent; he saved it, protecting his master’s money by burying it in the ground until his return.  And yet the master was angry with him, because he wanted his servant to do something with the talent and earn more.

The point isn’t just “don’t waste your talents.”  If you’re living your life just trying to avoid sin, you’ve only gotten half of the message.  Are you expecting a reward just because you didn’t spend your talent on something for yourself?  Don’t count on it.  God demands more!  God wants you to use what He’s given you and invest it in the Kingdom.

In a sense, when you invest your talents in this world, you’re burying them in the ground.  From an eternal perspective, that kind of investment counts for nothing, and earns no spiritual wealth.  There’s nothing wrong with using your talent of persuasion, for instance, to make a living in advertising, but if that’s all you’ve done with it, you’re burying it.  That same talent could be used to help share the gospel or make a difference in the church.  Do you have financial gifts?  You could spend them to buy a more impressive car and a bigger DVD collection, or you could put them to use in your church or find other ways to make them work for the Kingdom.

The band Sixpence None the Richer took their name from a quote by C.S. Lewis:

Every faculty you have, your power of thinking or of moving your limbs from moment to moment, is given to you by God. If you devoted every moment of your whole life exclusively to His service you could not give Him anything that was not in a sense His own already. So that when we talk of a man doing anything for God or giving anything to God, I will tell you what it is really like. It is like a small child going to his father and saying, ‘Daddy, give me sixpence to buy you a birthday present.’ Of course, the father does, and he is pleased with the child’s present. It is all very nice and proper, but only an idiot would think that the father is sixpence to the good on the transaction.

Jesus’ parable makes the same point.  The talents in the question do not belong to the servants; they are the master’s, given to them for their use for a short while.

Our talents and resources are God’s.  But unlike the child in Lewis’ story, we take our sixpence and divide it up – spending some of it on ourselves, wasting some of it on sin, leaving some of it lying around unused.  After we’ve almost used it up, we find some little bit left over and we use that to buy God’s birthday present, proudly presenting Him with five minutes out of our day or a few dollars in the collection plate.  The rest of it is wasted, or at best, buried in the ground somewhere.  Even then, I think, God blesses our efforts, but that says a lot more about God’s grace than it does about our own goodness.

So what are you doing with what God has given you?  Even if it’s only sixpence, God has given you something to invest, and He’s expecting a return on that investment.  How are you using your time, your money, and your gifts?  Are you wasting them?  Are you investing them in this world?  Or are you putting them to work for the Kingdom, gaining more for God so that upon His return, you’ll hear, “Well done, good and faithful servant!”?

Moment of Zen: Summer Reading

My Recent Reading List

It’s almost a cliche at this point to say that teen fiction isn’t just for teens anymore. Just last year, the Association of American Publishers ranked Children’s/Young Adult books as the single fastest-growing publishing category and NPR just published Listener’s Picks for the 100 Best-Ever Teen Novels. The first two books on my recently read list are young adult murder mysteries by one of my all time favorite authors, Greg Herren. This genre is relatively new to Herren, but what a way to start!

Sara by Greg Herren

For Tony Martin, being a senior means being a star on the football team, classes to get through, hanging out with his friends—and dating Candy Dixon. And once he graduates, he’s getting out of Kansas and never looking back. But his best friend Glenn’s decision to come out and be openly gay at their small rural high school creates a lot of problems for the two of them. But a beautiful new student arrives at Southern Heights High—Sara. When all the kids who’ve been mean to Glenn start dying in very strange circumstances, and Glenn starts acting strangely, it’s up to Tony and Candy to get to the bottom of what’s going on in their school—before it’s too late for them.

Sleeping Angel by Greg Herren

Eric Matthews survives a near-fatal accident only to find his whole life has changed.

Eric Matthews wakes up in the hospital with no memory of how he wound up there—and soon learns that it’s vital that he remember. Apparently, he was in a car accident—and the body of classmate Sean Brody was found in his car, shot to death. But nothing makes sense to Eric. He and Sean weren’t friends. In fact, they disliked each other–Sean was gay and Eric is…well, he’s not sure of much right now! Except he is certain he didn’t shoot Sean, even though he can’t remember anything about the day of the accident.

To make matters worse, he starts having psychic flashes about the people around him: his doctor, a nurse, his mother, and other visitors.

As Eric’s memories slowly start to come back to him, he becomes more and more certain that not only is he innocent, but that the real murderer is out there….and wants to shut him up permanently.

Fair Game by Josh Lanyon

A crippling knee injury forced Elliot Mills to trade in his FBI badge for dusty chalkboards and bored college students. Now a history professor at Puget Sound university, the former agent has put his old life behind him—but it seems his old life isn’t finished with him.

A young man has gone missing from campus—and as a favor to a family friend, Elliot agrees to do a little sniffing around. His investigations bring him face-to-face with his former lover, Tucker Lance, the special agent handling the case.

Things ended badly with Tucker, and neither man is ready to back down on the fight that drove them apart. But they have to figure out a way to move beyond their past and work together as more men go missing and Elliot becomes the target in a killer’s obsessive game…

TMI Books

On Sean’s blog, Just a Jeep Guy (Jeeps are my favorite vehicle, by the way), he posted on Tuesday “TMI TUESDAY QUESTIONS: BOOKS BOOKS BOOKS.”  And I decide that because of my love of books and because my love of books in the gay genre of fiction helped me with coming to terms with my own sexuality, that I would answer his questions.  So here we go:


1. eBooks or real books? If an eBook: Kindle, Nook or other?
Though I occasionally read books on my iPad or the Kindle app on my phone, I prefer the feel and smell of reading a real book. There is just something about turning the page that I love, and I love having books around my house, even if I don’t always have a place for them.
2. Which book are  you currently reading?
Currently, I am reading Sleeping Angel by Greg Herren.  I will blog more about the recent books that I have read and am reading tomorrow.
3. How many books have you read in 2012? How has reading blogs, FB, and/or tweeting affected your book reading?
Not nearly as many as I would like to have read.  It’s been a really busy year, and though I have probably started on 3 or 4 dozen different books, I think that I have only finished maybe half a dozen.
4. What genre(s) of book do you enjoy reading?
I love reading mysteries, but more fun gay fiction is nice too.  I tend to read kind of trashy gay books filled with a fair amount of sex, LOL.  I also enjoy action adventure books like from author Steve Berry, Dan Brown, Will Adams, etc.  those books tend to have a historical feel to them that I enjoy.
5. Have you read the Kama Sutra or The Joy of Sex? Helpful?
Yes, and maybe a little.


What was the first erotic novel you read that matched your sexual orientation? 
Hmm, I’m going to have to think on that one.  It would have had to have been a book I ordered from, because our local bookstores did not carry such books.  Though I used to love the gay stories in “Penthouse Letters.” I read a fair number of gay short stories and stuff on Nifty Archives.  However, I do remember the first gay book I ever bought which was Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin. I actually got up the nerve to go in the local Barnes and Nobles and buy it.  Though not erotic by today’s standard, it was pretty damn erotic to me because I was reading about gay men for the first time.

Books, Books, Books…

Usually, my summers are spent reading.  That’s what I I’d for fun.  I,have always loved to read, and it allows your mind to wonder to a different place away from your troubles.  This summer has been a bit different though.  When school let out, I had a lot of different things to do, so there went June.  July was spent with Grandmama’s illness and death.  I love mysteries most, but they generally have at least one death, which was not something I could handle after Grandmama’s passing.  I tried to read a few books, but when I got to a sad part, all I could do was cry. I tend to get wrapped up in the lives of the characters, and I could not handle their sadness and my own at the same time.

Now that it is August and school starts back tomorrow, I have been back to reading more this month. So for the rest of the week, I will be discussing books.  I hope you enjoy the posts.

All The World’s a Stage

As You Like It, Act II, Scene VII [All the world’s a stage]

By William Shakespeare

Jaques to Duke Senior

                                  All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

Back to School

Dammit, the summer is over.  I go back to school today to get my room ready for classes to start on Wednesday.  Also, my night class begins tonight.  It’s going to be a busy day.