I want to move here and live in the hills and have chickens and goats and never type another key stroke again. I want to write, I want to run mercilessly, I want to get lost. I want to detach, to be forgotten for a while and to understand man's place in the forest and field and sky and sea.
Only the Davsters can come. And maybe my piano. And Shakespeare. BUT THAT'S IT.
See, I knew I was still half asleep when I first looked at this -- I thought the lights at the bottom were supposed to be fire, and it just seemed like an awfully cruel piece to be outside the printer's parking lot (think less dancing/more falling into a fiery abyss)
It's only the best holiday of the year. Which means I pine for home more than usual this time of year. There's nothing better than surrounding yourself with people you love to remind you that (sometimes) home is portable, and is wherever your heart happens to be at a moment in time.
We had to settle for chicken instead of turkey, but it was the best looking/tasting roast chicken I have ever had. And I'm thankful for that.
pee ess, ignore the hangers on the table in the first photo... I suppose we weren't quite finished setting (or clearing, in that case).
I'm trying to finish On The Road again quickly before going to see the film (thanks sister!). Unfortunately, I think I died a bit inside when I found out Kristen whats-her-face is playing Marylou. Epic. Fail.
I was counting on not getting excited over this. I was counting on staying aloof, feeling deliciously superior as I clung to my 1998 Liam Neeson masterpiece while everyone else foolishly fell at the vain feet of Hugh Jackman and Anne Hathaway.
But then... well, just watch.
Damn you Jackman and your endearing nobility. And damn you Hathaway with your stunning fragility. Now I'm excited. Jackasses.
That's right, that is a herd of deer right beside a herd of people. Is it called a herd of people? A gaggle? A crowd of people, I suppose, is sufficient. But it's far less enchanting than calling it, say, a murder of people (like a murder of crows... although, 'murder of people' is somewhat confusing, I know).