oh, Tom Woodard. How doth i love thee.
Tom Woodard. Princess-carrying me. Photographic evidence. God my life rocks.
So, Jack rocks my fricken world and without him and his insights on the world, i would probably go mad. megoulet for long talks. megoulet for actual communication...even thought that rarely happens and may cause a coup. but yes.
Interesting Italy Anecdote:
So, while seated in BUS FOUR on our way home from somewhere, Mary whips out a couple fans. We discuss the "Language of the Fan" as according to Mrs. Chamat. The next day, we whip out the fan again to create Flanguage, which evolved into mad impressions of those we love.
Goulet for Boss. Also, boulet for Boss. Hmm...mibs.
Interesting After-Italy Anecdote:
While finishing my "reflections" for Mr. Rohwer Major today in his office with other people, I chose to discuss my hatred of Fleaders. I made the comment that too many random idiots chose to conduct for no reason and had no idea how to, perse, count music. Which is usually integral to conducting. I.E., Anastasia Grill, is who leaps to my mind when i say this. Well, Elissa Pagel goes "She conducts because she knows how." As the rest of the room cackled with laughter, i decided to make an ass of myself spectacularly since i had a pretty good start anyway. so i said, "Waving your arm in the general direction of those singing like a wet eel does not constitute A) conducting and B) knowing what you are doing. We only need one conductor at a time. Fleaders go to Hell."
So, Jack rocks my fricken world and without him and his insights on the world, i would probably go mad. megoulet for long talks. megoulet for actual communication...even thought that rarely happens and may cause a coup. but yes.
Interesting Italy Anecdote:
So, while seated in BUS FOUR on our way home from somewhere, Mary whips out a couple fans. We discuss the "Language of the Fan" as according to Mrs. Chamat. The next day, we whip out the fan again to create Flanguage, which evolved into mad impressions of those we love.
Goulet for Boss. Also, boulet for Boss. Hmm...mibs.
Interesting After-Italy Anecdote:
While finishing my "reflections" for Mr. Rohwer Major today in his office with other people, I chose to discuss my hatred of Fleaders. I made the comment that too many random idiots chose to conduct for no reason and had no idea how to, perse, count music. Which is usually integral to conducting. I.E., Anastasia Grill, is who leaps to my mind when i say this. Well, Elissa Pagel goes "She conducts because she knows how." As the rest of the room cackled with laughter, i decided to make an ass of myself spectacularly since i had a pretty good start anyway. so i said, "Waving your arm in the general direction of those singing like a wet eel does not constitute A) conducting and B) knowing what you are doing. We only need one conductor at a time. Fleaders go to Hell."