I love you more than applesauce
Well, it's a bit late, but in belated honor of Valentine's Day, I give you one of my favourite poems from when I was little.
I Love You More Than Applesauce by Jack Prelutsky
I love you more than applesauce,
Than peaches and a plum,
Than chocolate hearts,
And cherry tarts,
And berry bubble-gum.
I love you more than lemonade,
And seven-layer cake,
Than lollipops,
And candy drops,
And thick vanilla shake.
I love you more than marzipan,
Than marmalade on toast;
For I love pies
Of any size,
But I love you the most.
I don't know what that says about me or my love of sweet things (a great deal, I imagine), but to this day I frequently use "more than applesauce" as a qualifier of how much I love something or someone. After all, I do love applesauce.
So! I have news: I bought a Wii. Well, more like I hunted it down in the wild, lay a cunning trap and then waited, silently, for two months before springing it. The poor Gamestop employee never knew what hit him. So I got the Wii, plus Zelda, Mario Galaxy, and Mario Party 8. I've already beaten Zelda, but must own it in order to replay it until its entirety is burned into my mind. Super Mario Galaxy is simply the brightest, bounciest, more ridiculously fun and addicting game ever. I'll get so frustrated that I'm cursing at the top of my lungs and sending my cat running for shelter, but I just can't stop smiling. The thing is just so bleeding happy. I remarked upon this to my coworker Brandon today, who is also in the process of playing it, and he responded with exclamations of "Whoa!", "Aiee!" and every other hilarious startled Mario noise he could think of. And really, enough said.
I mentioned that following the Boy's and my parting of the ways, I had been reading voraciously, and it continues. I have read everything written thus far by Shannon Hale and continue to reread each night as I fall asleep. I recommended Austenland to my mother and she read it in a day (which is an unbelievable feat, for her). I've recently moved on to the Young Wizard's series by Diane Duane. It's enormously original (and it predates HP, even) and amusing. She's created a wizardly world as different from and yet creative and original as Rowling's, plus the books don't take me 3 millennia to read.
I am still waiting on word from my grad school of choice, although they've recently taken to giving me heart attacks by sending me invoices and such in very small envelopes which, as everyone who's ever received one knows, could not possibly contain an acceptance of any kind. In the meantime, I am apparently returning to the world of acting in the form of a role in a community production of East of the Sun and West of the Moon, a favourite of mine. It sort of fell into my lap via text message, so we'll see where it goes. I've only just received the script.
Finally: I knew I loved the Bitches, but this proves it. If you've not yet seen the magnificent piece of internet genius they're promoting, for God's sake watch it!
I Love You More Than Applesauce by Jack Prelutsky
I love you more than applesauce,
Than peaches and a plum,
Than chocolate hearts,
And cherry tarts,
And berry bubble-gum.
I love you more than lemonade,
And seven-layer cake,
Than lollipops,
And candy drops,
And thick vanilla shake.
I love you more than marzipan,
Than marmalade on toast;
For I love pies
Of any size,
But I love you the most.
I don't know what that says about me or my love of sweet things (a great deal, I imagine), but to this day I frequently use "more than applesauce" as a qualifier of how much I love something or someone. After all, I do love applesauce.
So! I have news: I bought a Wii. Well, more like I hunted it down in the wild, lay a cunning trap and then waited, silently, for two months before springing it. The poor Gamestop employee never knew what hit him. So I got the Wii, plus Zelda, Mario Galaxy, and Mario Party 8. I've already beaten Zelda, but must own it in order to replay it until its entirety is burned into my mind. Super Mario Galaxy is simply the brightest, bounciest, more ridiculously fun and addicting game ever. I'll get so frustrated that I'm cursing at the top of my lungs and sending my cat running for shelter, but I just can't stop smiling. The thing is just so bleeding happy. I remarked upon this to my coworker Brandon today, who is also in the process of playing it, and he responded with exclamations of "Whoa!", "Aiee!" and every other hilarious startled Mario noise he could think of. And really, enough said.
I mentioned that following the Boy's and my parting of the ways, I had been reading voraciously, and it continues. I have read everything written thus far by Shannon Hale and continue to reread each night as I fall asleep. I recommended Austenland to my mother and she read it in a day (which is an unbelievable feat, for her). I've recently moved on to the Young Wizard's series by Diane Duane. It's enormously original (and it predates HP, even) and amusing. She's created a wizardly world as different from and yet creative and original as Rowling's, plus the books don't take me 3 millennia to read.
I am still waiting on word from my grad school of choice, although they've recently taken to giving me heart attacks by sending me invoices and such in very small envelopes which, as everyone who's ever received one knows, could not possibly contain an acceptance of any kind. In the meantime, I am apparently returning to the world of acting in the form of a role in a community production of East of the Sun and West of the Moon, a favourite of mine. It sort of fell into my lap via text message, so we'll see where it goes. I've only just received the script.
Finally: I knew I loved the Bitches, but this proves it. If you've not yet seen the magnificent piece of internet genius they're promoting, for God's sake watch it!