Renly laughed. "Tell me, my lady, do direwolves vote on who should lead the pack?" Brienne brought the king's gauntlets and greathelm, crowned with golden antlers that would raise a foot and a half to his height. "The time for talk is done. Now we see who is stronger." (1)
I was taking a walk when I came upon a large crowd gathered around a police barrier. Several perimeter's had been set up to keep people away but the majority of them seemed determined to get as close to the action as possible. With necks craned and eyes shaded from the sun they looked up to the second floor windows of a street facing apartment. Curious, I asked what was going on.
There's a guy up there with a gun one observer informed me.
THERE'S A GUY UP THERE WITH A GUN.
There's an unpredictable and distraught (I would imagine distraught as rarely if ever do you find happy people with guns surrounded by police) person fifty feet away with a gun and all these people are standing around waiting for what?
Why not jump up and down screaming, "Shoot us we're targets."
Kings of old were narcissistic men who thought they were invincible. Why else would King Renly, who thousands were trying to kill, go into battle with foot and a half golden antlers on his crown?
"Loose an arrow on Us? Flash steel on Us? Forsooth I say, We are the King."
I think putting yourself in danger is foolish. Like many Bob Hope characters I'm a devote coward. I stay away from situations that may get me hurt, or worse, killed.
"Loose an arrow on Us? Flash steel on Us? Forsooth I say, We are the King."
I think putting yourself in danger is foolish. Like many Bob Hope characters I'm a devote coward. I stay away from situations that may get me hurt, or worse, killed.
I've been watching a rather cheesy production of the Decade of the 90's. I thought prestigious sounding National Geographic Channel would give it some intellectual depth but I was incorrect. With hosts the like of Sandra Bernhard and Vanilla Ice I soon realized I was wasting my time. There is little (if anything) worth remembering about the 1990's. It was truly a cesspool of news and entertainment.
But here is something of note.
The Jerry Springer Show first made its way onto the television screen and our collective conscience in 1991.
Twenty-three years later we have Maury Povich and Trisha Goddard with three never ending topics for life. Sisters or friends who slept with the same man, mothers who had sex with their daughter's boyfriends and who is your daddy.
What is worse for life growth and the productive mind? Standing under a window below a loaded gun or watching trash TV?
At least standing under the window gives a person a fifty-fifty chance.
How exactly did Ray Charles shoot up heroin? The man was blind.
Wanda and I were sitting around reading yesterday afternoon, the house was very quiet. Suddenly she glanced up from her book (it was an actually book with pages and a cover) and asked me if I heard something.
"It sounds like something is beeping."
I didn't hear the sound and thought it my husbandry duty to investigate. So I set down my Kindle (no pages or cover) and went to check the potential issue or problem.
Although the the home alarm key pad was not showing a warning light I still ran a complete system test. I checked battery life in the cell phones, the Samsung tablet and the Kindle Fire. I went to the back room and secured the lap top connection. I glanced at the microwave and oven timer. I thought about changing all the clocks back in the fall.
Damn it, the moronic time change twice a year really pisses me off.
Or, maybe it was the car that beeped?
Often I'd get so busy and overwhelmed in the emergency department I'd need to remember and practice my first lesson of survival: Take your own pulse.
Slow down, take a breath and start afresh.
Sometimes I get so overwhelmed thinking about life I need to take my pulse.
Watching the decade of the 90's reminded me of just how much has and hasn't changed.
I'm surrounded by things that are supposed to make life better but they all need batteries.
(1). Game of Thrones Book 2 pg. 376
But here is something of note.
The Jerry Springer Show first made its way onto the television screen and our collective conscience in 1991.
Twenty-three years later we have Maury Povich and Trisha Goddard with three never ending topics for life. Sisters or friends who slept with the same man, mothers who had sex with their daughter's boyfriends and who is your daddy.
What is worse for life growth and the productive mind? Standing under a window below a loaded gun or watching trash TV?
At least standing under the window gives a person a fifty-fifty chance.
How exactly did Ray Charles shoot up heroin? The man was blind.
Wanda and I were sitting around reading yesterday afternoon, the house was very quiet. Suddenly she glanced up from her book (it was an actually book with pages and a cover) and asked me if I heard something.
"It sounds like something is beeping."
I didn't hear the sound and thought it my husbandry duty to investigate. So I set down my Kindle (no pages or cover) and went to check the potential issue or problem.
Although the the home alarm key pad was not showing a warning light I still ran a complete system test. I checked battery life in the cell phones, the Samsung tablet and the Kindle Fire. I went to the back room and secured the lap top connection. I glanced at the microwave and oven timer. I thought about changing all the clocks back in the fall.
Damn it, the moronic time change twice a year really pisses me off.
Or, maybe it was the car that beeped?
Often I'd get so busy and overwhelmed in the emergency department I'd need to remember and practice my first lesson of survival: Take your own pulse.
Slow down, take a breath and start afresh.
Sometimes I get so overwhelmed thinking about life I need to take my pulse.
Watching the decade of the 90's reminded me of just how much has and hasn't changed.
I'm surrounded by things that are supposed to make life better but they all need batteries.
(1). Game of Thrones Book 2 pg. 376
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