Disintegration Means Being Eaten Too!

BITS NIBBLED AWAY, that's what the slugs were up to during December, January, February and March. Hidden away and protected from the elements, the bundled and tied pages provided some protection from the winter storms - snow, ice, rain, sleet.
Now it's April and I could stand it no longer. I wanted to see what had been happening under my Disintegration Project. You can see by these results that the paper or gesso provided something(s) with quasi-nourishment. Yuck!
There were also bulbs sprouting under the pages and weeds growing, so they needed to be moved and rearranged a bit.
It is lovely to see words glimmering through the thin application of gesso, and a little gross but nevertheless fascinating to see words through the "disintegration."
THE back yard is so full of blooming things: muscari and dandelions, yellow and blue, are an appealing color combination. The muscari are loved more than the dandelions, however. The tulip tree is in full glory, so I climbed a ladder to get some "underbelly" views. You can see our redwood tree through the upper part of the tree. Needless to say, it's been around for quite some time - much longer than any of the other trees or plants. Longer, even, than me!
Last pic: the back of the house through the tulip tree.
We're going to a barbecue today - first of the season, so I'd better go do something related to housework. I already made a batch of cinnamon espresso chocolate chip cookies, which I sampled, and that wasn't necessarily a good idea. Not a bad one either, since I'm buzzing with energy now - femminismo

Today Is A New Day.

WELL, actually, today is almost over. Only a few more hours here and it will be tomorrow.
But it was a new day today and somehow it finally worked out OK. Some more gloominess today and trying to figure out what is going on. A good cry, some talking, some work in the yard, took some pictures, had a hot shower, then painted some paper.
April is National Poetry Month and I have not honored it here yet - so let's get on with it!

THE RETURN
Earth does not understand her child,
Who from the loud gregarious town
Returns, depleted and defiled,
To the still woods, to fling him down.

Earth can not count the sons she bore:
The wounded lynx, the wounded man
Come trailing blood unto her door;
She shelters both as best she can.

But she is early up and out,
To trim the year or strip its bones;
She has no time to stand about
Talking of him in undertones

Who has no aim but to forget,
Be left in peace, be lying thus
For days, for years, for centuries yet,
Unshaven and anonymous;

Who, marked for failure, dulled by grief,
Has traded in his wife and friend
For this warm ledge, this alder leaf:
Comfort that does not comprehend.

- EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY

I WANT to show you the little book (up above) I made of my papers I painted (last post). There is a special punch and some plastic binders the receptionist at work uses, and she showed me how to operate this and the papers got put together. My friend, JoAnn, said maybe instead of the plastic, use ribbon, yarn or wire. That sounds good, too. Next time.
Tonight I started painting more paper - greens on one side, purple and pink on the other. Does the transfer of the eye detail look familiar? It was on Seth's blog, a detail from an exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, I believe.
I also took pictures of my Disintegration Project this afternoon as I worked in the garden. I decided to turn over the book pages and allow the back side to get some of the sunshine due in the next few days. AND I couldn't stand giving the slugs refuge for much longer, so they are now g.o.n.e. Pictures of the pages coming soon. May 1 is the day to figure out what to do with them.
And Judy Wise, who attended, taught and learned at Artfest, is doing some self portraits on her blog, and since I like to steal her ideas, I did my own self portrait tonight. I'll leave you with that - femminismo

Spring Comes Calling At Last.

SUNDAY was a gloomy day for me. I don't quite know what the reason is for my "downness." Maybe you've noticed there haven't been quite as many posts. I've noticed others post about their bad days and health problems, but I really haven't wanted to do that. But this isn't just a blog for others. This is my journal. This is where I go to when I'm remembering the good times and the bad times.
Even this sunny picture here of the tulip tree in the back yard couldn't quite dispel the darkness.
So, yes, life has been gloomy lately and I've been fighting my own unhappy demons and regrets. But I think this keeps things in perspective. My life - no one's life - is all happy times filled with constantly blooming roses and sun shining in every window. Sometimes there are cobwebs in the corners and ugly little spiders lurking about. Memories come calling and bring with them sorrow and guilt. Time flies by and the calendar pages are ripped off one by one without goals being accomplished.
On Saturday I screamed as loud as I could - twice! I was so frustrated. I drew a picture of myself screaming. I looked mad and frustrated in the picture and you know why? Because I WAS!
(Here's a picture of my faceless lady statue in the back yard. A little blurry, but she's getting surrounded with a tulip uprising and the johnny jumpups are creeping up on her.)
Well, today I don't feel quite so hopeless but I can't tell you why. I didn't sleep well last night. I went to work today and it was a fairly busy day. After work I went to the Nordstrom Rack to return a pair of pants and ended up with another pair, a skirt and two cheap, thin tops I can layer like light underwear that will help keep me warm until summer is here. (I am perpetually cold!) I also bought a new purse. It's green. I'll show a photo of that tomorrow. I really hope this purse works out. Buying purses is sort of like trying to find the perfect babysitter for your children. None of them is ever quite "just right."
And I have more pictures of the papers I've been decorating. Can you find the bird I mentioned in the last post? It was a "happy accident" of the paint brayer.
Tomorrow night I am going to go quite mad with paint and do just gobs of these pieces of paper with all sorts of colors. But now it's almost 10:30 p.m. and our accountant still hasn't called with our tax information, so I'm wondering if we will have to file for an extension? Does this mean more money for Uncle Sam? Drat! I shouldn't have bought that purse - femminismo

Mail Call And I'm So Lucky!

MAIL arrived Friday and one package was the cutest little heart-shaped needle case from Arlene at heartrockshome.com. We are doing a trade for this wonderful item, since I commented on it and then she let me know she was going to send me one! (Yay!)
In the other artistically decorated package was the Library Card Project from Nathalie, so I can put it into a book, and she also sent me some of the many library cards she has - with books and authors and stamped "in" and "out" dates on them. These should be really fun to do projects with.
On Saturday we attended an elaborate Easter egg hunt at my brother's and sister-in-law's house. Their huge back yard was stuffed to the gills with eggs, and plastic baseballs hid in the grass too. I think I might even have seen a football, but I'm not sure.
There were plenty of prizes for everyone - with special goodies for the kids who find the fewest eggs. The bunny, who lives in their back yard, has his own special little house at the base of a tree. The tree is hidden away so he gets his privacy, since I'm sure he was busy behind his little door, working away, preparing to hit other homes today.
Little Bobby, my brother, even had presents for his favorite sisters. He is a dyed-in-the-wool kid and we hope he never grows up.
Today I could no longer withstand the siren call of the paint and the brayer and went out to make a mess, rolling the brayer in acrylic paint and then stamping elongated 30# index card paper with a blue foam block stamp.
I used orange, purple, terra cotta, white, yellow and put them all together. As you can see the back of the cards aren't done yet. I then turned them over, drew squiggly lines with an oil crayon and rolled the brayer through white gesso, more paint. I added orange ... hmm ... then what? Don't know. Yellow? Ochre?
Finally I added some blue stamping to everything (down below).
I would like to bind the cards into a booklet and then decorate the "pages" with whatever comes to hand.
I came up with one magical stamping pattern that looked like a bird's head. So magical what you can "see" when you look at these abstract, randomly produced "paintings." (I don't know if you can find it here or not. The papers are now hanging in a spare room drying throughly before I glue/paint/distress them any further.) I think there might be glitter or some shiny stuff coming along, with text from an old physiology textbook and maybe some letters stamped on top of that.
It felt good to be slopping about in the paint, adding this and that and seeing my hands get all colorful too. Therapeutic is what it was - femminismo

Three Hundred Twenty-One Posts, Oh My!

CHOOSING sleep, reading a book or blogging, I find myself irresistibly drawn to the computer and recording some words and thoughts here.
The ancient practice of journal writing made more simple - or maybe not. Sizing the photos and then sitting down to complete the task: There's nothing simple here.
But I have some things to show you. I transplanted two miniature roses in the front yard on Monday and it was very, very warm here suddenly. So when I decided to take a break, I got some water, fruit and then checked in the old mail box - the one that sits by the side of our road - not the one on the computer.
And there in the mailbox was my artwork from Seth Apter, the Altered Page guru. I admire his work so much I sent away for some of it and now got to take a break! A cool glass of water, a piece of fruit (yes, that's a pear that's very well traveled on the bumpy road of life) and a package to open is so.much.fun!
I really like the Madonna and child, Seth, and thanks for the wonderful wrapping. I have taken the plastic bag inside and filled it with the string, tissue paper, and some items from my work table and desk. JoAnn, my pal, also donated some great stuff. Now to leave the baggie of stuff somewhere so someone can make a grand art project from the findings. More fun and nothing goes to waste.
I also worked in the back yard at the potting table, and although I think I've done it again and waited too long, I decided to start some globe thistle seeds in peat pots so I can watch them more closely and then just stick the whole thing in the dirt.
At the back of the yard I was leaning over the fence, admiring our neighbor's orchard and the way the sun was setting in the west. The grass is carpeted with white violets - if you click on the sunset photo and look toward the base of the tree on the left you'll see a bed of them. It appears the tree did not fare well during the snow and ice storms this past winter. Oh I love saying that: This PAST winter!
Here is a closeup of some of the white violets that have crept over into our yard. (The purple and white ones cross pollinate (I guess?) and we have lovely light blue and lavender ones.) The Mister is such a sweetheart, since he puts off cutting the grass until the crocus and the violets have had their time.
The soft, warm spring air is full of sweet flying insects and the birds are getting their fill in this pleasant weather. I hope you are happy, safe and content tonight and I hope tomorrow finds you with something to do that makes you feel even more content and pleased with yourself and the world - femminismo

Spring Is - Incredibly - Really Here.

LIKE a forgotten memory suddenly nudged alive by a quiet reminder, spring has finally arrived. Just when I had begun to think warmth and that certain shade of green in the grass and the riot of birdsong would never come again it's here in abundance.
Whenever I've walked out the front door I've found water all over the stone path and I couldn't figure out why. It wasn't raining. And then I noticed how little water was in the bird bath. Wow! Talk about walking around a Gloomy Gus with my head in the gray clouds.
The cold hard earth is sending up shoots and leaves, and today while I was trimming back the frost-burnt, bent fern to let the new shoots unfurl (say that three times fast) I found other green shoots that indicate the Solomon's seal is well on its way.
The yellow johnny jump-ups are flowering in the back yard and seem to be spreading, which is good news to me. The forsythia, above, and the Oregon grape, at left, have filled in the fence line with yellow and it looks like the cherry tree may be filled with blossoms very soon.
This fine weather couldn't have come at a better time. We'll enjoy it while we can and put some seeds into the earth so on Wednesday, when the rain arrives, it can help us instead of entirely disappointing us.
Here is one last picture of the moon peeking in the sunroom at us while we ate our dinner - femminismo

Library Cards ... Plus One.

A WOMAN of my word, tonight I will produce for you three library cards and one surprise: an epilogue, of sorts.
Dawn decorated her library card pocket, front and back, with a chilling reminder of this disquieting little tale.
She got the very first part of the story and really set the tone for the whole shebang - in my mind, anyway. The kitty footprints on the card's back are also her doing.

The other card I got was from Michelle (Part 2) and I loved it also. Its tin foil heart is perfect for Johnny, the "hero" of the story. These artists have all focused in on elements from the tale and then found just the right words and/or images to put onto the card pockets. I know I've told them all before, but it is really thrilling to see these works and the imaginations bubbling away, turning them into certifiable gems.

Then Nathalie turned hers in, and what fun! There's love in this story and Michelle and Nathalie both illustrate it. Nathalie's working on the jealousy factor. Oh those blushing cheeks!

So what happens, but the other day someone dropped by the newspaper office where I work and left a library card with the receptionist! However, the receptionist didn't get her name and I didn't get a look at the mystery artist and I was left only with my detective skills - which the Mister says are pretty sharp. Here's the card and see if you come up with the same information I did: 1. Has access to a typewriter. 2. Knows the Dewey Decimal System and has classified my "book" under the 700s, "arts and recreation" category. 3. Has access to her own stash of library cards. 4. Knows I've been working on this project. 5. Knows where I work and how I spell my name. 6. Is a creative person.
All deductions, my good Watson, that led me to believe it was CAROL at the Main Library.
And it was!! Oh, I love someone who wants to play my games. (I think I will have to write an epilogue to the story for Carol's card contribution.
NOW, since today is the last day of March, it was the unofficial deadline for the cards - which, to be fair, I did not tell everyone. So JoAnn, my friend at work, marched in this morning with her finished project and it.was.right.on.the.money.
I think all of us felt we might not come up with the "right stuff" and be "good enough," but forget about that. It's been fantastic.
When I get the last of the cards I am going to make a small "publication" and turn it into a portable document file - the story with illustrations. A little digital e-book that I can e-mail out to anyone who wants one. There is a cost however. Comments! Comments will have to be given to the artists. It's only fair - femminismo
p.s. Thanks to everyone who's played. The rest of you know what you have to do now.

Here's The Problem ... There's Too Much To Tell.

INDEED. You let just a couple days go by and so many things have happened - you've experienced such exquisite moments of joy, longing and pure love and now you have to pack them into a post that won't cause those reading to fall asleep or give up before the end. But, then, I'm really writing this for myself. I have to remember that.
Since I last wrote I attended the writing seminar which really should have been stretched into two days, there was so much information. Some good, inspiring information.
My friend, Barb, has been visiting from Michigan, and Saturday night we turned out the lights for an hour - for the good of the earth and its people - and sat in front of the fireplace in the warm glow, listening to the crackle, the faint smell of wood smoke in the air, and just talked. (We are friends for life.)
The Mister said we talk so honestly to each other - Barb and I, that is - and I have to say that about sums it up. There is not much we do not know about each other, since we have been friends since high school.
We went to church together on Sunday morning, to a Baptist church in a nearby town. I knew a few of the people in the crowd - hadn't seen them in a long, long time - and enjoyed singing the hymns. Getting that oxygen in your lungs and then throwing it back out invigorates a person. Singing is good exercise!
We were sitting in the back of the church and it was not crowded that morning. As I looked out over the people I was filled with the sweet sense of how connected we all are, the energy flowing through the woman over there, the child in front of us, the elderly man seated down in front - all the same. I felt such love for everyone in the building and remembered what my mother told my sister: "I just love people. I always have."
I guess I inherited that, for I "just love people" too. Although many times - too many times - it's only "people" in the abstract, at arm's length that I love. Well, I hadn't been to church in a long while, not since Mother's Day about a year before my mom died. Now I feel I would like to visit all sorts of different churches on Sundays and I think I may attend Seder at the All Saints Episcopal in town on Wednesday.
One thing I loved in reading the scripture was this from 2 John 12: "I have much to write to you, but I do not want to use paper and ink. Instead, I hope to visit you and talk with you face to face, so that our joy may be complete." (Maybe I should have begun this post with these words for I would so enjoy talking with you all face to face.)
After church the Mister and I went up to our property, which is where I found the trillium above. The first one of the spring in my photo album. And don't you love these catkins. I was moving branches and kept seeing "dust" flying around until I realized it was pollen. I like the contrast between the rotting leaves and these fresh, fallen catkins.
This was the first time we've been up there since our December snowstorms and ice. There are several alders down, with one across the bridge, and we had to clear some large branches on the road going in. There is a lot of work to do, much more than can be accomplished in a couple of weekends. We need a work party up there soon.
NOW, on to the Library Card Project. ARE YOU ASLEEP YET? Dawn sent me hers, front and back, and they are awesome. She got the very first part of the story and did a fantastic illustration on both front and back. Love it, love it, love it!
Then I got a library card from Michelle. It combines a couple of elements from the story and made my heart sing! How thrilling to see someone pick up on what you've written and make it "concrete" like this, with substance and heart.
And, someone (a mystery someone) left me a Guerrilla Art Library Card at work today. She didn't leave her name at the front desk so I don't know who it was - but I have my hunches. Tomorrow I will post the library cards - maybe all of them, up to date, so you can see what's happening. One last photo of me and my friend, Barb, for she's leaving on a jet plane tomorrow and I won't see her for a while - femminismo
(Thank you, Ruth, for taking the photo - but it really doesn't look like either of us. haha)

Simple Pleasures Got Tagged.

AHOY THERE! Where are you from and where are you going? Comment me that, if you care to. Seth at The Altered Page is doing a polling of "guests" who pass by. We all wonder who our company is and if they are bloggers (or Web siters too) or just passersby who got off on the wrong track. Leave a comment if you have a moment.
In the meantime, Veronica Funk, Simple Pleasures, got tagged today. I've been thinking about some questions like this. I offered up a couple more, perhaps not quite so ordinary. Let me know if you copy and answer these yourself.
These were some of the questions she had to answer, and a few I've added, replaced with my own answers:

What are you wearing now?

Jeans, black wool socks, green Danskos, green long-sleeved top.

How often do you blog?

5 times a week or more!

Who was the last person you hugged?

My significant other.

Which item from your closet are you wearing most lately?

My jeans.

What's for dinner?

Ground turkey meatloaf and pea salad.

What's the last thing you bought?

A lamp and small side table.

What are you listening to right now?

Can't hear it too well, back here in the office, but it's a mix of lots of stuff on the 60-disc spinner.

What is your favorite weather and why?

Warm summer so I'm not cold.

What time do you usually get up?

6.45 am

What is your most challenging goal right now?

Getting my head on "righter."
When have you been happiest?
Coaching girls softball one spring/summer.

If you could have a house-totally paid for, fully furnished-anywhere in the world, where would you want it to be?

In the deep, deep Oregon woods.

Favorite vacation spot?

Italy.
Last person you saw crying.
Barb.
Last person you saw laughing hard.
Barb.

What movies can you watch over and over again?

"Groundhog Day," "Pride and Prejudice," "Wonder Boys," "Roman Holiday," "Penny Serenade," "Like Water for Chocolate," "Wings of Desire," "It's a Wonderful Life."

What is your favorite tea?

Starbucks Chocolate Hazelnut.

Who are you tagging?
No one. I'll leave them alone for now.
AND this weekend I'll be attending the Oregon Press Women Conference in Troutdale at McMenamin's Edgefield. It will be fun taking a writing workshop from Jessica Page Morrell. She is going to show us how to make our writing *sparkle* - femminismo

Another Library Card ... Another Joyous Celebration.

WHOOPEE! I love you people ... the ones who wonder where they will find the time but go ahead and say "yes" to fun.
Brenda sent me her library card all finished today. (Well, she sent a picture of it, and that's the next best thing.)
I love all of these illustrations because, in my mind, I can see them "happening" in the story I wrote. Thank you, Miss Crafty Chook. You are a sweetheart.
Got home late tonight because I spent the evening out with four fantastic wimmin! All related to me by hook or by crook, we share a lot of history together. There were two mother/daughter pairings and it's so - can I emphasize this too much - nice to sit with your adult offspring and have them openly and willingly forgive you for not being the best mother in the world or always making the perfect decisions.
We have some good wimmin in our family, I'm proud to say. With a catch in my throat and a tear in my eye, I'll say again it was a really special evening out. Even though I missed "Lost" - femminismo

Here's What We Did on Saturday and ... My Library Card Is DONE!

ON Saturday I went to Creative Circle. I've been too busy to share, but now I finally got the pictures sized and saved, so here we go.
I "taught" a class in Art Journaling, but - really - everyone there knew just as much as I did, or more.
I brought some of the books I made in the year I made one book a month, one day at a time, so everyone could see a little of the techniques I tried. We had one table set up for painting journal pages and another space for stamping and then seating so people could sit around and write in their books - or talk and visit, as some wanted to do. This is a neat group and everyone seemed real happy with what they were doing.
TurquoiZe is our "leader," since she makes sure Bodacious Beads is unlocked and ready for us to have our time together. Clarkie, the owner, is so very nice to offer her space every month. Very, very nice!
We painted pages, did some stamping and collage and the time went by much too quickly. Here are some of the great women who came to share the fun. TurquoiZe and Dawn are at right.
Alice's children's book, above left, is filled with sparkles and a token for a wish. Wouldn't that be great?
Sylvia's altered book page, with the lady who has a "map skirt," is looking good. She has a knack for collage and comes up with some of the greatest garage sale finds. I think she must have magic fingers that are all equipped with divining rods that find exquisite junk.
I love the picture of TurquoiZe with the paintbrush clenched in her mouth. (She may not, but I do.) She was so intent on that page, adding color and silver or white stamping. We didn't quite know what she was up to, but soon her "Harlequin Man" took shape. What a jolly sort of fellow he is, with his beard and wings. Fancy pants on this guy!
And here are a couple of my journal pages, without much journaling, but a little writing. Sumi ink drawing, foam stamp we made by heating the blue foam and pressing it onto embossed paper. This is really fun and I could probably do it all night long. It's fun to find different textures, heat the block and then press the block onto the surface you want to duplicate. Forget jewelry, fancy perfumes and luxurious limos - just give me blue foam blocks!
Linda was working away on her project with such dedication that I don't think she even saw me take this picture. In the background is the Bodacious Bead shop, which is full of wonderful sorts of things bead addicts absolutely must have.
AND I did tell you I FINISHED my Library Card Project, so now I must show it!
I finished it on Sunday, but two of my adorable granddaughters came to visit so I'm sure you understand I was busy. It's funny to have the 10th part of the story - THE END - come so soon, before the other parts, but it really doesn't matter. So here you go - femminismo

How Are Things in the Great Beyond?

SO QUIET? What's going on out there in the Great Beyond - Beblog?
I wonder. Did my video clog up my works here? Download time take too long? Download time take forever and folks gave up?
Well, the video's gone now. It wasn't the best anyway, even if Craig Carothers was/is.
More later when my gray mood lifts. Up and down, back and forth. Things are a little crazy in life lately - femminismo

Welcome Spring and Longer Days.

THE earth has made exactly enough revolutions to bring us to this point, where the earth has warmed sufficiently and the days are brighter a bit longer - enough to bring forth the green buds of spring.
Last year I visited this house in our town on the summer solstice, and then the yard was literally crammed with flowers of all kinds. I enjoy thinking of how it will be this summer, again, but right now it's looking pretty forlorn.
All except for one yellow corner, however. That spot is doing just fine. I hope the owners' backs and knees are in good shape for I'm sure they - and all of us - have our work cut out for us in the days ahead.
Today was a really good day for me personally. I hope you had a special one too. There wasn't much different about today. I didn't win the lottery or anything. I did have a couple of deadlines off my back and I was just happier than I have been in several weeks. There are reasons for that, and I know what they are, so there we are ... I'm just happier.
I'd like to say thank you to my friend, JoAnn, for helping me out today. She knows what she did - a small thing to her I'll bet - but I appreciated it.
One fantastic thing sort of like winning the lottery: My friend, Barb, in Michigan, (the person who made me the cool, colorful cloth carry-all bag) is coming to Oregon and we will get to visit. I am very excited and don't even feel sorry for her family to lose her for a while. (Oh, I sound so mean!)
Another thing: Tonight the Mister and I went to see Craig Carothers. Oh, he is so funny and had us laughing and singing along to his songs. Some songs were sad, but he sang a whole lot of them for nearly two hours straight! I bought his CD "Air Mail Blue." It has two songs on it I know I like a whole bunch.
Oops! I didn't even notice, but now it's March 21! Better get to bed - femminismo

This Beats Everything! Another Card!

WHEN I say "beats everything" I mean it in the best way.
Kimmie sent a picture of her card and I don't care what else happens today because this is just the topper.
Susan and Kimmie should become illustrators for all my stories because they've captured them so perfectly.
Here it is for your edification, along with a clip of the story that set Kimmie's imagination soaring.
I told Kimmie that I never imagined this would be so much fun for me. The last two days, with my surprise cards arriving, have been two very special days. Now I know the joys that ATCs can bring and I go "Aha, that's why they do them!"
So I'd better get busy on mine and see if I can't do at least half as good as these two ladies. (Check out Kimmie's garden fairy garden, too, if you get the chance. Follow the link above.) - femminismo

First Library Card Art Comes Home to Mama!

WHOOPEE! Susan Sanford, at Art Spark Theatre, has sent a picture of the library card she decorated. She got a pretty grim little bit of the story and illustrated it beautifully.
Almost my whole entire day was spent sitting in front of the computer working on editing and writing (talk about grim) and then I got her wonderful e-mail and my whole day was worthwhile!
Check it out more closely by clicking on the image.
Oh, Susan, you are a pro!
OK, that's enough exclamation marks. 3rd-Eye Muse sent a comment that she's been thinking about doing something with her library card and I moved mine from the microwave to the kitchen table. So I'm well on my way to illustrating/decorating/doodling on my library card. (haha)
For the other eight people out there who also have library cards: Let's all try and finish by the end of March. Remember you can do whatever you want with it. If you want to connect it to the story like Susan did, feel free. Do your best. Go for it.
AND ... on another note ... did you watch "Lost" tonight? I did and I liked Mr. Tough Guy, Mr. Thinker, Mr. Take Charge. I had stopped caring about the show because it was not interesting, but taking them back into the Dharma Initiative when Ben was a kid? How smart was that?
Well, everyone's got an opinion ... and I think the writers have pulled their bacon out of the fire, but enough for tonight. Gotta' sleep - femminismo