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July 2009 
it's never over
Posted on Nov 28th, 2008
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maze
maze
Amen. Amen amen I say to you, if you are without sin you better cast the first stone. Afuckingamen. Amen. In the beginning was the word and it is the word without end. Amen. So, are you telling me that there's no such thing as getting the last word in. Yes, but it goes for the same thing as getting the last word out too. Hello, is anybody out there? The Titanic movie comes to mind. Floating in icy cold waters...help, help, help me. Under rubble, out of oozing hot lava ash, hanging on to a tree limb in mud slid land, gripping chunks of floating bodies, using the dead as life rafts....and then finally being saved by an outstretched hand...and then saying amen amen and living for another day. Thank you. You're welcome. Thank you for saying you're welcome. No problem....thank you for thanking me. You're welcome.
O Holy Night -- Kate Smith
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Gee whiz! Sounds like you are maybe in an even worse mood than I've been. I was gonna say that “Last word in is a rotten egggggg!” But then right away there was the sinking in icy waters part, and it got worse from there. If you've been eating at Furr's Cafeteria lately, that could be the cause, and I suggest you eat somewhere else. Do they have a Furr's Cafeteria up there in Buffalo? They used to have them down here. Mike and I used to crack up about the obvious pun connected with the name. Ah, so long ago. These are the psychological treats that virtually guarantee the birth of new generations on this planet. But back to the hot lava. Avoiding spicy foods might help. In the meantime, you know, I was raised on Kate Smith, Janette MacDonald, and Katherine Grayson. That's how girls were SUPPOSED to sing, back in the day… Here's a {{{{{{{BIG HUG}}}}}}}} now, and watch that diet…
OK, it's a few minutes later & I'm in “edit” mode. I suppose you are writing this with the events of Mumbai in mind. I was trying to figure out whether you had received some awful diagnosis. Then I was staring at the STOP sign. My first terrifying anxiety attack happened as I looked at a stop sign. And then, just now, as I really stared at this one, I thought about Mumbai.
actually I was tired and I was heading towards the pillow and I thought maybe I should blog a few words before I hit the sack….and that's when Kate Smith entered my thoughts….plus all the other stuff that floats about when nearing sleep.
It ain't over 'til the fat lady sings is a proverb, essentially meaning that one shouldn't assume the outcome of some activity (frequently a sports game) until it has actually finished.
This phrase in turn refers to the impression by many of Wagner's Der Ring des Nibelungen (aka the Ring cycle) as a lengthy opera finally concluding in an aria sung by a heavy-set woman dressed like a valkyrie. The Ring cycle is a set of four separate operas (lasting about 15 hours), in which the final scene includes Brünnhilde singing, and then riding onto Siegfried's funeral pyre. The set collapses and the entire cycle ends up in the Rhine river, where it started. The “fat lady” is often illustrated with a horned helmet, a spear, possibly a shield, and possibly blond braids.
Oh rats. I did a whole reply to you and the cybermonster ate it. :( oh well.
I apologized for perhaps trying your patience, and also I suggested that you're not the first human being that I've driven to distraction. I admit that I often read, at this very blog site, a blog that you didn't write, and I freely admit that misunderstanding is my frequent failing. I hope that you still love me, because I still love you. I beg your indulgence, as your blog is one of the few things in life that keeps me sane. Also, if I live my life right, I may never have to attend to Wagner's Ring Cycle, although I realize my approach to this is somewhat closed-minded.
oh gosh….I shouldn't have attempted to explain myself. I love you too.
Yes, thank God your blog is one of those treats we can indulge in. Yes, it keeps us sane. Thank you for being.
I think the whole thing is that dry humor is really hard to do on blogs. I love you three.