Alright so it started out with a sore throat and evolved into something worse like a head/stomach/nose/throat thing and it’s not my favorite thing in the world. I actually kinda don’t like it.
But I got this idea when I was trying to find a way to pass the time and decided to ask you guys what your favorite “sick day” movies are.
So far I’ve watched Robin Hood (the disney version) and iRobot, and I intend to watch The Princess Bride after all it was designed to you feel better when your sick.
SO if you would please post some movie ideas. Thanks
Seriously, I can’t feel my fingers; they’re not bleeding, but they’re close.
If you haven’t guessed my Tele got here today, and I haven’t put it down, even though I’m freakin’ sick.
It is just as beautiful as I had hoped.
My only problem now is how jealous my other guitars are going to get with the new girl struttin her stuff around the block.
Typing is starting to make my fingers hurt so I will talk to ya later.
This is the story of a magician,
A man playing to an audience of spectators sitting in utter amazement, trying with desperation to break down what they just saw into understandable terms. The last man in the world able to create wonder, a trick only known to himself, is absolutely invaluable in this world, and yet he wishes for nothing more than an eternal rest.
I have heard it said that language is nothing more than the human brain trying to explain away the universe; for people cannot handle the truth… that the universe cannot be explained. For after all, all of our most brilliant hypothesies are completely dependant on our assumption that what the universe does do is what the universe should do. All of our hypothesies are dependant on other hypothesies.
The magician goes home to an empty house of nothing more amazing than a light bulb burning bright. Light particles traveling at an astounding rate and reflecting off of everything that they touch. All explained. All boring.
Most humans have the assumption that they have a nature that is bad. A desire to be selfish. A tendency to think of our selves before others, and yet, we stop ourselves to do the “right” thing. Why? If we have a nature to be selfish than why would we choose to do something against our nature?
The magician’s answer for such a question is that, for some unknown reason, humans need to relate with other humans; to understand and to be understood. Why, he cannot say. And in this world it is the only thing that keeps him from crying himself to sleep every night.
A tear does drop from his eye this night however, but it is not because there is no more wonder in the world, on the contrary, it is that this one elusive element of life is so beautiful that he cannot stop himself.