tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533648636589032122023-11-15T22:51:15.619-08:00floating in spaceUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853364863658903212.post-89848481893770823912010-12-09T21:43:00.000-08:002010-12-09T21:45:12.620-08:00Lord of the Life Lessons<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "><p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Frodo: I can't do this, Sam.</p><p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Sam: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.</p><p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?</p><p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for.</p></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853364863658903212.post-37116581957002782262010-11-17T20:54:00.001-08:002010-11-17T20:55:10.709-08:00Happiness only real when shared<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-qgYbl7BtaVQYUVppifuMSwNpEZvAp52Bj_Mzic8OZ6g30YIG9sy5zbHa21cOhjWu5qVQJWO5UH6C2iUHcK1H2bDO75a9eoXYGxuXtjplIfB6XNdtV3vHOmShf0MKdWJ9PRRq8hCuMYA/s1600/chris.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-qgYbl7BtaVQYUVppifuMSwNpEZvAp52Bj_Mzic8OZ6g30YIG9sy5zbHa21cOhjWu5qVQJWO5UH6C2iUHcK1H2bDO75a9eoXYGxuXtjplIfB6XNdtV3vHOmShf0MKdWJ9PRRq8hCuMYA/s400/chris.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540748776621866898" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853364863658903212.post-69736179727343397812010-11-04T22:19:00.000-07:002010-11-04T22:52:37.827-07:00I hate swimming alone<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>"If I get out of California, I'm going back to my home state.<br />To tell them all that I made a mistake..."</i></span></span></span></span><div><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VrBXccaq0pk?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VrBXccaq0pk?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div>Not really... I just haven't met friends yet. I had a blast with J, who just visited. I have nothing better to do, so I've focused my life around work and he had to watch How I Met Your Mother while I was working late and too tired to hang after. I'm wasting away my youth.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1