But enough about me.
As if.
Our Parish is having Vacation Bible School this week, which is the only explanation I have for adopting the sleep-pattern of Vacation Standard Time. Sunday, I awoke at 4am with the realization that I really could invade Youtube armed with my own television series after all (just wait--you will bark), stayed up until one Monday morning from a truly-odd-but-not-enough barbering session with a thrift-store Ken doll I'm going to OOAK-ify, awoke again at 6am Monday to proclaim the Gospel before working a shift putting your tax dollars to work, went to bed barely-before midnight learning about polymer clay, and cranked it up again at the late hour of 7 this morning. Stoopit? Oh, yeth.
So, yeah, I need to ask what the term would be for an internet variety show [soap-opera/sit-com/sci-fi drama/reality] peopled with altered 12-inch fashion dolls. Any idea?
I am pleased and honored by your visit! This is my story; THIS MAY NOT BE YOUR BLOG. Go in peace, or witness the graceless/graced emergence of a blogger from the inside of his own head.
When I was a child, I used to talk as a child, think as a child, reason as a child; when I became a man, I put aside childish things. At present we see indistinctly, as in a mirror, but then face to face. At present, I know partially; then I shall know fully, as I am fully known.--Paul's First Letter to the Corinthians 13:11-12
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I think the first thing that comes to my mind is "I'm Afraid To Ask..." Love...
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