But enough about me, finally,
though wait, this is animate. So what
if I lied, I like delta shuffling out of my mind
while still pining true for the other kind of Blue.
Tomorrow, it ain't easy being green.
SPECIAL REMASTERED EDITION
'tis been three weeks since darkthroning mighty darkthroning, three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Where didst we go, right on?
Le cimetière, bien sûr. Excusez-moi, I'm a bit rusty.
A bit dusty.
Cleaning out the cobwebs.
Amazing how the muddy waters of work & faux scholarship are washed right out of my hair, though the rust did reappear. We strolled past a new Chinese restaurant/entertainment complex in the throes of construction which a nice older woman, after eyeballing us & concluding that we weren't a threat, told us is, hopefully, opening for business next month, glee to these ears, for the more Chinese cuisine, the merrier.
Approved snooping found odds, sods & ends; imposing Oriental baroque decor, the thick, gold & glass doors above all; grim animal statuary in a state of unpack; each scene immediately conjuring a Big Trouble In Little China motif, no more so than through the still-barred, second floor windows imprisoning the cooks whose wares, if not to the liking of the mahjong-shuffling Lady, would see them suffer a fate worse than the Hell Where People Are Skinned Alive: stuffed in a cargo container & shipped to an overseas animation studio.
Anyway, my shots were beyond poorly composed, we'll get 'em next time.
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after eyeballing us & concluding that we weren't a threat
Little does she know!
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That first paragraph, you just said the same thing over and over again. :)
Indeed!
((Hugs))
Laura
But did you find the girl with green eyes? And better Lo Pan than Bed Pan. Just couldn't capture the smells of back alley rotting veggies could you?
if, quiet, I don't want them to find out that I've sold out to work for The Man.
laura, thou shame each province of Canadastan with thy unfamiliarity with a most legendary moving celluloid reel!
demeur, I did, but she ran off with Jack Burton, the wench. There was a big faux (presumably) marble rooster I wanted to pilfer for my house.
Another head scratcher, unless that was a coded message about winning lottery numbers you deviously embedded in this post. Nice cloud shot, though.
Previous comment was mine.
That movie has the other Crow's favorite actress - Kim Cattrall. I knew you were a man of taste.
“Blue is the truly celestial color. It creates an atmosphere of calmness - not like green, which represents an earthly self-satisfied stillness; it creates a solemn, supernatural depth.”
“The deeper the blue becomes, the more strongly it calls man toward the infinite, awakening in him a desire for the pure and, finally, for the supernatural. It is the color of the heavens, the same color we picture to ourselves when we hear the sound of the word ‘heaven.’”
While my GPA may be exiled to academic Kamchatka by the Iron Lady, at least I can throw lovely quasi-theosophic Kandinsky quotes at you.
SWA, ancient Chinese secrets abound. The cloud shot's a tad too grainy, but I can live with it since I just love that blue.
susan, she was fantastic in that. Then there was Mannequin. Oh, John Carpenter, why did you not have 52 sequels to this movie?
thatgirl, if that happens, you be sure to tell the Iron Lady with much gusto that Kamchatka is the key to a Risk-y victory and that she can put that in her symposia and smoke it.
"What is your favorite color?"
"Green, no, blue!"
You must stop with the negative self talk immediately or the camera gods will .... do something to you. And you can bet it's going to be unpleasant.
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