Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Slim and Franke
Happy New Year
Thursday, February 08, 2007
SEE MY FISH!
The picture I posted of my fish has stayed on my blog almost 24 hours. Hip, hip hooray! Now, watch it disappear just because I am bragging. I didn't do a thing. It just worked.