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, Signifying nothing. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Monday, March 19, 2007
I DON'T HAVE LONG TO WORRY
Last night we let the children select a TV show at 7:30. They just had to see The Winner on Fox network. We watched it for a few minutes and Ron and I looked at each other and said "No Way!" The children were not happy about our dislike of the program. I was worried about the popularity of this show for our grandchildren but after reading about it today and looking at various reviews, I am pretty sure it is not long for the world. Grandpa and I aren't the only people who don't like it. Critics have panned it and it should be short lived........I hope. Pityful, pityful show.
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