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
Happy New Year
Monday, November 05, 2007
BLOG RETURN IS IMMINENT
We are home:-) Enjoy this test pattern until I return to blog world. Must rest, must rest, must rest........zzzzzzzzzzzzz
Welcome back -- now get some rest!
ReplyDeleteGlad your back:)
ReplyDeleteHow cool. Where did you get that old test pattern? Your sister is sooo happy you are home!
ReplyDeleteThat's so cool....
ReplyDeleteand unfortunately I remember those test patterns.