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
Thursday, January 01, 2009
HOW ARE YOU STARTING 2009?
We hope your celebrations didn't leave you looking like Slim today. HAPPY NEW YEAR DEAR FRIENDS!!!!! (Don't forget to watch the Rose Parade .)
NOTICE THE JANUARY, 2009 "COLOR ME WHO" CONTEST HAS STARTED.