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
Monday, January 19, 2015
NAME THE PLACE
Question Of The Week January 19, 2015
Where do you go to get on your computer?
First to my computer, then to my Kindle to watch movies while I ride my exercise bike:)