Wait…really? Whoa!
edited to add: make that four!
Wait…really? Whoa!
edited to add: make that four!
Inspirational, that’s for sure.
Is there where I confess that until 34 mins ago, I’d never heard of Ezra Jack Keats?
Is this where I confess that I sometimes fail to complete tasks that are at least an order of magnitude lower in complexity? Is this where I confess that I once went on holiday without remembering to close the front door of our row house? Or that I can go shopping for three items and forget two? Or that even if I have a list and check it repeatedly, I often still forget an important item? Is this where I confess that I went shopping three times today, and I still forgot the flour (that was on the list)?
The Snowy Day was, along with the works of Eric Carle and Ed Emberly, deeply influential on the very small me.
Is this where I confess that sometimes I read a story that’s posted on a website I don’t like, so I search around for the same story on a different website before I share it? I tell myself that it’s because I want to fact check an unreliable source (which is true), but really it’s mainly because I don’t want people to think I read the first website.
Is this where I confess I still have an air conditioner to remove from a window?
Isn’t his work the best though, and interesting for when he did it?
Is this where I confess I’m glad to see it’s your lucky day?
I confess I have such a man-crush on David Mitchell and can’t stop watching youtube clips of him on QI and Would I Lie to You. And I’m so impressed by the in the moment intelligent humor on those shows compared to anything I’ve ever seen in the States.
Is this where I confess that I don’t rake a single leaf until spring? This must be where I confess that I mow the dang things and the rest sit in the flower beds all winter?
Winter mulch. Sounds good!
Is this where I confess that I think Bob Dylan is and always has been highly overrated?
The Kids in the Hall ruined The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari for me, as I watched their comedy series before seeing the film, so when Cesar appeared I yelled “Manservant Hecubus!”
Is this where I confess I still have to look up the difference in usage between “may” and “might” for possible, factual potentialities pertaining to the future?
It may be.
Is this where I confess that I’m not the real jsroberts? My name is Ryan.
Interesting aside: the most successful pirate of the Golden Age of PIracy was almost a namesake – John Roberts, a.k.a. Bartholomew Roberts, a.k.a. Black Bart:
Is this where I confess that shall we meet, I will be forced to hang you from the nearest yardarm?
Is this where I confess that I just took down all the x-mas crap in hopes that the end of 2016 could be hastened? (And because I’m SO done with the special needs cat fuckin’ with the damned tree?)
Is this where I guess that people who celebrates Christmas - but not all twelve days of it are dead to me?
Seriously - there’s 75% of Christmas to go!