The Most Dangerous Place In The World

I cried when I watched this.

I ask anyone who doesn't agree with this video to either come up with some logical argument or contradictory evidence (if you can find any), or else keep your defense of your 'choice' to yourself.

This video does not belong to me. I did not make it. I do, however, agree with it.

I will write something wonderful...tomorrow...

What ever have I been doing lately? Lets see shall we...


"Calvin: You can't just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood. 
Hobbes: What mood is that? 
Calvin: Last-minute panic." 
— Bill Watterson

"It is awfully hard work doing nothing. However, I don't mind hard work where there is no definite object of any kind. -Algernon" 
— Oscar Wilde (The Importance of Being Earnest and Other Plays)


"If it weren't for the last minute, nothing would get done." 
— Rita Mae Brown

"Never postpone until tomorrow what you can postpone until the day after." 
— Raoul Wallenberg (Letters and Dispatches 1924-1944)


"As a writer, I need an enormous amount of time alone. Writing is 90 percent procrastination: reading magazines, eating cereal out of the box, watching infomercials. It's a matter of doing everything you can to avoid writing, until it is about four in the morning and you reach the point where you have to write. Having anybody watching that or attempting to share it with me would be grisly."
— Paul Rudnick

All quotes courtesy of goodreads. No idea is wholly new, all things have roots in something else. These do however belong to the people who originally conceived them in this form. As most people are, at least at times, a trifle vain I have hopes that no one will mind me spreading their word-children about.

I wish you well on all of your projects for 'tomorrow,'
Rita

May Photo Vote

May is over now, so as goodbye, I thought I would post some of my favorite pics from this past month's posts and ask for your vote. Which one is your favorite? Did you like one better that I didn't post here? What do you like/think about them?

http://fromyesterdaystomorrow.blogspot.com/2011/05/magnolia-buds.html

http://fromyesterdaystomorrow.blogspot.com/2011/05/violets.html

http://fromyesterdaystomorrow.blogspot.com/2011/05/spring-is-like-child.html

http://fromyesterdaystomorrow.blogspot.com/2011/05/raspberry-shoots-and-such.html

http://fromyesterdaystomorrow.blogspot.com/2011/05/bee-autiful-day.html

http://fromyesterdaystomorrow.blogspot.com/2011/05/raspberry-shoots-and-such.html

Thanks for doping in! Hope you had a lovely May and Hope you have a better June!

A Bee-autiful Day

While I was geting photos for my last post, a couple of bees found their way into my shots. I rather like bees I think, so long as they don't try and land on anything that isn't a flower. ;D  Any way I hope nobody gets stung this spring/summer! oh and forgive the puns if you can, I'm feeling silly today!

 

'Here's a dandy looking flower! And all mine too!'

'I havvve alwayzzz lovvved lilaczzz....'

'I zhould go tell the otherz...hmm, maybe it can wait a minute or two...'

Spring is like a Child

    Spring is like a child, new and fresh and alive. She wants to do everything at once and the world lights up with her efforts...

      When you walk out the door you can smell the lilacs, every time you just want to bury your face in them. The ditches are turning gold with dandelions and all their yellow heads. A soft mist of violets is spreading in the cool shade. Apple blossoms and those of the plums are turning the orchard in to a white garland' fairy hall. The sky seems bluer each day as the rain washes the fading of winter away. A green mantle slowly settles over the trees and new planted fields. The mushrooms are popping, drawing hungry searchers from their daily tasks; they bring their bounty home to join asparagus and chives in bringing new flavors to their tables. Windows are thrown open to the sound of birds and children rejoicing in this season so filled with life.  

~*~*~*~

Lilacs are one of my favorite things about May

Follow the yellow bordered road!

Apple Blossoms

'Goldfinch in the Birch,' taken by a friend

Violets

I needed to post to satisfy my conscience. So enjoy the violets.

Corel Photo edited 

Original

Complete and Utter Nonsense: A conversation from the editing room

Tip tap. Tip click click. Clack tap tip tap. Tipcalckclicktaptaptipcicktip.

“You can’t post that!”

“Why ever not? It’s better than your suggestion anyway.”

“Why not! Because it’s complete nonsense that’s why not! And what is the matter with my idea?”

“Your idea is boring! Who wants to read about the most common causes of head-aches?”

“It’s useful and interesting! Lots of people get headaches; don’t you think they want to know why?”

“Only people like you would find that interesting! If they want to know they can look it up on a medical or  self-help site like,medicinenet, sixwise, or who.int/mediacentre, not on my blog!”

“But what-“

“NO!”

“Well you still can’t post that.”

“Why the dickens not?”

“It has no point for one thing!”

“What do you mean it doesn’t have a point? It has a point, you’re just missing it!”

“If I’m missing it I seriously doubt anyone else is going to get it!”

“You’re just being obstinate! You won’t admit that my idea is better than yours.”

“I won’t admit it because it isn’t true! You can’t expect to post that and still have readers by this time tomorrow.”

“I won’t have readers if there is nothing to read! I have to post something today!”

“Oh come on! You can’t tell me that that’s the only thing you can come up with!”

“Well it is alright….I just can’t think of anything today.”

“Why can’t you just wait ‘till you come up with something better?”

“If I wait I’ll never post. You know what a procrastinator I am. Besides it’s not that bad… is it?”

“You know that dream you told me about, with the bear cubs and the peanut butter.”

“Yeah…what about it?”

“That made more sense.”

“Oh…”

“You know maybe you could just add ‘you’re nuts’ to the options at the bottom of your posts. You might actually get some feedback that way.”

“Is it really that bad?”

“Yes. But post it anyway. I want to see how many people agree with me on the state of your mental health.”

“….….!”

“I’m kidding alright! Just post it and stop moping. You’re giving me a headache!”

“Really? Am I on that list of yours?”

Bang thonk bump. Thump thud clunk……

On the Wall Sat a Cat...

     On the back courtyard wall of a long-standing town house, sat a calico cat. She surveyed a flock of sparrows, scattered on and below a little black feeder (set there for their use,) with the detached interest of her kind. She was Cook's favorite after all, and needn't worry about catching sparrows for her supper; besides mice were much fatter and the rewards ever so much nicer. (The last time she caught a sparrow she had been jabbed severely with the broom. Whenever she caught a mouse she received a fine dish of buttermilk and the choice leavings off the humans table, they were rather wasteful creatures weren't they?) 

     Her pastime was interrupted quite abruptly when, with a beating of many small wings, the sparrows took off all together in a cloud of brown feathered bodies. The cause of this disarray continued running, completely disregarding, (as humans are wont to do,) the disturbance he had caused.

     Now what is that human kit' up to now? wondered the cat as she stretched contemplatively. With a final twitch of her tail she set off along the wall to where, in a corner behind the little wagon cook used for market goods and such, the human child had stopped.

     Curling her tail around her paws, she settled down to observe this careless intruder to her domain: He was a breathless boy of seven or eight with sun faded brown hair and a jam stained shirt.  

Free domain photo from http://en.wikipedia.org

     This was a writing exercise I set myself a few months ago. The first version was a very boring run of sentiences:There was a cat sitting on the wall. Below the wall there was a bird feeder. The cat watched the birds. Then a boy came running by. The boy stopped at the corner of the wall. The cat walked to the corner and watched him. Very dull, but it did serve to jump-start my imagination. I have no idea what comes next but I liked the way it came out. Who knew writing a cat would be so much fun? Any way I am trying to write something on here instead of always posting photos. There is nothing wrong with only having photos I suppose, but it was not what I intended to do to begin with and I rather feel as though I am hiding behind them. Any way I thought I'd see what you all thought of this little snippet.