It may be chilly and overcast today, but it is still my favorite time of the year.
Saturday, March 29, 2014
Saturday, March 1, 2014
A Life That Wasn't Black and White
Playing around with Paint and Dorothy Parker.
She was an interesting person who seemed terribly sad.
She was an interesting person who seemed terribly sad.
rendered using my mouse (at work, don't tell)
But, she was the queen of humorous, pithy and acerbic comments:
"Men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses.
A hangover is the wrath of grapes.
What fresh hell is this?
Don't look at me in that tone of voice.
The first thing I do in the morning is brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue.
Beauty is skin deep, but ugly goes clean to the bone.
There's a hell of a distance between wise-cracking and wit. Wit has truth in it; wise-cracking is simply calisthenics with words.
That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment."
"Men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses.
A hangover is the wrath of grapes.
What fresh hell is this?
Don't look at me in that tone of voice.
The first thing I do in the morning is brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue.
Beauty is skin deep, but ugly goes clean to the bone.
There's a hell of a distance between wise-cracking and wit. Wit has truth in it; wise-cracking is simply calisthenics with words.
That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment."
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