Friday, 21 March 2014

Bossy asks Selfish to Think about Vancouver

On-line Bossy had been reading about the terrible weather in Vancouver Canada.  It's a funny thing, you see... the seasons are switched for Bossy & Selfish -- when it's summer in Canada it's winter in Ecuador.  What this means, is that while their friends and children in Canada are sweltering in global-warming-type hot summers, Bossy & Selfish are somewhat uncomfortable, having to wear a sweater, the odd day, when they go outside.  During this period, Bossy finds herself being just a tad -- just a tad that is -- resentful -- their friends & family (you know) bragging about their wonderful (!) weather.  

However, come the end of September and the news feeds are advising of terrible rain storms in Vancouver and then later absolutely abominable snow storms in Toronto -- and Bossy KNOWS these storms will last until well past February, into March and then maybe April (in Vancouver at least) and sometimes even into June.  She counts on her fingers (plus 5!) and smugly assures herself it's way more than the few months she had to endure wearing a sweater (sometimes) during the day in Cuenca, Ecuador.  

At that point Bossy generally feels better, hanging her head a bit -- but better. 

She knows it's a small thing within her,  but she can't seem to help herself. 




Vancouver (but only in the Spring)


Monday, 17 March 2014

Go Green


 Via:  Free Range


 Via:  Past Expiry


 Via:  Free Range


 Via:  Bird Brains


 Via:  Buni Comics






Friday, 14 March 2014

Tuesday, 11 March 2014

When There's a Shooting in the Street

How I longed to return to it! I licked at the air, trying to smell the desert's delicious dusty scent, but could not. How was I able to see it without smelling it? Did humans control scents as well as the temperature and the waters?  Is that what windows were for, to keep out scents? Why did they wish to put invisible barriers between themselves and the world? ~ Patrick Jennings, We Can't All Be Rattlesnakes #quote

Writers often have the cleanest windows, floors, fridges and toilets, the most up-to-date filing system or the best record for returning calls or e-mails because, in the moment, just about any task seems more palatable than sitting down to write. ~ Mark David Gerson, The Voice of the Muse: Answering the Call to Write #quote



Take off that darn fur coat!...Or maybe you'd like to have us open all the windows. ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald, Gatsby Girls #quote

There’s no magic line between an application and an operating system that some bureaucrat in Washington should draw. It’s like saying that as of 1932, cars didn’t have radios in them, so they should never have radios in them. ~ Bill Gates  #quote
We are wolves, which are wild dogs, and this is our place in the city. We are small and our house is small on our small urban street. We can see the city and the train line and it's beautiful in its own dangerous way. Dangerous because it's shared and taken and fought for.  That's the best way I can put it, and thinking about it, when I walk past the tiny houses on our street, I wonder about the stories inside them. I wonder hard, because houses must have walls and rooftops for a reason. My only query is the windows. Why do they have windows? Is it to let a glimpse of the world in? Or for us to see out? ~ Markus Zusak, Fighting Ruben Wolfe #quote


The monitor presently shows the Windows Blue Screen of Death, though this does not alarm him, as the BSoD is the universal screen saver in Hell. ~ Robert Olen Butler, Hell #quote

Windows are the eyes of the soulless ~ Thomas Ligotti, The Nightmare Factory #quote


We all have neighbours. Greet them on the sidewalk or in the elevator, but try not to peer through their windows. Windows are to look out from, not into. ~ Alexandra Stoddard, Grace Notes Co #quote

I discovered windows one afternoon and after that, nothing was ever the same. ~ Anne Spollen, The Shape of Water #quote

The Window to the Universe Opens Inward and Outward. ~ Daniel Lee Edstrom #quote

It is not real," he whispered. "This place is only a thought that has grabbed hold of you. It cannot harm you. You are not of this place, and it has no power over you. You do not need it, nor do you owe it your allegiance." I nodded, listening only to his words and not to the rattling of the windows, which had begun as soon as we stepped inside. ~ Rita Murphy, Bird #quote

The sun tells the best joke of a day full of them, setting so spectacularly that you can almost smell the tropical paradise lazing somewhere over this rim of endless, grey socialist towers. Miles of square windows explode orange, red, and purple, like a million TV sets broadcasting the apocalypse. Clouds unspool. The sky drains of birds. ~ Tod Wodicka, All Shall Be Well; And All Shall Be Well; And All Manner of Things Shall Be Well #quote

He left the drapes open, watched the lights of the cars and of the fast food joints through the window glass, comforted to know there was another world out there, one he could walk to anytime he wanted. ~ Neil Gaiman, American Gods #quote


Outside, the sleet had gotten thicker. You could hear it pebbling against the large glass windows, you could see it swirling wildly through the spotlights of street lamps. It was the kind of night when you might expect to see a skeleton flying through the air, its ragged black shroud flapping in the wind. ~ Dan Chaon, Stay Awake  #quote
People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within. ~ Elisabeth Kubler-Ross #quote

A house without books is like a room without windows. ~ Horace Mann #quote

We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it. ~ Tennessee Williams, The Milk Train Doesn't Stop Here Anymore #quote

Bare heights of loneliness...a wilderness whose burning winds sweep over glowing sands, what are they to HIM? Even there He can refresh us, even there He can renew us. ~ Amy Carmichael #quote

Every face, every shop, bedroom window, public-house, and dark square is a picture feverishly turned--in search of what? It is the same with books. What do we seek through millions of pages? ~ Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room #quote

When there's shooting in the street, don't go near the window.  #HowToBePerfect by Ron Padgett