Dum Vivimus, Vivamus: So weak.

So, it's 9:34 on St. Patrick's Day, and I'm just settling down to drink my first(and only) beer of the day.

Lame, Lame, Lame. Tuesday night drinking holiday's during Cats rehearsals are lame.

statement

"What did I want?

I wanted the hurtling moons of Barsoom. I wanted Storisende and Poictesme, and Holmes shaking me awake to tell me, "The games' afoot!" I wanted to float down the Mississippi on a raft and elude a mob in company with the Duke of Bilgewater and the Lost Dauphin. I wanted Prester John and Excalibur held by a moon-white arm out of a silent lake. I wanted to sail with Ulysses and with Tros of Samothrace and eat the lotus in a land that seemed always afternoon.

I wanted the feeling of romance and the sense of wonder I had known as a kid. I wanted the world to be what they had promised me it was going to be -- instead of the tawdry, lousy, fouled-up mess it is."
-- Glory Road, Robert Heinlein

Dum Vivimus, Vivamus

Why?

3.17.2015

So weak.

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