“ Most miracles occur in hindsight.
— Some Random Priest Dude, Joan of Arcadia. Why did this show get cancelled?
“ Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.
— Carrie Fisher. A very crazy, very funny woman if ever there was one.
“ Actresses or Real People Wanted For Television Weight Loss Segments
— craigslist posting for LA…gotta love the differentiation.
Generally speaking I am not a fan of going to the doctor. I always get horribly paranoid that there’s something wrong with me, something with no symptoms, but which will require immediate and invasive treatment. It doesn’t make a difference that my doctor is one of the nicest, most down-to-earth women possible. No matter how kind and helpful and non-judgmental of my craziness she is, every time I see her I am (a) quietly freaking out, and (b) thinking about how she sort of looks like Dr Maggie Walsh from Buffy:
Which, to be honest, doesn’t help.
(The following is a conversation that takes place between Anne, Susan, and a small neighbour boy named Bruce, during the years of World War I. The Kaiser they refer to is, of course, Wilhelm II, who was the last German emperor and King of Prussia. Written by L. M. Montgomery.)
“Do you know, Mrs. Blythe” - Bruce dropped to a “whispery” tone, edging a little nearer to Anne - “what I would like to do to the Kaiser if I could?”
“What would you like to do, laddie?”
“Norman Reese said in school today that he would like to tie the Kaiser to a tree and set cross dogs to worrying him,” said Bruce gravely. “And Emily Flagg said she would like to put him in a cage and poke sharp things into him. And they all said things like that. But Mrs. Blythe” - Bruce took a little square paw out of his pocket and put it earnestly on Anne’s knee - “I would like to turn the Kaiser into a good man - a very good man - all at once if I could. That is what I would do. Don’t you think, Mrs. Blythe, that would be the very worstest punishment of all?”
“Bless the child,” said Susan, “how do you make out that would be any kind of a punishment for that wicked fiend?”
“Don’t you see,” said Bruce, looking levelly at Susan, out of his blackly-blue eyes, “if he was turned into a good man he would understand how dreadful the things he has done are and he would feel so terrible about it that he would be more unhappy and miserable than he could ever be in any other way. He would feel just awful - and he would go on feeling like that forever. Yes” - Bruce clenched his hands and nodded his head emphatically, “yes, I would make the Kaiser a good man - that is what I would do - it would serve him ‘zactly right.”
A girl started a blog. But, because she had no idea what she was doing the next week, let alone the next year, she couldn't think of a fitting and snazzy title. Hence, a temporary title...appropriate to each moment in a series of temporary lives.
