A Sunday in March.
Originally uploaded by gina64.
We had ominous skies last week as I puttered around in the yard.
Oh, and don't forget - DST kicks in this weekend and you need to remember to set your clocks ahead on Saturday night!
We had ominous skies last week as I puttered around in the yard.
Oh, and don't forget - DST kicks in this weekend and you need to remember to set your clocks ahead on Saturday night!
The company my sister works for is having a fashion show today (back to school!) and Marty will be joining her on the catwalk, on the catwalk.
Next up: Heroin and an eating disorder.
The old saying goes, "March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb."
Not this year.
A mosaic of some photos I took while on vacation in Ireland in 1991.
I'm feeling a bit green today, and not in the good way, unfortunately. But, I think I'm well enough to go to work. Yay.
Enjoy the day, everyone. I'm off to find something green to wear.
When it comes to this show, getting all that information was like hitting the jackpot.
Although she was on my very last nerve through most of the show, Claire got back in my good graces at the end in the sweet scene with the baby. He is a cutie.
So, Eko is still cutting down trees. For a church, perhaps? He figures out that Jack and Locke have been storing an Other in the vault and asks to speak with him alone. I can only imagine the praying deal-making with God that went on in Henry Gale's head when he saw Eko walk in and shut the door behind him. It turns out, though, that Eko had come to redeem himself by confessing to Henry that he had killed two Others with his bare hands and asking Henry for his forgiveness. He then cuts the two little braids he has hanging off of his beard. This, from what I gather from around the Internets, has something to do with Ezekiel 5:1 - the growing of the beard as an expression of great sorrow and mourning and the cutting of the beard releasing him from the burden of their deaths.
Finally, on the subject of Henry Gale's apparently easy manipulation of Locke at the end. Some have found it implausible and out-of-character that the cool and perceptive Locke we've seen on the island would fall for such an obvious ploy on Henry's part to pit Jack and Locke against each other. But you know what? I think that Locke is very susceptible to that kind of psychological manipulation. He was manipulated right out of a kidney, he was manipulated right out of the guns and he currently spends his days pressing a button every 108 minutes for no reason except that someone said he had to. The man is play-doh.
Oh, and hey Sawyer?
Uncle Junior wants his glasses back!
Here he sits on my lap and watches out the window for people and cars to bark at.
(as a discarded Bugs Bunny clings to life)
I downloaded Google's free photo organizer/editor Picasa today, and I think I love it.