Oh by the way, folks,
Today we wish a fond Happy Birthday to Julie Andrews, born in 1935. She's my favorite actress.
She's really great in roles that demand feminine strength of character instead of just raw sexiness. In Mary Poppins she made a great movie absolutely perfect. In The Sound Of Mucus she made a maudlin sappy excuse of a movie almost bearable.
And that reminds me of a story.
Once upon a time there was a spiritualistic zen-master who spent 10 hours a day walking barefoot on cinder pathways, so he had really thick calluses on his feet. His diet was nothing but onions and he ate only one onion a day, so he was very weak and scrawny, and he always had onion on his breath. So he was a Super-Callused Fragile Mystic Hexed By Halitosis.
Yesterday's Maryland Food Bank giveaway went nicely. The organizers asked me to bring some "heavy things that'll keep the registration papers from blowing away" so I happily complied by bringing several pieces of old broken bricks, which I've got oodles of.
And so today I've got another chiro-quack-quack knee jerk, and then there'll be a church pot luck dinner but I forget just now what the presento is gonna be about.
Signs of life