I have always had a weak spot in my heart and in the back of my mind for good stories. The story of a soldier. The story of a lover. The story of a father and provider. And I suppose these kinds of stories somewhat shaped my image of the man I wanted to call husband, and the friends I wanted to call brother and sister.
Last night I listened to some of these stories from one of my favorite artists, Billy Joel. He has an uncanny ability to capture the human condition into his songs, and I highly recommend clicking on one of those links up there if you’re looking for a good story.
Tell my wife I am trawling Atlantis,
And I still have my hands on the wheel.
Why not just call it like it is? Jihad are waging war on the world. And have been for some time.
Have no fear, I will continue writing this, but I have indeed started a new blog: The Married Minx, found here. I’m keeping my identity from the two blogs separate, but feel free to wander over and take a gander. This is the first and only time I will be plugging it on this blog.
Hubby’s most recent short, filmed and finished this weekend. Titled, The Bridge.
Why yes. This is the opera episode of Dexter’s Laboratory, perhaps the reason I never lost faith in cartoons of my generation. Enjoy!
My husband makes movies in his spare time. Good movies. This is the most recent production, in it’s extended form. Check it out. 🙂