Being indifferently honest
Hamlet: I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them…
Calling Mars to be our new home
“Are you sure you want the ‘brick red’ tint added to the concrete?” asked the landscaper. “Sure” said Adam. “It will match the bricks to the house.” “Are you positive?” The incredulity was starting to tell me he did not agree with our choice. “Yes!” “Okay then…” The morning of the job, I had to take the kids…
Time to censor the language
Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah-di Blah blah-blah…..!! The sounds of the kid’s babble at 6.00pm sounds like the above, a symphony of abrasive taunts to my ears, and I ignore it successfully – usually. Adam: Are you listening to them? Karen: I listen to this all day. Can’t I tune out now…
