Obsess With Me

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82325866866399729692009-10-31T21:54:31.082-07:00Obsess With MeKaleidoscope Frenzy, Sudoku Psychosis, Talking to Myself, and other mental aberrations that probably should embarrass me but they don'tJess D'Zertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028778162363430904noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232586686639972969.post-33554666446125936732009-10-31T21:54:00.000-07:002009-10-31T21:54:31.210-07:00William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags,What is't you do?Macbeth, Act IV Scene I

Jess D'Zertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028778162363430904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232586686639972969.post-74248889247720675042009-10-30T07:19:00.000-07:002009-10-30T07:19:00.243-07:00Tomorrow

Jess D'Zertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028778162363430904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232586686639972969.post-34898724152730989472009-10-29T07:17:00.000-07:002009-10-29T07:24:14.055-07:00Today

Jess D'Zertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028778162363430904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232586686639972969.post-58684358344965648682009-10-28T07:13:00.000-07:002009-10-29T07:23:35.724-07:00Yesterday

Jess D'Zertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028778162363430904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232586686639972969.post-81317326258123001002009-10-27T06:28:00.000-07:002009-10-29T07:23:10.559-07:00Poope-Noddie

" . . . the Poope-noddie's paramour . . . the Swil-bole's swinetroffe . . . "John Deacon, 1616Great American Smokeout 2009Coming soon to an ashtray near you!

Jess D'Zertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028778162363430904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232586686639972969.post-22761136203402040412009-10-26T16:10:00.000-07:002009-10-29T07:22:15.017-07:00Sorry, Byron, I couldn't help myself...

Gnash thy fangs! Yell loudly for the prey!The fiercest shall bear the cheese-fest prize away!

Jess D'Zertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028778162363430904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232586686639972969.post-26580093277869007752009-10-24T19:32:00.000-07:002009-10-24T19:32:00.613-07:00My Dog Dash

I have a dog of Blenheim birth,With fine long ears and full of mirth;And sometimes, running o'er the plain,He tumbles on his nose:But quickly jumping up again,Like lightning on he goes!'Tis queer to watch his gambols gay;He's very loving—in his way:He even wants to lick your face,But that is somewhat out of place.'Tis well enough your hand to kiss;But Dash is not content with this!Howe'er, let

Jess D'Zertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028778162363430904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232586686639972969.post-52233020281501792422009-10-23T15:24:00.000-07:002009-10-23T15:24:00.496-07:00Byron Forceythe Willson (1837 - 1867)

And the autumn songs of the Poet's soulAre set to the passionate griefOf Winds that sough and Bells that tollThe Dirge of the Falling Leaf.Autumn Song

Jess D'Zertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028778162363430904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232586686639972969.post-23201631783441975302009-10-22T15:02:00.000-07:002009-10-22T15:02:00.153-07:00It's Wednesday.

As in a buildingStone rests on stone, and wanting the foundationAll would be wanting, so in human lifeEach action rests on the foregoing event,That made it possible, but is forgottenAnd buried in the earth.Longfellow in Michael Angelo, Pt. v

Jess D'Zertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028778162363430904noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232586686639972969.post-39748205141637275802009-10-21T05:54:00.000-07:002009-10-21T14:48:30.956-07:00Yeah, me too.

“I am a sect by myself, as far as I know.”Thomas Jefferson(1743-1862)

Jess D'Zertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028778162363430904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232586686639972969.post-7889834227156690772008-06-26T15:02:00.000-07:002008-09-10T16:31:22.669-07:00Dancing thoughtless pleasure's mazes...

Jess D'Zertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028778162363430904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232586686639972969.post-92116981724230989672008-06-25T13:26:00.000-07:002008-09-10T13:41:05.449-07:00Lady Mary Wortley Montagu (1689-1762)

Writers of novels and romances in general bring a double loss on their readers,they rob them of both their time and money;representing men, manners, and things that never have been, nor are likely to be;either confounding or perverting history or truth, inflating the mind,or committing violence upon the understanding.

Jess D'Zertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028778162363430904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232586686639972969.post-71845110390582776172008-06-24T17:00:00.000-07:002008-08-24T18:10:16.041-07:00John Aikin (1747-1822)

The sunshine of life is made up of very little beams that are bright all the time.To give up something, when giving up will prevent unhappiness;to yield, when persisting will chafe and fret others;to go a little around rather than come against another;to take an ill look or a cross word quietly, rather than resent or return it...these are the ways in which clouds and storms are kept off,and a

Jess D'Zertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028778162363430904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232586686639972969.post-8004383187646069672008-06-23T16:26:00.000-07:002008-08-24T16:31:48.775-07:00Passe-Partout

Jess D'Zertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028778162363430904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232586686639972969.post-4726260986096006312008-06-22T05:45:00.000-07:002008-08-24T05:52:21.487-07:00Douglas Noël Adams (1952-2001)

Let us think the unthinkable, let us do the undoable.Let us prepare to grapple with the ineffable itself,and see if we may not eff it after all.

Jess D'Zertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028778162363430904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232586686639972969.post-51126857070685710452008-06-21T12:51:00.000-07:002008-07-25T13:35:28.855-07:00Ipecacuanha

"The vulgarity of inanimate things requires time to get accustomed to;but living, breathing, bustling, plotting, planning, human vulgarityis a species of moral ipecacuanha enough to destroy any comfort."~~ Thomas Carlyle"Oh, Tom, you ol' dotard! What a way with words you've got!"~~ Jess D'Zerts

Jess D'Zertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028778162363430904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232586686639972969.post-62671310475841185302008-06-20T12:21:00.000-07:002008-07-25T13:39:55.130-07:00War... Huh! What is it good for? Absolutely nothing.

The imponderables and the unforeseencannot be ignored in formulating foreign policy.That is why a preventive war should alwaysbe regarded as an act of criminal folly.Sumner Welles, American diplomat, (1892-1961)How many millions of tax dollars would be saved if we didn't have to pay the costof presidential retirement to George W. Bush for the rest of his life? Impeach now!

Jess D'Zertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028778162363430904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232586686639972969.post-32821152661855202602008-06-19T11:41:00.000-07:002008-07-25T12:16:09.344-07:00Custom doth make dotards of us all.

Thomas Carlyle (1795-1881)

Jess D'Zertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028778162363430904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232586686639972969.post-12952472801366027402008-06-18T11:22:00.000-07:002008-07-25T11:34:23.270-07:00Economy is in itself a great source of revenue.

Lucius Annaeus Seneca (4 B.C.-65 A.D.)

Jess D'Zertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028778162363430904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232586686639972969.post-23965955863536950662008-06-17T11:10:00.000-07:002008-07-25T11:17:18.148-07:00Edward F. Knight (1852-1925)

Waste not the smallest thing created,for grains of sand make mountains, and atomies infinity.Waste not the smallest time in imbecile infirmity,for well thou knowest that seconds form eternity.

Jess D'Zertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028778162363430904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232586686639972969.post-75114184085587769232008-06-16T10:30:00.000-07:002008-07-25T10:58:58.606-07:00Michel E. de Montaigne (1533-1592)

Courtesy is a science of the highest importance.It is like grace and beauty in the body,which charm at first sightand lead on to further intimacy and friendship.

Jess D'Zertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028778162363430904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232586686639972969.post-46759979985885916582008-06-15T06:35:00.000-07:002008-06-17T06:38:26.423-07:00English Garden

Jess D'Zertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028778162363430904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232586686639972969.post-18936307279020717642008-06-14T13:09:00.000-07:002008-06-14T15:08:18.478-07:00Fribble

Jess D'Zertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028778162363430904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232586686639972969.post-88917633378680147342008-06-13T11:58:00.000-07:002008-06-14T12:14:24.139-07:00Sir James Matthew Barrie (1860-1937)

When the first baby laughed for the first time,the laugh broke into a million pieces,and they all went skipping about.That was the beginning of fairies.Peter Pan

Jess D'Zertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028778162363430904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232586686639972969.post-8607450364630322892008-06-12T11:53:00.000-07:002008-06-14T11:57:27.422-07:00That man is the richest whose pleasures are the cheapest.

Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)

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