I had an interesting message on my answering machine yesterday. It was one of those annoying telemarketing calls asking people to vote for a certain candidate, but this one had an amusing twist.
The recording talked about how the candidate was trying to keep jobs in Michigan, but the call was from Wyoming according to the Caller ID. I was laughing so hard at the contradiction that I forgot what candidate the call was asking me to vote for.
On an unrelated note, today would have been Jim Henson's 70th birthday.
The recording talked about how the candidate was trying to keep jobs in Michigan, but the call was from Wyoming according to the Caller ID. I was laughing so hard at the contradiction that I forgot what candidate the call was asking me to vote for.
On an unrelated note, today would have been Jim Henson's 70th birthday.
I am a teller of stories, a weaver of dreams. I can dance, sing, and in the right weather I can stand on my head. I know seven words of Latin, I have a little magic, and a trick or two. I know the proper way to meet a Dragon, I can fight dirty but not fair, I once swallowed thirty oysters in a minute. I am not domestic, I am a luxury, and in that sense, necessary.- The Storyteller