Ewan in a kilt.... imagine a whole calendar of that.
Goodbye and Good Riddance 2004: Well, I Wasn't Expecting That.
Every year we watch the Charlie Brown special, do the Snoopy dance, wish everybody a Merry Christmukkah, and thank our Secret Santas in the good riddance thread. Which is this one, in case you were wondering. Oh, and 2004? Don't think we've forgotten about you.
After careful recollection of 2004, this is my year end poem (Yeats, of course):
I know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate, Those that I guard I do not love; My country is Kiltartan Cross, My countrymen Kiltartan's poor, No likely end could bring them loss Or leave them happier than before. Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, Nor public men, nor cheering crowds, A lonely impulse of delight Drove to this tumult in the clouds; I balanced all, brought all to mind, The years to come seemed waste of breath, A waste of breath the years behind In balance with this life, this death.
Sorry to be a downer. I'm still parsing Lysana's latest.
I would have one, for real.
imagine a whole calendar of that
t Wibble. More wibble.
I'll be in Lee's bunk.
No kidding... that cut through the McNulty-oost, which is quite severe at the moment.
I'll be in Lee's bunk.
Woohoo!
:: McNulty in his street blues, kicking back and digging the briefing... I almost get that non-het thing.
Lee's bunk will be crowded, come the millenium.
Wait. The millenium came.
See? Gus is right, again!
Yum.
Just, Yum.
Ewan and more Ewan and some more Ewan.
OMG. I need someone to make me a wallpaper montage of Ewan in kilts. It might actually replace the one of JM on a motorcycle.