"Full Fathom five my father lies

His bones they are of coral made

Those are the pearls that were his eyes

And nothing of him doth fade

But he doth suffer a sea change

Into something rich and strange

Sea Nymphs hourly ring his knell

Ding dong, Ding dong, Ding dong Bell

I was a great memorizer - could memorize as much stuff as I wanted, and it would fade when I no longer needed it. But I never memorized that one. It just stuck. And unlike what I deliberately memorized stayed with me.

Little backbrain picking up rhymes and trotting them out to apply, sometimes bizarrely. I've heard that "suffer a sea change into something rich and strange" and never knew it was Shakespeare.

No opinions on the butterscotch chips? Oatsmeal and butterscotch--both Scottish things, right? Add a little single malt to the dough for good measure? What do you think?

Oh, football, what the hell.

That sounds amazing, Beverly.

"Let me lick you up and down until you stay stop."

Ahhhhh! Good one.

I have cupcakes in the oven and am already sad about how late it's going to be before they are frosted.

....and I just went to check on them, and I way overfilled them! I guess they will still be cute, but I have lost my touch!

I've had oatmeal butterscotch cookies and heartily endorse them.

Ahhhhh! Good one.

The only Pandora channel I've remotely enjoyed this much is the "Carry On Wayward Son" which indeed feels like a brief Dean tutorial. I'm getting my second MJ song, and repeatedly it's told me I like "extensive vamping"--what's that?

Also, I'm so East Coast+selected Tupac. Can't beat California Love, IMO, unless it's Montell Jordan. Well, and anything off "Off The Wall". And BBD. Boyz II Men.

New Edition isn't bad, either.

If anyone wants to make their own not-a-ninja-turtle-but-has-kick cookie recipe: [link]

So that didn't work out as well as one would hope. I guess they taste good and look OK, but I just did buttercream frosting and the kitchen was too hot, and bleh. Whatever -- I can't even go to the potluck anyway!

No opinions on the butterscotch chips? Oatsmeal and butterscotch--both Scottish things, right?

I love that combination.

Poetry memorized...

Glory be to God for dappled things
For skies of couple colour as a brinded cow
For rose moles all in stipple upon trout that swim....
Fresh fire-coal chestnut falls, finches wings
Landscape plotted and pieced - fold, fallow and plow
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim

All things counter, original, spare, strange
Whatever is fickle, freckled - who knows how?
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change
Praise him