Nous sommes ni purs, ni sages, ni bons
Wednesday, 22 June 2005 20:14I think I'm depressed. I'm in Southern California, the land of no culture. Whatsoever. The local paper has a Sports Section ten times larger than its World Affairs Section. There is nothing to do here. I can't wait to get back home... and then to France... *sigh* Good sigh, not bad sigh. Hopefully anyway. We may have offers on our house, which we are selling (it's a prerequisite that it get sold for going to France). So if all goes according to plan, we'll leave on the 21 juillet, and come back the 29 juillet. It's cutting it a bit close to August, but if we can't go for Bastille Day, we can at least go to the 210e anniversary of Robespierre's death *sobs*. Okay, I'm better now. *pets image of l'Incorruptible* I guess life's not that bad, (present company not included), I just wish I had more French Revolutionaries by me. And I want a kitten. I think I'll go to a shelter and get a little green-eyed kitten and name it Maximilien Robespierre. Then I can say to people I have a kitten and it's name is Max. Max? That's not very original, they'll say. And I'll say, well, actually, it's Maximilien Robespierre. *awed silence*.
Ha! If only. Oh and just a little something to brighten your day: apparently the House of Representatives has decided that flag-burning (that is, of the US flag), should be made illegal... and the Senate looks likely to follow. Bande des salauds! I better go burn all my American flags whilst I still can! *excuses self to go do that*
-Suzanne