Those who live in memories are never really dead. " The House At Riverton
Beware the anger of a patient man.
I blame Jeb for letting you be such a smart aleck. ” I stared at her. “I blame you for altering my DNA! I mean, I have wings, lady! What were you thinking?
Yeah,” said Iggy. “But what now? Let’s do something fun. ” I guess being on the run from bloodthirsty Erasers and insane scientists wasn’t enough fun for him. Kids today are so spoiled.
Do I open it? Do I open it? Of course I freaking open it!
My life would never contain a convenient, pain-saving plan when it could stretch a problem out into an endless agony of uncertainty and torture.
What are you doing in there, waxing your mustache?” Iggy yelled, pounding on the bathroom door. I yanked the door open and pushed him backward hard, making him stagger. “I don’t have a mustache, you idiot!” Iggy giggled and put his arms up to protect himself in case I punched him. “And you know what?” I added. “You don’t have one either. Well, maybe in a couple years. You can always hope. ” I left him in the hallway, anxiously fingering his upper lip.
Is Stephen Harper using the imagined fear of widespread security threats to score political points before the next election?
I also think the party needs to work on a couple different fronts. There are so many fault lines within the party: conservative vs. moderate, the more fiscally minded Republicans vs. the more socially minded Republicans, the Old Guard - the sort of Newt Gingrich-Karl Rove Republican - vs. the New Guard - the Michael Steele-Sarah Palin sort of emerging sect of the party. And the party has to decide what direction it's going to go in.
Too late. It's hatched.
Contrary to the rumors you have heard, I was not born in a manger. I was actually born on Krypton and sent here by my father, Jor-El, to save the planet Earth.