genesis 1:27a

zippy ben departs for NYC this week to see his sweet little nymph of a girlfriend, sarah. god speed...you will be missed.


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just for fun. utterly meaningless enjoyment to take the hard edge of of life for just a moment...



last night i watched Spy Game with jayne and ricky over a pizza...

never seen it before. what can one say? my tongue was trailing on the floorboards at the time and so i really was without speech for most of it. not since SATC has there been so much sartorial admiration in the room.

and as for mr pitt. well. some months back, designing our pin-up calendar of the year, (12 months divided amongst those present, pick your 'pin ups', be prepared to justify your choices using pie charts & graphs as necessary, no repeats.) i filled 3/4 of the year without taking a breath. this man was one of the 'well, duh!' men to be included. no discussion needed. at least one of the queens of light & darkness (TM mccleary), aka mo and lynn, included robert redford in the mix...at the time i conceded that as representative older male he was a fairly fine example. great actor, a talented director and a good head of hair. an icon. but, all things are relative. all i can say is, ladies, if you should think there is any actual competition to be had, this'll cure ya... even monsieur depp can't compete with this... i'm sorry... i'll wash myself in holy water for that bit of blaspheming... mo, pass chris a paper bag, he's hyperventilating.

spy game is quite frankly a cinematic masterpiece. evidence is below.

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ricky contemplated that life might be more exciting if we bought ourselves some water pistols, sychronised our watches and just started living like we were spies. a compelling proposition. i asked if we might all choose code names. affirmative. sweet.

less than an hour later, and with no code name even yet selected i had my first mission. an agent known as the poet out in the field (okay, edinburgh) was lost in alien territory and texted with their location to ask me to pull up some online schematics and find them a route to their safe house. it took me less than a minute. life kicks ass when you live like you're a spy.

let the game begin. no one knows the day or the hour. but one of these days, mcquillan, mcconkey...one of these days...

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thanks to MB for some new additions to my collection...

hope of the states - the lost riots
low - the great destroyer

LB, x