"17 minutes by foot?" Whom did that on-line route planner hire to determine
that time, Usain Bolt?
I mean, look: I sang* the entirety of
Five Hundred Miles,
Hotel California,
My Bonnie,
Mrs. Robinson,
Yesterday,
Dust in the Wind,
Herr Deine Liebe, and the parts of
Loch Lomond that I remember: that's how long it took, a good thirty minutes, despite my brisk pace (and my feet in asics GT-2100).
...what? Girl scout? Not me; my BFF of teenage years was a scout**, though. We spent many an afternoon in her cozy room with tea & her guitar. & ;-)
* It was raining heavily, and there were no people around. Don't worry unduly.
** no such division in Germany.In less folk(ish)-song-related news, since I was home this weekend, with proper access, I have started to catch up with my tv.
So, as my icon indicates, I've watched the second episode of
True Blood. What? I'm a sucker for...wait, let me try this again. I really crave -- oh, bloody hell: Give me a twisted vampire story, and I'm game
-face.
( True Blood )( Dexter 3x01 )( SGA 5x10 First Contact )Exercises now. I hear the doctor is in, and mean as ever. Speaking of ever: If you were waiting for a chance to make my over-worked and under-fanned self happy, you can totally do it by telling me about aby good Cameron/Thirteen fanfic you come across.
Finally, of course:
L'shanah tovah!