precious moments

Sometimes I wonder how many people will die and the leave the best parts of themselves scattered across the blogosphere, and whether that will interest anyone. Will they do a bunch of research and write a biography that sells a million copies and becomes a movie of the week earning billions of dollars in advertsing revenue for a television station. Other times I'm more introspective and philosphical, and during those times I like to finger paint while enjoying a delightful beverage, Nescafe perhaps. I stare off into the distance in a contemplative manner and somebody captures the moment for diplay on the side of a bus.