One hundred and fifty years back from January 01, 2013 - a piece of paper was signed in the not-quiteUnited (at that time, at least) States of America. A piece of paper - but by Presidential authority as commander in chief, it declared all in both the Union and Confederacy to be free. And one hundred and fifty years back from January 10, 2013, the London Underground (the world's oldest underground railway) opened. And these facts have, to the best of my knowledge, only one thing in common.
I think those may be some of the most dangerous words in the English language . Not so much because of themselves, but because of where they can take you. in the words of Bilbo Baggins - "It's a dangerous business, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no telling where you might be swept off to."
To the best of my knowledge, Narnia doesn't actually exist. Nor, as far as I'm aware, does Bilbo's Middle Earth. Nor the Chicago inhabited by Sara Paretsky's V.I. Warshawsky.
No. The dog didn't eat my blog posts. The doctor did.
Alright. She didn't eat them . But she did tell me not to post any. Apparently blogging was bad for my health. Of course, she said working was bad for my health as well, but I couldn't really stop doing that.
. Not so much because of themselves, but because of where they can take you. in the words of Bilbo Baggins - "It's a dangerous business, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no telling where you might be swept off to."
. But she did tell me not to post any. Apparently blogging was bad for my health. Of course, she said working was bad for my health as well, but I couldn't really stop doing that.