Past Perfect Senses

You know. They should have released Alice on 27 January 2010, Lewis Carroll's birthday. My birthday. Because then I would have felt truly special. But since the world does not revolve around me...

Acting to the tips of her fingers.

Helena Bonham Carter. The Red Queen (slash Queen of Hearts). Vain, capricious, child-like. Reminded me of...um...someone. Reminded me of...ahem...Rule 65. Reminded me of...er...that I never have to settle when it comes to films.

Or maybe even when it comes to life, in general---

"Well, now that we HAVE seen each other," said the Unicorn, "if you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you. Is that a bargain?"

Yes, if you like.

And having thus agreed, I would consider myself bound to comply, because:

A man’s acts, conduct, and declarations, wherever made, if voluntary, are admissible against him, for the reason that it is fair to presume that they correspond with the truth, and it is his fault if they do not.

To not do so would thus make me liable for damages (or worse).

But. Corollarily, I would expect my Unicorn to consider itself similarly obligated.

And if it doesn't?

I will remind it of its undertaking.

And if it still doesn't?

I will try again.

And if a million times it doesn't?

Then maybe it is trying to tell me something. (C'mon, Unicorn, I thought you believed in me??)

At any rate, should I suffer under the premises, it is the fault of my Unicorn's---making me believe that it believes in me. So in the end I should be able to take home maybe a gift-wrapped box of Distress.

Ou est ma chatte?

'Well, "TOVES" are something like badgers--they're something like lizards--and they're something like corkscrews.'

'They must be very curious looking creatures.'

'They are that,' said Humpty Dumpty: 'also they make their nests under sun-dials--also they live on cheese.'

So Humpty Dumpty did not tell me where my cat is, but I wonder what kind of cheese toves like?

I like the ones that look soft and clean and especially the ones that look like they're going to melt even if I'm only about to get near them.

Like:

Soft white cheeses: Brie de Melun, Camembert de Normandie,
Sharpham, Brillat Savarin, Capricorn Goat

Mont d'Or

World Cheese Book---you inspire, you enlighten.

By chance, are you from Marseille? where, some weeks ago, serve-and-volley proved it isn't dead, and the one-handed backhand proved too pretty to lose?

Michael Llodra: Pressure-Putter, Prettyshotmaker.
Open 13 Vainqueur 2010.

No?

That's okay.

I don't really have a cat anyway.

:) :( :)