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psycho!! Norman Bates one of my all time favs.

"mother" "mother"
Sassy Sundry said…
I don't have to. I remember it all. Eeee eee eee. (I'll look later.)
Scout said…
Both of you, you're imagery makes me shiver--Norman calling for his "Mother" and the screeching violins--ewww
Taihae said…
how on earth do you post videos?? ive been trying to do that for weeks!
Scout said…
Taihae, I'm afraid I can't be much help there. I can copy the html from youtube that is in the embed box, though. So I suppose if you put your videos there, and then you could post it that way.
Sassy Sundry said…
That works.
Anonymous said…
hey rob....was up and just lookin through your blog...gosh ur busy. i could never keep a daily diary as u are. looks great tho...very professional. talk to you soon.
steve
Scout said…
Hey Steve. You left a note! I guess it's no different than the way I cram everything into my pockets--just like to keep all my thoughts in one spot. Sometimes they're like crumbled up old receipts, and sometimes they're like a wad of ones with an old mint stuck in the middle.
Sassy Sundry said…
You forgot the lint. Don't forget the lint.
dive said…
Mmm … lint … When you're stuck on the train and there's nothing left to eat …
Scout said…
The lint thing is very funny. We missed you, Dive.

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