When I was posing for this picture, I had that old Billy Joel song on – ‘Only the Good Die Young’ Somewhat of a coincidence, or was it??
Come out Virginia, don’t let ‘em wait You Catholic girls start much too late Aw but sooner or later it comes down to faith Oh I might as well be the one
Well, they showed you a statue, told you to pray They built you a temple and locked you away Aw, but they never told you the price that you pay For things that you might have done Only the good die young That’s what I said Only the good die young Only the good die young
You might have heard I run with a dangerous crowd We ain’t too pretty we ain’t too proud We might be laughing a bit too loud Aw but that never hurt no one
So come on Virginia show me a sign Send up a signal and I’ll throw you the line The stained-glass curtain you’re hiding behind Never let’s in the sun Darlin’ only the good die young
Fluff, hurt/sick, holiday, valentine’s day, drabble, one shot
“Hi, I’m looking for the Doctor?” Rose said breathlessly as she arrived at Urgent Care.
The lady behind the counter pursed her lips. “Which one, love?”
Rose closed her eyes and shook her head as if to clear it. “Sorry. I mean Noble. Doctor John Noble. He’s a patient.”
“Ah! I see,” the woman tapped a few keys on her computer. “He’s in room 160, down the hall on the left.” She pointed.
“Thank you,” Rose said hastily as she turned away and hurried in the direction the woman had indicated, her boots clicking rapidly on the mottled yellow linoleum. She sailed past several glass walls with curtains drawn, room numbers embossed on plastic tiles that were epoxied firmly on the door frames. 120… 140… 160! She flew through the door, jerking the curtain aside–and there he was, stretched out on the bed, several pillows propped behind his head and back, and a couple of ice packs draped across his ankle.
“Rose!” he cried, a grin splashed broadly across his face. “You’re here!”
She was at his side in an instant, bending to give him an awkward and painfully tight hug. “Of course I’m here, you plum! God, what happened?” She sat on the edge of the bed and he winced slightly as the mattress shifted.
Rose arched an eyebrow. “Puppies?”
“Yes, puppies.” The Doctor grimaced. “Puppies. In our back garden. I didn’t see one of them and tripped backwards over it. Got myself a nice concussion to go with my sprained ankle.”
“Oh my god… hold on a second…” She furrowed her brow, sitting up straighter. “What were puppies doing in our back garden?”
The Doctor chewed the inside of his bottom lip and studiously avoided her gaze. “Well… it was either that or the living room, and I wasn’t sure you were quite ready for that…”
She blinked several times, mouth moving in an attempt to form words, but nothing came out at first. “What?” she finally squeaked.
The Doctor grinned sheepishly. “Happy Valentine’s Day?”
Displayed along the 400-foot-long walkway that hugs the glass curtain wall on the second level of the Rose Center for Earth and Space, the Scales of the Universe vividly illustrates the vast range of sizes in the universe, from subatomic particles and objects on the human scale to the largest objects in the observable cosmos. The exhibit features realistically rendered planets, including a 9-foot-diameter model of Jupiter and Saturn with rings 17 feet in diameter, that hang from the ceiling.
The 87-foot diameter Hayden Sphere at the center of the Rose Center serves as a central reference for illustrating the relative sizes of galaxies, stars, planets, cells, and atoms, with text panels and models that invite visitors to make different sets of comparisons. For example, if the sphere represents the Milky Way galaxy, a typical star cluster within it is the size of a baseball. If the sphere is taken to be the Sun, Earth would be the size of a grapefruit.
We tried for service guy teasing today. It was exactly as planned. I ordered the food whereas wife went to bathroom pretending shower. She removed her short.
she lift the curtain of glass window (between bathroom and room) up to the level where her leg and thigh should be visible. As she was in her undy only her upper inner thigh and panty line were visible from room which i didnt tell her at that time.
I couldn’t capture the service guy expression but i know he had a wonderful glimpse of my wife thigh while i was signing off the bill.
Black high heels planted in front of the towering apartment complex, your
eyes scanned up as high as they could to peer at the hundreds of glass windows.
Some with curtains closed to prevent outsiders from peeking in and others were
pulled back to welcome everyone to see the lavish items placed inside. But one
window that caught your eye was on the fifteenth floor. It was hard to see
inside due to your current position on the ground but the light was on. He was
home. Just like he said he would.
Adjusting the black shades on your face and straightening
your back, your feet finally moved to head inside. Not once did your eyes
divert from the elevator across the lobby. Your main goal was to walk in, end
the toxic relationship with Dean then leave, no distractions.
Sinatra rented the estate for nearly a decade, starting in the 1950s, during his Rat Pack years. He occupied the 10,000-square foot, four bedroom main house, which touts 16 foot walls of glass curtains and a 50 foot swimming pool just outside. Read more >
It was nearly five am in the morning and the thick crowd had just begun to scatter. Slowly, but one by one they left to either go home from drinking too much or to search for other places which would be open for much longer, and serve their alcohol non stop. He, however, already had let a couple of his workers go and he was alone in the bar that now had a little bit more air within its space. A lonely face at the bar and as he pushed another glass behind the curtains into the kitchen to wash later, he turned and brought himself towards the person with a raise of his brow. “Can I get ya something? Last round, love.”
Gahh…this is a complicated topic. The short answer is, I don’t know.
I’m quite agnostic when it comes to Gods and higher powers- there may be one or many, or there may be nothing, but I don’t think it will ever be within our capacity to know. I am fine with not knowing, but I can’t just blindly believe in something.
That being said, I would like to think that there is an afterlife- there is the whole idea that each person will be dealt with according to their beliefs (in which case agnostics present an interesting metaphysical conundrum), but there is also the idea that our own minds generate our experience after death based on the ideas we’d held whilst alive. Those two tie in quite nicely, so if that’s the case, I like to imagine a glass curtain shattering….and then, white shores.
So to summarise: don’t know, hope there is, imagining myself a Valinor just in case