Yes, oh well.
And now I'm married to Dave, who - though Australian - is Irish all the way on his mother's side. Which makes Finn Irish! Which makes me Irish.
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We don't need a reason to look at a picture of Yoda.
"Tina! Why must you always be gallivanting? You are such a monkey. I'm going to wrap you up in cotton wool and make you live in a shoebox." -My mother
About Me
- Tina Rowley
- Welcome to the old home for my blog, The Gallivanting Monkey, which has lived here for ten years and is now more like a little museum. My new home = www.tinarowley.net, where The Gallivanting Monkey shall live from now on.
My Real, True, New Website
A Selection of Old Cuts
- feliz cumpleaños
- friend
- freak
- anna stesia
- on black lives mattering
- it's the moon, stupid
- the mighty bouche
- sunday school
- where
- trails
- the great chocolate robbery
- popular
- self-consciousness
- over the river and through the woods
- cherchez la femme
- snow white
- the star sailors of sacajawea
- nicotina@aol.com
- the seeker
- ramble on
- field notes
- beauty, mate
- i be blowin'
- midnight sun
- objective/obstacle
- wild mushrooms
- fingerprint
- the ballad of sir freddie crisp
Gallivant Here, Like I Do
Archives: Unseparated Wheat and Chaff. (May you strike wheat.)
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March
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- blog paused due to cold
- happy easter
- paging oona (or fred), please maybe report to earth
- finn can't get enough of this kia commercial
- oh me god
- top o' the vicarious mornin' to you
- quote of the day
- my friend alissa is the mom here
- how i stay vegetarian
- the below post is a weird delayed ghost
- Sheila E - THE BELLE OF ST.MARK
- the soccer hooligan
- this one's for the trees
- i heart tom daschle
- self portrait: a clown blogs on to build a future
- trudging through for prizes
- meme break
- hey, texas! hey, ohio! give it up for our man!
- okay, class. let's review.
- i, confirmed ornithophobe, am letting the healing ...
- let's face it. this is a filler post.
- now it's 3:02
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This is a picture of Yoda.
We don't need a reason to look at a picture of Yoda.
4 comments:
Man, was I in The Shaughraun? Did I black out that entire play? 'cause I could have sworn...damn. Another fine performance as some old dude, no doubt, while Moe got to be all Shaughraunesque...
I must say, though, my favorite play of the entire Whitman experience was that one-act Tom wrote where I a) got to play your brother ('cause we look SO much alike), and b) got to slam a sixpack of Bud in like 12 minutes. Ah, those were the days...
Dude, I had to eat like 30 deviled eggs in that play. I remember that play.
You were a priest in The Shaughraun. Does that bring anything back? And remember when Sean Eagon cut himself shaving during intermission and then came out for Act II with a little mustache drawn over a band-aid without warning us he was going to do that? Nearly lost it out there.
Wail for the widdy!
And also wail for the unfortunate sideburns in that bottom photo. Hunt Holman and Morgan Murphy, is it? I guess in that show all people with alliterative names had to wear mutton chops. Good thing Doris Day wasn't in that one, she'd look ridiculous.
Tina, you are clearly the world-weary and wise Irish lassie in that bottom photo. You're saying something like, "OH, I be tellin' ye, you knew this day was for to pass," or something like that. Somehow in my mind you have become an Irish pirate.
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