Hey... first I heard of the possible visit, but I would LOVE to go see my brother in June. He will definitely show you where the cool kids hang out! He's always up for a good time! You doing good?
oh my god, that seeing those people can beat a puppet down! I think that is supposed to be a sign of something.. Of what? I am not knowing. Guess what... They Might be Giants is playing a show on March 12th down here.. I think it's a sign it's time for puppet to take a trip!
To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the puppet to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of puppets, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural puppets That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the puppet; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal puppet, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of puppets, The oppressor's wrong, the proud puppet’s contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the puppets That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When puppet himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary puppet, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No puppet returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus puppet does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action. - Soft you now! The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my puppets remember'd.
