(September 24, 2014 at 6:40 pm)Cthulhu Dreaming Wrote:(September 24, 2014 at 6:36 pm)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: Still 7:35pm on the 24th here in Sydney. Pretty normal ride home from work thus far.
That so didn't look right until I realized that you're not talking about Sydney, Australia.
I phrased it like that intentionally. There is a bit of a local joke about it because every so often someone will end up here on when their intended destination was Sydney Australia. Incidentally I want to travel to Sydney Australia someday. One of many places on that list.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.