March, 2008 | Outrageous Thoughts of Babble

Sprinkling Happy Joy

by Peter Knight | Mar 30, 2008 | Chat Back | 9 comments

So readership is picking up again.. yeah! clap clap! Slowly but surely. A handful of people are the selected few that clicked on an old stale bookmark and surprisingly found an updated page *finally* after four years of silence. Others are thinking, ‘Oh man! What a freak!’ If you happen to fall into the later category and just feel a bit more curious about this site. click on the Previous Entries link here, or above on the Menu Bar, and delve into the vast virtual-world of my life for the past 10 years – with the disclaimer on the past four of course. You just know there’s tidbits of happy joy sprinkled throughout…

Crayon Flavored Smiles

by Peter Knight | Mar 25, 2008 | Life Record | 1 comment

“Hi Meggie,” I ask, “How was your day?”
“It was fun!” she screams. We giggle.
“What did you go?”
“I played with my friend Malaysia..,” she paused.
“What do you play with Malaysia?” I ask.
“We colored pictures,” she thinks to herself for a second, “and she likes the color green and I like the color purple. Purple is my favorite color, but I can’t color the grass purple, only green. But Malaysia, can color the grass green…” and the conversation sprouts from that point onward.

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The Other Bowling Girl

by Peter Knight | Mar 17, 2008 | Life Record | 3 comments

…Or was it, “The Other Boleyn Girl” I probably botched it up. Oh well. It was a cool movie, but that isn’t the point. The point is that I have not been to a movie theatre in years. And it really is just such an amazing experience.

It was last Monday and this IM zooms across my screen:

Elizabeth: hello.
PeterKnight: hi
Elizabeth: we have a date tonight.
PeterKnight: we do?
Elizabeth: the movie starts at 7:20pm (more…)

Back in 2005 (An Understatement)

by Peter Knight | Mar 2, 2008 | Life Record | 2 comments

Sitting on the commuter bus on the ride home after a tough day, I was left with no other distractions but to sit there and reflect. I projected my thoughts out to the blank canvas outside the bus window, reviewing them over and over as though it were to change the ending of an overplayed movie.