This sunflower came up on the edge of our yard. No one planted it, so it is a mystery as to how it came to be there. Since the neighbors dug up their yard in Spring, it just looked like one of many weeds growing until it bloomed this week. I thought it was pretty neat-o so I took a picture of it. The tenants surely think I'm a weirdo.
Boy does a sunflower stand out though. They should call it the "Look at me!" plant. I usually try not to stand out. I figure I already stand out enough due to my height and gayness (and in my more narcissistic moments, cuteness) so I usually try to lie low. The blog notwithstanding of course.
I went and saw that new Coen brothers flick, Burn After Reading. What fun to see such seasoned actors explore these roles. Intelligence is indeed relative as they say in the tag line for the film. It's pretty light on gore for these guys. Merely two murders. Still, they're shocking ones. I hate to say it, but I really liked Brad Pitt's performance.
How come the price of living for you and I is wrinkles and ugliness, but this doesn't hold true for George Clooney and Brad Pitt? Both of these guys are older than me. Brad played a guy in his twenties and he's 45 for chrissake. I don't know if this comes from bitterness but have you noticed that Brad's head is too big for his body? Yeah, check that out next time.
I thought I had some kind of point this morning, but obviously not. We're hunkered down for a rainy day today. I sense puttering and perhaps a trip to Home Depot in our future. Have a lovely Sunday.