Bull or Matador?
Every day it seems that my life can be summed in the picture above.
Sometimes I am the bull and sometimes the matador.
Anyone else relate?
posted by Steve at
5/12/2006
Friday, May 12, 2006
Every day it seems that my life can be summed in the picture above.
Sometimes I am the bull and sometimes the matador.
Anyone else relate?
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14 Comments:
I usually think I'm the bull, but soon find out I am the cow, if you know what I mean.
Ew.
Sometimes you're the pigeon, sometimes the statue...
A question I asked this week; if we can make crummy architecture and people will buy it because they really don't know the difference, is the joke on them or on us (the architects)?
It's a relatively fatalistic view of life considering that the bull is pretty much doomed anyway...notice the profuse bleeding on the bulls neck...I'd rather be the matador for sure. He'll live...
I've always heard it say that life is a $#!^ Sandwhich and every day is another bite. It's just that some days there is enough good things going on to mask the taste a little...
So much for lightening things up after Shirley Phelps Roper came into our lives.....
I can relate. Honestly. I think I'm the bull, but before I know it, the matador got me.
The way I sum it up is that sometimes I just feel like utter crap.
I hope all is well, Steve.
And don't call me Shirley.
and sometimes we just gotta take the bull by the balls and throw all caution to the wind
As my illustrius advisor used to say, "You've just got to take the bull by the balls and run with it". Now that creates a funny visual.
This is just too painful to see
"And don't call me Shirley."
I am serious, and don't call me Shirley.
Nice Airplane quote Zeke.
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It occurs to me that even the days you think you're the bull, you're still getting stabbed so that you bleed to death...your future is basically a bigass Spanish bar-b-que.
How's that for a shiny happy thought of the day.
Yeah, but "Bigass Spanish Bar-b-que" has such a nice ring to it.
I mean, at least it has a cool literary device going for it.
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