I Danced My Dance

First things first. This is the “all new, all freestyle” Brade blog. Entries will be short and awesome. So without further ado…

I was recently exposed, via my American Lit class, to a wonderful work by William Byrd entitled “The Secret Diary.” Therein Bill posts some worthy nuggets, my two favorite of which are “I ate milk for breakfast,” and “I danced my dance.” While you are free to conjure up your own image of what these mean, I simply hope that someday, when I am laid to rest, it can be spoken of me that “he danced his dance.”

In other news, Paul Shirley is quite the funny.

February 2, 2006
Categorized as Trivial Matters

2 Comments

RSS comments feed
Post a comment

  1. May it be long remembered that I was the first to post on Bradezone, the zone destined to rule a thousand worlds . . . errr words. With sparkling grapejuice bottle in hand I christen this blog as “The August Most Highly Exalted Defender Of Blogdome And Lord Of All Dances, His Royal Majesty And Limitless Potenate, Brad Garrett.” That’s “TAMHEDOBALOADHRMALPBG” for short.

    I ate air today for breakfast.

    Posted by David Siglin on February 5, 2006 at 4:23 pm

  2. I humbly accept the title, which I so richly deserve. And I hope everyone enjoys my purple text, signifying my newly achieved royalty.

    Posted by Brade on February 5, 2006 at 5:06 pm

Post a Comment