Twenty-seven--three, and you think he might have had the edge? He murdered us.
-Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
Well, I'll tell you the truth, said the little old man. I'm just twenty-seven years of age.
-Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
Friday, June 04, 2004
27 and Terror
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
The New Yorker and Blogging
This story in the New Yorker (with thanks to all things jen for the link)
She scans a dozen first thing in the morning and keeps tabs on another twenty-seven throughout the day, though any of these may lead her to countless others.
She scans a dozen first thing in the morning and keeps tabs on another twenty-seven throughout the day, though any of these may lead her to countless others.
That 70's Show
Jen was watching a repeat tonight on Fox, and Kelso bought a sweater that was $27 dollars.
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