Musical_Midnight & FJohnSharp: The Thread
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True story:
I got home from work last evening, and Mubu (my famous cat, for those of you who don't know) was toying with a shrew that had found its way indoors to my apartment. Now, cat-fanciers know that cats HATE shrews. Hate 'em. They'll kill them, but won't eat them. Well, maybe that's because shrews taste too funky or something, but I've never known a cat to miss an opportunity to whack a shrew in any case. It's sort of like an "on general priciples" thing. I was expecting the predictable scenario to play out, but Mubu apparently had made a playmate out of the little guy (we'll call it a him, shall we?). At one point the two of them were sitting face-to-face just looking at each other. Mubu put her nose forward, the shrew did likewise with his, and they actually touched noses! It was like they were buddies. Then the shrew decided to go, and Mubu grabbed him as if to say, "Get back here, you", and gently batted at him for a bit. Then she got distracted, the shrew made his getaway, and Mubu spent the remainder of the evening trying to find him. I know she did, because I heard a couple of squeaks in another room later on. The reason why I know Mubu didn't kill him is because she's sniffing around and listening for him today. She seems kind of lonesome.
I got home from work last evening, and Mubu (my famous cat, for those of you who don't know) was toying with a shrew that had found its way indoors to my apartment. Now, cat-fanciers know that cats HATE shrews. Hate 'em. They'll kill them, but won't eat them. Well, maybe that's because shrews taste too funky or something, but I've never known a cat to miss an opportunity to whack a shrew in any case. It's sort of like an "on general priciples" thing. I was expecting the predictable scenario to play out, but Mubu apparently had made a playmate out of the little guy (we'll call it a him, shall we?). At one point the two of them were sitting face-to-face just looking at each other. Mubu put her nose forward, the shrew did likewise with his, and they actually touched noses! It was like they were buddies. Then the shrew decided to go, and Mubu grabbed him as if to say, "Get back here, you", and gently batted at him for a bit. Then she got distracted, the shrew made his getaway, and Mubu spent the remainder of the evening trying to find him. I know she did, because I heard a couple of squeaks in another room later on. The reason why I know Mubu didn't kill him is because she's sniffing around and listening for him today. She seems kind of lonesome.
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I arrived late to this thread, so just let me say that I like bananas because they have no bones. Also, let me add that I have no idea what that means.
Will O'Ban
Will O'Ban
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain!
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain!
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THE TRIPLE FOOL
by John Donne
I am two fools, I know,
For loving, and for saying so
In whining poetry ;
But where's that wise man, that would not be I,
If she would not deny ?
Then as th' earth's inward narrow crooked lanes
Do purge sea water's fretful salt away,
I thought, if I could draw my pains
Through rhyme's vexation, I should them allay.
Grief brought to numbers cannot be so fierce,
For he tames it, that fetters it in verse.
But when I have done so,
Some man, his art and voice to show,
Doth set and sing my pain ;
And, by delighting many, frees again
Grief, which verse did restrain.
To love and grief tribute of verse belongs,
But not of such as pleases when 'tis read.
Both are increasèd by such songs,
For both their triumphs so are published,
And I, which was two fools, do so grow three.
Who are a little wise, the best fools be.
by John Donne
I am two fools, I know,
For loving, and for saying so
In whining poetry ;
But where's that wise man, that would not be I,
If she would not deny ?
Then as th' earth's inward narrow crooked lanes
Do purge sea water's fretful salt away,
I thought, if I could draw my pains
Through rhyme's vexation, I should them allay.
Grief brought to numbers cannot be so fierce,
For he tames it, that fetters it in verse.
But when I have done so,
Some man, his art and voice to show,
Doth set and sing my pain ;
And, by delighting many, frees again
Grief, which verse did restrain.
To love and grief tribute of verse belongs,
But not of such as pleases when 'tis read.
Both are increasèd by such songs,
For both their triumphs so are published,
And I, which was two fools, do so grow three.
Who are a little wise, the best fools be.
/Bloomfield
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Shhhhhhh! Don't tell as I'm supposed to be following the rules now, but an Idaho Spud Candy Bar has no potato in it. It's called such because it is potato shaped (with a flat bottom) and is made in Idaho (which is well known for it's potatoes)and is brown like a potato. I guess that's why. Well, it sounds good anyway. It is made mostly with this dense, rich chocolate marshmellow center, coated with a layer of chocolate sprinkled with coconut. Suffice it to say, it's chocolatey. Enough said.
(place itty bitty secret smilie here) Sara
(place itty bitty secret smilie here) Sara
'I wish it need not have happend in my time,' said Frodo.
'So do I,' said Gandalf, 'and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.'
-LOTR-
'So do I,' said Gandalf, 'and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.'
-LOTR-
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This is way cool. I think it should be first prize.
"Meon an phobail a thogail trid an chultur"
(The people’s spirit is raised through culture)
Suburban Symphony
(The people’s spirit is raised through culture)
Suburban Symphony
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There once was a Maiden from Chichester,
Who's curves made the Saints in their niches stir.
One morning at Matins
The heave of her satins,
made the Archbishop of Chichesters britches stir.
Slan,
D.
Who's curves made the Saints in their niches stir.
One morning at Matins
The heave of her satins,
made the Archbishop of Chichesters britches stir.
Slan,
D.
And many a poor man that has roved,
Loved and thought himself beloved,
From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.
W.B.Yeats
Loved and thought himself beloved,
From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.
W.B.Yeats
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