Reply
Sun 18 Nov, 2007 09:28 pm
To launch this new thread, I want to pay tribute to dys and diane. I want to salute reyn and vivienne. Other atookians have serious problems, healthwise and otherwise. I am aware how exclusive this may seem, but it is not a slight, just my ignorance at play.
I wish I could scoop them up and nurse them to health, as one does a baby bird, fallen from the nest and lost. All I can do is wish them well, and hope all turns for the better.
It is not my intent to talk solely about my friends. This is the Anything Thread. I invite you all to participate as well, about what interests you.
To struggle and survival among all a2K friends....
There is some history.
I didn't know mamajuana that well, but others did.
I did know Paola, though most a2kers didn't; grieved.
We lost Cavfancier, young and vibrant and even now one of the major people here by the resonance of his posts. Cav lives. We still love him.
A whole bunch of us miss AnonVoter (Anon), worry moving on to years now.
People have moved past elephants coming at them too...
We're the people that live. They can't wipe us out; they can't lick us. We'll go on forever, Pa, 'cause we're the people.
- quote from The Grapes of Wrath film
As the irascable Timberlandko said.
"If it aint fun , you aint doin it right"
I have revered the industrious honey bee, from earliest childhood. Today, I am disillusioned. My image of them as makers of pure, nutricious honey has been shattered. My working partner and I were tossing some debris into a dumpster, when I noticed dozens of them swarming the nasty bottom. I mean, this dumpster has held every imagineable form of household garbage, for a run of about three years. Here these disgusting little bums were, tanking up on jeebus knows what form of slop to add to the honey-making process. Disgusting. Yet, I continue to consume raw honey on a daily basis. Am I any less a trash eater than they?
were you sure they were bees and not robber flies or yellow jackets? Bees dont usually take on what they cant puke up as unripe honey.
Ive raised bees and have seen many yellow jackets that swoop in on piles of wet cow dung for fluids and building mortar. Bees dont have a gut that would process much beyond nectar and pollen pellets.
Maybe I misread the intent, but not the species.
I think ......
..... Edgar will have another winner here.
farmerman wrote:were you sure they were bees and not robber flies or yellow jackets? Bees dont usually take on what they cant puke up as unripe honey.
Ive raised bees and have seen many yellow jackets that swoop in on piles of wet cow dung for fluids and building mortar. Bees dont have a gut that would process much beyond nectar and pollen pellets.
On second thought, I concede that what I took to be honey bees might be something else. But, they sure looked like them to me. Since I work in a place that is home to a wide variety of wasps, bees, yellowjackets and the like, it would be easy to make the mistake.
No thought necessary on this thread, reyn.
When I get my teeth
Gonna smile like Brian Keith
I wrote a little poem for a friend, when I decided to go for dentures. The above opening lines of it are all I can recall. I don't regret getting them. They have improved the quality of my life, substantially. Bad teeth are a distraction when dealing with others, strangers in particular, but, even friends find it disconcerting. Healthwise, bad teeth can be killers.
edgarblythe wrote:When I get my teeth
Gonna smile like Brian Keith
I wrote a little poem for a friend, when I decided to go for dentures. The above opening lines of it are all I can recall. I don't regret getting them. They have improved the quality of my life, substantially. Bad teeth are a distraction when dealing with others, strangers in particular, but, even friends find it disconcerting. Healthwise, bad teeth can be killers.
I still have all my teeth...including wisdom (also such tonsils, adenoids, appendices etc. as the manufacturer saw fit to install at birth), but a couple of little soldiers are losing their grip on their rifles....
I must say, I view the dental future with some trepidation.....having a tooth out??? Ewwww! This sounds a very fearful thing! Gaps? The feeling of little roots being pulled away?????
Damn ageing!!!
dlowan wrote:edgarblythe wrote:When I get my teeth
Gonna smile like Brian Keith
I wrote a little poem for a friend, when I decided to go for dentures. The above opening lines of it are all I can recall. I don't regret getting them. They have improved the quality of my life, substantially. Bad teeth are a distraction when dealing with others, strangers in particular, but, even friends find it disconcerting. Healthwise, bad teeth can be killers.
I still have all my teeth...including wisdom (also such tonsils, adenoids, appendices etc. as the manufacturer saw fit to install at birth), but a couple of little soldiers are losing their grip on their rifles....
I must say, I view the dental future with some trepidation.....having a tooth out??? Ewwww! This sounds a very fearful thing! Gaps? The feeling of little roots being pulled away?????
Damn ageing!!!
I had them put me under. By the time I awoke, it was all over but the gumming.
They decided to put granite counter tops in the apartments, a few at a time. In his negotiations with the installation company, the owner insisted they disconnect the plumbing and remove the old counters. Turns out, they refuse to remove the counters themselves. I was called upon to remove them myself, with my co worker, which made me a bit miffed; all this at three fifteen in the PM. "Might take an hour," I said to the boss.
We began at 3:27 and at three forty had them out. I told the boss to allow forty five minutes for it in future. She will be none the wiser.
Anything Goes
Times have changed,
And we've often rewound the clock,
Since the Puritans got a shock,
When they landed on Plymouth Rock.
If today,
Any shock they should try to stem,
'Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock,
Plymouth Rock would land on them.
In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking,
But now, God knows,
Anything Goes.
Good authors too who once knew better words,
Now only use four letter words
Writing prose, Anything Goes.
The world has gone mad today
And good's bad today,
And black's white today,
And day's night today,
When most guys today
That women prize today
Are just silly gigolos
And though I'm not a great romancer
I know that I'm bound to answer
When you propose,
Anything goes
When grandmama whose age is eighty
In night clubs is getting matey with gigolo's,
Anything Goes.
When mothers pack and leave poor father
Because they decide they'd rather be tennis pros,
Anything Goes.
If driving fast cars you like,
If low bars you like,
If old hymns you like,
If bare limbs you like,
If Mae West you like
Or me undressed you like,
Why, nobody will oppose!
When every night,
The set that's smart
Is intruding in nudist parties in studios,
Anything Goes.
The world has gone mad today
And good's bad today,
And black's white today,
And day's night today,
When most guys today
That women prize today
Are just silly gigolos
And though I'm not a great romancer
I know that I'm bound to answer
When you propose,
Anything goes
If saying your prayers you like,
If green pears you like
If old chairs you like,
If back stairs you like,
If love affairs you like
With young bears you like,
Why nobody will oppose!
And though I'm not a great romancer
And though I'm not a great romancer
I know that I'm bound to answer
When you propose,
Anything goes...
Anything goes!
Reyn wrote:Anything Goes
Times have changed,
And we've often rewound the clock,
Since the Puritans got a shock,
When they landed on Plymouth Rock.
If today,
Any shock they should try to stem,
'Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock,
Plymouth Rock would land on them.
In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking,
But now, God knows,
Anything Goes.
Good authors too who once knew better words,
Now only use four letter words
Writing prose, Anything Goes.
The world has gone mad today
And good's bad today,
And black's white today,
And day's night today,
When most guys today
That women prize today
Are just silly gigolos
And though I'm not a great romancer
I know that I'm bound to answer
When you propose,
Anything goes
When grandmama whose age is eighty
In night clubs is getting matey with gigolo's,
Anything Goes.
When mothers pack and leave poor father
Because they decide they'd rather be tennis pros,
Anything Goes.
If driving fast cars you like,
If low bars you like,
If old hymns you like,
If bare limbs you like,
If Mae West you like
Or me undressed you like,
Why, nobody will oppose!
When every night,
The set that's smart
Is intruding in nudist parties in studios,
Anything Goes.
The world has gone mad today
And good's bad today,
And black's white today,
And day's night today,
When most guys today
That women prize today
Are just silly gigolos
And though I'm not a great romancer
I know that I'm bound to answer
When you propose,
Anything goes
If saying your prayers you like,
If green pears you like
If old chairs you like,
If back stairs you like,
If love affairs you like
With young bears you like,
Why nobody will oppose!
And though I'm not a great romancer
And though I'm not a great romancer
I know that I'm bound to answer
When you propose,
Anything goes...
Anything goes!
Didn't Indiana Jones sing that?
edgarblythe wrote:Didn't Indiana Jones sing that?
I thought it was an oldie?
Stumble It!
Tweet This
Bookmark on Delicious
Share on Facebook
Share on MySpace