Lightning Rod Gets The Zot

The Poet's Eye ^ | Lightning Rod

[sionnsar]

Oh the joys of an unreliable confection. connection! Swype doesn’t seem to know that word. Or Arrgh!

[ThomasThomas]

When I tried to power up my old computer to gets some CD,s I copy to it years ago, it smelt funny. Not a Ha Ha funny but a good out smoke teat funny. I still have the CD’s , over 100 of them. I thought smelt was a fish or is it where you melt metal?

I never got a radio that would work with one of those quad stations.

[Tax-chick]

I dust every year during Advent and Lent, whether it needs it or not.

[Tax-chick]

Name it “Irksome Bowels”

That's a North Carolina joke, the nickname of our fortunately out of office senator Erskine Bowles.

[MinuteGal]

Labored humor is so....well, it's so......zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Leni

[NicknamedBob]

"I thought smelt was a fish or is it where you melt metal?"

You're both right.

Logically, smelt (the fish), would be the kind that goes into cat food cans.

[ThomasThomas]

And where you make the cat food cans?

[NicknamedBob]

"And where you make the cat food cans?"

Good point, but no. The cans are made in a separate facility. The prepared metal is shipped in.

Smelting goes on in Dead Corpse' back yard, though.

[Dead Corpse]

A case of "who smelt it dealt it"?

Yeah... When we excavated the Castle grounds, we brought a lot of indigenous rock strata with us. We squirreled even more away from our various "filtration" efforts to come up with enough isotopic volatiles to get this flying fantasy-land into the air and into orbit.

Since then, we've been mining every piece of space junk that comes along. Spider-bots seeded back out to the asteroid belt send us care packages every now and then. Everything from water ice to rare earth elements.

We have plenty left over to make new silverware (out of real silver), tin cans, spare shuttles, new wine stomping outfits, etc...

[Tax-chick]

[Tax-chick]

[Monkey Face]

Darks is right. I have chronic fatigue syndrome, and depending on the early hours of my day, I’ve been known to go to bed as early as 2:00 in the afternoon. Still, sleep is not refreshing.

I actually live in the Las Vegas Valley, in Nevada. But I really like your sense of humor!! :o]

[Monkey Face]

Clone? Memories? “Mr. Murder” comes to mind. Scary stuff.

[Monkey Face]

*groan*
It must be morning. I’ve been awake for quite some time, now. Rather than just lie there, I wrote in my journal thereby killing 30 minutes, and here I am.

So many posts...so little brain-power to comment on them all. *sigh*

[Monkey Face]

Awwww! Fercute!

[Tax-chick]

It is day here. 32 and sunny.

With the girls in Florida, I have extra chores to do!

[Monkey Face]

Still dark, here. 38 now, with a high of 59. Maybe. Sunny and windy.

Funny how we don’t realize how much we depend on other bodies for help around the house. (Now it would appear you’re you’re totally surrounded by testosterone...)

[Monkey Face]

“you’re you’re?” Where’s my brain?

[Tax-chick]

“They” produce most of the mess, too. Today we have all the male family members, but tomorrow, Bill and Tom are going hiking with the Boy Scouts and DP is going sailing with a guy from church, leaving just me and four small byos.

[Dead Corpse]