Posted on 02/01/2012 3:44:24 PM PST by chrismac
It might be connected with the strange goings on around here : Our car stolen, with $4000 of damage; Our neighbour's healthy rabbit dying unexpectedly; Our neighbour's letterbox being destroyed; Curious spam emails about las vegas; The odd curious phone call; Faeces being smeared on our church Car windows smashed and things taken at church - they now have patrols as a result Breakin at church and organ damaged. Mysterious deaths of stars, such as Heath Ledger, Brittany and her husband, Michael Jackson, David Carradine, and others : http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2010/05/24/what-killed-brittanys- husband.html http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/31103217/ns/today-entertainment/t/david- carradine-found-dead-thailand-hotel/
Connect the dots if you dare, to see the truth.
> If things escalate, as they're indicating, I suggest that pamphlets explaining > Cats infiltration of public office, and their networked saboteurs, be posted by > some in every letterbox, so raising up a public backlash against the Mafia. I > can't do this, but it seems a good way to alert the public to what the Mafia > are upto. Laser printers, for each one involved in the expose, can cope > with and distribute the load. They will suddenly find themselves very > unwelcome.
Like that hasn't happened already, far too many times.
“Above ping list copied exactly as is”
You think of everything!
How is it that you know so much about Spanish? I grew up around Puerto Ricans—your experience sounds a lot different lol!
Good to hear that Kathleen enjoys her walks. Have you plotted her weight gain in books per week or books per month. I’ve decided that expressing her weight in pizzas sounds inappropriate, so will continue to use pizza equivalents only for rebates and coupons.
Stranger-than-usual things going on here. Mr. SG built a cube with a round aperture in one side for the cats to hide in. He topped it with ceramic tile that matches the floor, and we use it as a coffee/laptop table. Three of the four cats, however, like Crowbar’s kennel a lot better. Their dedicated countertop has their food and water dishes. Three of them like Crowbar’s water dish better, too. Expect the unexpected lol!
I often find the cats sleeping on Ash’s bed and even in her cage, if I come into the room unexpectedly. Jake’s current favorite spot is on the changing table.
I started learning Spanish when I was a child in California and Texas, and then studied it in junior high, high school, and college. Since college was in San Antonio, TX, I was pretty fluent by the time I graduated, although I’ve lost some vocabulary (especially verb tenses!) since then.
Our congregation has quite a few Puerto Ricans. Since many of them have been in the U.S. for a long time, their Spanish is more like what I learned in school than what’s spoken by the Central Americans. Of my regular choir members, two are Puerto Rican and two Mexican.
The good news is screen names are not case sensitive.
Glad you’re not in pain and hoping for a speedy and uneventful recovery.
thanks for the well-wishes! (now that the nerve block's worn off, we can scratch the 'not in pain' part)
If it doesn’t hurt, you didn’t have enough fun. (Or so I’ve heard.)
Well, yes.
There’s been quite a bit of poking around in there.
Hence where all this stuff comes from.
Ack! As I recall, they have fourteen tenses! I’m a wimp! Glad you understand!
P.S. I’ve found Puerto Ricans and Cubans to be very courtly people. They taught me a thing or many.
I like to think of it as explaining why it keeps leaking out.
Mine's like Dumbeldore's. I get to extract interesting tidbits for close examination.
Send a picture of Bill to my phone. I have an interested friend. She is also a Coastie.
I want to introduce you to some friends of mine. Your posts without capitals reminded me.
It's in lieu of being able to offer you painkillers.
archy plunged into public awareness nearly ninety-six years ago
I don’t know how.
http://s230.photobucket.com/albums/ee314/Cyshouse/
Here’s the link to my Photobucket, if that helps.
pity the poor spiders
By Don Marquis, in “archy amd mehitabel,” 1927
i have just been reading
an advertisement of a certain
roach exterminator
the human race little knows
all the sadness it
causes in the insect world
i remember some weeks ago
meeting a middle aged spider
she was weeping
what is the trouble i asked
her it is these cursed
fly swatters she replied
they kill of all the flies
and my family and i are starving
to death it struck me as
so pathetic that i made
a little song about it
as follows to wit
twas an elderly mother spider
grown gaunt and fierce and gray
with her little ones crouched beside her
who wept as she sang this lay
curses on these here swatters
what kills off all the flies
for me and my little daughters
unless we eats we dies
swattin and swattin and swattin
tis little else you hear
and we ll soon be dead and forgotten
with the cost of living so dear
my husband he up and left me
lured off by a centipede
and he says as he bereft me
tis wrong but i ll get a feed
and me a working and working
scouring the streets for food
faithful and never shirking
doing the best i could
curses on these here swatters
what kills off all the flies
me and my poor little daughters
unless we eats we dies
only a withered spider
feeble and worn and old
and this is what
you do when you swat
you swatters cruel and cold
i will admit that some
of the insects do not lead
noble lives but is every
man s hand to be against them
yours for less justice
and more charity
archy
I let the spiders stay unless they get too disruptive.
Happy Saturday!
Or not. It’s supposed to be a toasty 73 today, but I still need another 25 degrees before I can get out of the long sleeves.
Someone put some bok choy hearts on my door for The Stig, and he is going NUTS over them! Of course, he is still molting, so everything is off. He knows what to eat, though. I’ll be glad when he begins to sing again.
Yes. When they are noiseless, and patient, and industrious, they are praiseworthy.
You can never defeat bok choy ... but someone must have, or how did The Stig get the hearts?
50 and sunny here, and this is as warm at it’s supposed to get. Kathleen and I had a nap in the sunbeam in the recliner while waiting for OldTax-lady to arrive, but Sunbeam Time is not what it was back at the Winter Solstice.
Tom has gone camping with the Boy Scouts, DP and Bill are at the sailing club taking First Aid class, and OldTax-lady has taken Elen and Sally shopping. I need to give DragonBaby some crickets, since nobody else has.
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