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| Thar! That Blows. | Re: The Random Thoughts Thread As the old timers say, "I'm Plenny-Nine." I thought I was 53 years old for the whole year I was 52. Imagine my delight when I was informed, on what I thought was my 54th birthday, that I was still only 53. My Dad gets insulted when I remember his birthday. He has banished his sense of age from consideration for decades. |
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| Thar! That Blows. | Re: The Random Thoughts Thread Ocean Sport Salmon fishing season opened today. The Ocean conditions are not looking friendly. Fair weather sailors, like me, are staying home this week. Chatter on the "Humboldt Area Saltwater Angler's" club board say one guy went out for an hour, got scairt and ran home. Others turned back before the bar crossing and caught crabs inside the bay. One guy took his wife to the Hospital expecting a birth. Responses to that news were: "That gives a whole new meaning to 'Opening Day.'" And.. "Get the net! Get the net!" |
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| Thar! That Blows. | Re: The Random Thoughts Thread Instant Message Department: So... I got into a facebook IM chat with my daughter. After a few twitters we realized that there was a lot more to talk about. What if there were an amazing technology where we could actually talk to each other, with our voices, in real time? 867-5309 Wow! The Telephone is like... Science Fiction come true! |
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| Laundress Extraordinaire | Re: The Random Thoughts Thread you know how I know chickens are the decedents of vicious killer dinosaurs? have you ever seen what they do to tomatoes? or anything red for that matter! they remember when red blood and raw meat were the menu of choice, not bitty bugs and scrawny weeds. they are going to kill us all. everyone knows you cant hide from a chicken. |
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| Science fiction fantasy Join Date: Jul 2012 Location: Washington
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| Re: The Random Thoughts Thread Ballad by the Fire by Edwin Arlington Robinson Slowly I smoke and hug my knee, The while a witless masquerade Of things that only children see Floats in a mist of light and shade: They pass, a flimsy cavalcade, And with a weak, remindful glow, The falling embers break and fade, As one by one the phantoms go. Then, with a melancholy glee To think where once my fancy strayed, I muse on what the years may be Whose coming tales are all unsaid, Till tongs and shovel, snugly laid Within their shadowed niches, grow By grim degrees to pick and spade, As one by one the phantoms go. But then, what though the mystic Three Around me ply their merry trade? -- And Charon soon may carry me Across the gloomy Stygian glade? -- Be up, my soul! nor be afraid Of what some unborn year may show; But mind your human debts are paid, As one by one the phantoms go. ENVOY Life is the game that must be played: This truth at least, good friend, we know; So live and laugh, nor be dismayed As one by one the phantoms go. |
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