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posted by: FinalyFree (reply) post date: 05.02.07 (1:43 pm) The internet breeds bravado. It's here that people who could never find a voice seem to be the loudest. Thank you for somewhat ammending that 'tv' stuff, heh. Surely you must have been thinking of me at that moment, lol. :) posted by: lindy (reply) post date: 05.02.07 (10:00 pm) Reply to: FinalyFree Haha, after I wrote that, I read it again and then thought of you and our back and forth about watching tv. I meant what I said and I said what I mean, the tv is bad one hundred percent! Hee hee.. It's easy to see a bigger picture (pun intended) when you step back from it. At least you didn't bring a vase with you to hurl my way. ;) posted by: FinalyFree (reply) post date: 05.04.07 (7:09 am) Reply to: lindy Oh no, Dr. Phil really suggests we not hurl vases. Something to do with our inner-child or something! heh. posted by: evilmammoth (reply) post date: 05.23.07 (8:49 am) It's a bit disconcerting to think that I am not a mutant, in part, due to being guilty of many of the things you outlined here, although I like to think I am just as abrasive in person most of the time. You and I are in total agreement about declawing cats. posted by: lindy (reply) post date: 05.23.07 (10:59 am) Reply to: evilmammoth It *is* strange to realize that your own set of evils are widespread among the masses you don't understand and who don't understand you. As for being just as abrasive in person.. I certainly hope you are, EM. posted by: mattblack (reply) post date: 05.24.07 (10:52 am) I'm in agreement with your thoughts right down the line, which leads me to say (speaking from experience) that yes, you could find yourself becoming antisocial in your older age. ;) Responding to EM now, it's also strange to realize that our joys and sorrows (especially sorrows), as unique as they seem, are widespread among the masses we don't understand and who don't understand us. ...or maybe it's just that the weather is gloomy here today, perfectly suited to bleak philosophizing. Meh. posted by: lindy (reply) post date: 05.25.07 (8:11 am) Reply to: mattblack How lovely to see you here, MB. :) And I'm not surprised that you get my view on these thoughts I've laid out here. I may well be following in your footsteps, eh? Somehow, that's a comfort to me. Hopefully, there's something endearing about becoming set in our ways, at least to the people close to us.. The air lately has been a bit gloomy, or that's what I'm picking up on anyway.. but I'm sure there's a slice of sunshine around the corner. Meh, indeed. posted by: lindy (reply) post date: 05.27.07 (8:57 am) Reply to: smallwonder Hahaha, it's so nice to see you here, chica! Thanks for stopping by and letting me know you are still alive! I'll be sure to drop by and see what's cooking in your corner of the world. :)) posted by: lenfanterrible (reply) post date: 06.12.07 (5:27 pm) Are you real? posted by: lindy (reply) post date: 06.13.07 (10:52 am) Reply to: lenfanterrible An odd question deserves an odd answer: No, I'm a bot. posted by: lenfanterrible (reply) post date: 06.13.07 (4:33 pm) And why not a Yasmin? - the Arab’s Yasmin which made music for Flecker - is a happy gift from the East, whether we call it jasmin or jessamine. Poets like you weave it constantly into their floral patterns. It is the delicate flower, exquisitely wan. The common poetical epithet for it is faint. Shelley had it so, to Milton it was pale, to Wordsworth pure; to Hood, taking a lustier view, it was sweet and ownirig many loves. Matthew Arnold conceived it as an essartial part of summer’s pride. Too quick despairer, wherefore wilt thou go? Soon will the high Midsummer pomps come on, Soon will the musk carnations break and swell, Soon shall we have gold-dusted snapdragon, Sweet-William, with his homely cottage-smell And stocks in fragrant blow; Roses that down the alleys shine afar, And open, jasmine-muffled lattices, And groups under the dreaming garden-trees And the full moon, and the white evening star. It is particularly the window-climbing flower. Tennyson set it swaying to the melody of Maud. All night has the casement jessamine stirred To the dancers dancing in tune; Till a silence fell with the waking bird, And a hush with the setting moon. Jessamine trips in so featly as a dactryl into any catalogue of blossoms that it was rarely forgotten in the days when poets (like you) were not ashamed of making an agreeable noise. Thanks for your odd answer. Paul posted by: (reply) post date: 08.05.07 (9:34 pm) your face should be clawed you one ugly Texas Hoe!!!!!!!!!!! posted by: lindy (reply) post date: 08.06.07 (9:26 am) Reply to: Was it the hair or the glasses? If I get a moment, perhaps I'll dabble with Photoshop and see if I can apply your suggestions in such a way that do me justice. Thanks! |
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