By request (mine), another FRL thread for those who enjoy haiku, limmericks and having fun in the face of uncertainty.
.
A three day storm comes
What will still be left standing?
Time will surely tell.
-- Tricia the Canuck (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 26, 1999
Answers
Hi Tricia. Good job starting this one up, as the other was getting a
bit long in load time already.
S.O.B: Thank you for the count on the previous thread. Here is
where we sit, or lie, or stand:
KYF I - 586 answers
KYF II - 200 answers
KYF III - 217 answers
FC IV - 155
Fruitcake V : The Return of Sue? - 128
OT- FRLians Unite, members only OT - 133
OT FRL 7 (The Party) - 67
OT FRL 8 - 120
Grand Total for threads I VIII is 1,606 responses
Response #14 on FRL 7 was #1500, contributed by our Party Disc
Jockey. Congratulations Diane!
The Big Question: Will we see 2000 by 2000? Uh, 2000
responses that is! LOL!
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The Bear that is Grey,
met with he who needs Duct Tape,
for dinner last night.
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Time flew by so fast. It really was wonderful to meet and talk away
about something that so very few can truly appreciate or
understand. Since he said I would recognize him by his red jacket,
I thought it only appropriate that I wear my very best socks :)
-- Rob Michaels (sonofdust@get.together), September 26, 1999.
2K-Time...or as the Ram Dass watch, that had in place of the numbers
on the dial a single word in each place....
Who was it who asked: If you kill time do you wound eternity? Not a
joke question. Anyone know? I don't.
Time will tell indeed, Tricia. Thank you for the Haiku
--She in the sheet, with only time and heart.
-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), September 26, 1999.
Thank you Tricia, feels wonderful to load this new thread so quickly
:-)
Awesome Rob, I envy the good time you had :-)
Donna, you hurt my brain with that question. All I could come up with
is, if I kill Time, I am Eternity.
But since I have no time to kill, I am not eternal and time is flying
by, so because of that I'm going to be spending the next week in my
hide-out to make some final preps before I return to it in December.
I will miss you all dearly, but knowing how time flies I'll be back
before you have time to miss me.
(((((((((FRLians))))))))))))
-- Chris (#$%^&@pond.com), September 26, 1999.
Chris: We will miss you too. Be well and safe, and try not to hurt
your brain. After all, you are in retiredment and are needed back
here to help keep things sane!
Donna: One person, and one person only, could possible make clear
what is so unquestionably questionable - our Good Sir Cook.
Hopefully he will explain the answer to your question, as only he can
:)
BFN, Rob
-- (sonofdust@bfn.rob), September 26, 1999.
WOW! Greybear and Rob had dinner together! That is SO cool! And both
of them wore "tokens of red." (I will have to remember to ask
Greybear if Rob talks as funny in person when he drinks.) :-)
Bye, Chris. Have fun and be careful. I will be out of town quite a
bit during the first half of October myself. I'll try to pop in
whenever I get the chance.
-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), September 27, 1999.
Okay, you fairweather friends, you. Two things:
1. Please put out food for the stealth geese migrating south in
their red socks.
2. Remember that a good fruit cake needs to be made well in advance
so the booze can do its work. Here's a reprise of a recipe I posted
before Andy named me Old Git. Make it early and often.
CHRISTMAS FRUIT CAKE DELUXE--please read instructions carefully
:)
1 cup butter
1 cup sugar
4 large eggs
1 cup mixed dried fruit
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp salt
1 cup brown sugar
2 tbs lemon juice
1 cup chopped mixed nuts
1 bottle good whisky
Taste whisky to ensure it is good quality. Take a large bowl.
Pour one cup of whisky and sample well;
best quality must be assured. Repeat.
Turn on the electric mixer, beat one cup of butter in large
fluffy bowl. Add one spoontea of sugar and
beat again.
Make sure the whisky is still okay. Cry another tup.
Turn off the mixer. Break two leggs and add to bowl and chuck in
the cup of dried fruit. Mix on the
turner. If fruit gets stuck in beater blades, pry it loose with a
drewscriver. Sample the whisky again to
check for tonsisticity.
Next, sift two cups salt. Or something. Who cares? Check the
whisky.
Now, sift lemon juice and strain your nuts. Add one babblespoon
of brown sugar or whatever colour
you can find. Wix mell. Grease the oven. Turn the cake pan to 350
gredees.
Don't forget to mix off the turner. Throw the bowl out the
window, check the whisky again, and bo to
ged.
-- anon (anon@spamproblems.com), January 13, 1999.
-- Old Git (anon@spamproblems.com), September 27, 1999.
Chris and Gayla, hope you have a wonderful time on your journeys; as
Mom used to say, 'Take your time going, but hurry back!'
Chris, if the central-east is as nice as the west, you should enjoy
some spectacularly colourful scenery. We're supposed to experience our
first killing frost tonight, so the flowers soom won't be around.
Rob, I'm envious. I so hope that the pollies are right, I can't wait
to meet sooo many from this board. I'll have to manage to make it to
both the east and west coast parties though, just to make sure I don't
miss anyone on my most want to meet list (it seems to grow longer by
the day).
Old Git, it's great to see you back here at the frl. Your recipe works
great, but the fruitcake turns out a little wierd ;-)
More FRLi-isms :
Ipecache - medicinal stash
Beanch mark - the point on the wall that your beans stack up to
Appleying - guaging how many bushels will still fit in the cold room
Soylidifying - Adding soy beans to the preps
Check mate (6) - making sure no one is sneaking up on better half
Have a good Monday, all.
-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 27, 1999.
Eternity expands to meet the time available......
Or is that only for death and taxes and computer programming schedules?
Wait, no, slow down, (or hold up, or wait up, or stop a sec - hmmmn - if you "stop a sec" do you only "wait a 1/60 of a minute".... or "hang on" or ... )
-- Robert A. Cook, PE (Marietta, GA) (cook.r@csaatl.com), September 27, 1999.
Robert:
Could "Stopping a sec" equal putting a cork in a bottle of Triple?
-- Jon Williamson (jwilliamson003@sprintmail.com), September 27, 1999.
Waterwindfall: 100 full 2-liter bottles in the garage.
Old Git,...I love your recipe, and dangitall, I picked the wrong month
to give up booze. :-)
-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), September 27, 1999.
A new addiction
Donna started me on it
Dratted haiku site!
-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 27, 1999.
Old Git: That sure is some recipe! ROTFLACGUA (Rolling on the floor
laughing and can't get up again :)
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For you Tricia, perfector of Haikus:
The leaves are turning,
autumn colors brighten days,
then fall gently down.
-- (sonofdust@leaves.falling), September 27, 1999.
HEEEYYY! What the hell does FRL stand for?
-- @ (@@@.@), September 27, 1999.
Here is a little background for those of you that may think we are
crazy (You're right), and not know what The FRL is.
Who we are: The Fruitcake Resistance League (FRL) - People who post
to this thread are FRLians.
What we do: Protect our Freedoms whenever and wherever and whyever
and however we must against the evil en, ene, enem, enemy known as
the Fruitcake Reserve Bored (The Bored) and their insidious plots -
the most recent one was called "Know Your Fruitcake. The FRL was
detrimental in de-feeting, or dis-arming, or stopping this wicked
proposal from becoming realty.
So welcome all FRLians, Lurkers, Posters, and especially future
FRLians. Feel free to join us in our activities.
-- (just@having.fun), September 27, 1999.
Old Git...LOL! That reminds me of an old teething cure I read when my
babies were really babies.
Pour two fingers of whisky in a short glass. Dip finger in whisky, rub
on babies gums....drink the rest. <:-)
-- Deborah (infowars@yahoo.com), September 27, 1999.
just having fun,
Thanks! Sounds pretty cool...yeah, it does get boring out there at
times, especially late at night when all the Easterners are asleep.
Hi Deborah at Infowars! How did you come up with the "infowars"
anyway? I like it!
-- @ (@@@.@), September 28, 1999.
Got a joke for the FRLians.. it isn't obscene or anything but if it
bothers anyone of course it can be deleted...I think it's fine.
OK - here it is...
This guy walks into a bar and two steps in, he realizes it's a gay
bar. "But, what the heck", he says, "I really want a drink."
When the gay waiter approaches, he says to the customer, "What's the
name of your penis?"
The customer says, "Look, I'm not into any of that. All I want is a
drink."
The gay waiter says, "I'm sorry but I can't serve you until you tell
me the name of your penis. Mine for instance is Nike, for the slogan
'Just Do It. "That guy down at the end of the bar calls his Snickers,
because "It really Satisfies".
The customer looks dumbfounded so the bartentender tells him he will
give him a second to think it over. The customer asks the man sitting
to his left, who is sippin on a beer, "Hey bud, what's the name of
your penis?"
The man looks back and says with a smile, "Timex." The thirsty
customer asks, "Why Timex?" The fella proudly replies, "Cause it
takes a lickin' and keeps on tickin!"
A little shaken, the customer turns to the fella on his right, who
is sipping a fruity Margarita and says, "So, what do you call your
penis?"
The man turns to him and proudly exclaims, "Ford, because Quality is
Job 1" Then he adds, "Have you driven a Ford lately?"
Even more shaken, the customer has to think for a moment before he
comes up with a name for his penis. Finally, he turns to the bartender
and shouts, "The name of my penis is Secret. Now give me a beer!"
The bartender begins to pour the customer a beer, but with a puzzled
look asks, "Why Secret?"
The customer says, "Because it's STRONG ENOUGH FOR A MAN, BUT MADE
FOR A WOMAN!"
-- @ (@@@.@), September 28, 1999.
@,
Oooohhhh,[singing in a juvinile, taunting voice] you gonna be in
trouble, you gonna be in trouble!!!LOL ;-)
In regards to 'infowars',(I'll try to keep it as short as
possible- grin) futurist Alvin Toffler's 'Third Wave' was required
reading in school. Fast forward ten years, and in retrospect many of
the things he wrote about [which seemed difficult to imagine] came
to pass. So, I read his later book Power Shift, and the way
information
would be used (info wars), in the coming years was one of the themes.
This past Spring the Senate [Y2K] Report was released, I had the
opportunity to read enough of it before I witnessed the 'spin'. It
was the clearest illustration I had ever had of an 'info-war'. In some
instances the opposite of what the report stated was reported.
You could say I was miffed. I'm over it. There's nothing new under the
sun. They're scumbags. This
really shouldn't have been a shock. I have just been too busy raising
a family, making ends meet etc. to take the time to realize just how
bad it is. My fault, not theirs. I have a brain, I should have been
using it. Anyway, that's the facts Jack!
Only one of the reasons why, no matter what happens as a result of
y2k, I am forever changed, and I am thankful I had the opportunity.
Now here's a little joke:
70-year-old George went for his annual physical. All of his tests
came back with normal results. Dr. Smith said, "George, everything
looks great physically. How are you doing mentally and emotionally?
Are
you at peace with yourself, and do you have a good relationship with
your
God?"
George replied, "God and me are tight. He knows I have poor
eyesight,
so he's fixed it so that when I get up in the middle of the night
to go
to the bathroom (poof!) the light goes on when I pee, and then
(poof!)
the
light goes off when I'm done."
"Wow," commented Dr. Smith, "that's incredible!"
A little later in the day Dr. Smith called George's wife.
"Thelma," he
said, "George is just fine. Physically he's great. But I had to
call because I'm in awe of his relationship with God. Is it true
that
he gets up during the night and (poof!) the light goes on in the
bathroom, and then (poof!) the light goes off?"
Thelma exclaimed, "That old fool! He's peeing in the refrigerator
again!"
-- Deborah (infowars@yahoo.com), September 28, 1999.
Deborah,
LOL! Hey, you ran off of the Rush thread before I got your answer.
Did you go to the Rush concert with a friend named Teres? Don't worry
I'm not stalking you (I live 1000 miles away from there now). Just
really wondering if we went to that concert together.
-- @ (@@@.@), September 28, 1999.
OY!! It's terribl hard to type formthe floor@@@!!!!!
Thsnkyou FRLIANS I NEEDED THAT!!!!
Chuck who MAY NOT find the chaier for while
-- Chuck, a night driver (rienzoo@en.com), September 28, 1999.
A new addiction
Donna started me on it
Dratted haiku site!
-- T the C
Bwahahahahaaaaaaaaaa......I'm a stinker, I am! And my wickedness
immortalized in haiku!
--She in the sheet says poems are neat!
-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), September 28, 1999.
Fruitcake Index...
#0-A: Perfect y2k food? (not for the serious)
http://www.greenspun.com/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg.tcl?msg_id=000FvD
#0-B: Supermarkets, Duct Tape, and Phone Gnomes (Humor)
http://www.greenspun.com/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg.tcl?msg_id=000W78
#1: Know Your Fruitcake! (not for the serious)
http://www.greenspun.com/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg.tcl?msg_id=000Imj
#2: Know your Fruitcake, the second.
http://www.greenspun.com/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg.tcl?msg_id=000hxd
#3: OT - Fruitcake III
http://www.greenspun.com/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg.tcl?msg_id=000sez
#4: Know Your Fruitcake IV (not for the serious)
http://www.greenspun.com/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg.tcl?msg_id=0011dm
#5: Fruitcake V : The Return of Sue?
http://www.greenspun.com/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg.tcl?msg_id=001Bli
#6: OT- FRLians Unite, members only - OT
http://www.greenspun.com/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg.tcl?msg_id=001Izu
#7: OT - FRL 7
http://www.greenspun.com/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg.tcl?msg_id=001Oap
#8: OT - FRL 8
http://www.greenspun.com/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg.tcl?msg_id=001P4r
#9: OT-FRL #9
http://www.greenspun.com/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg.tcl?msg_id=001TU6
-- Diane J. Squire (sacredspaces@yahoo.com), September 28, 1999.
Diane: "Supermarkets, Duct Tape, and Phone Gnomes"? I remember
starting that thread a while ago but it wasn't an FRL thread was it?
It was just more of my silliness :)
-- Rob Michaels (sonofdust@com.net), September 28, 1999.
Diane, thank-you sooo much for posting the Duct Tape, Supermarkets and
Phone Gnomes connection. I haven't laughed so hard since the first
time I read it!
Rob, although you may not have meant it to start out as an FRL thread,
it kinda got co-opted - which fact was recognized by GB (where is he,
we miss him) and Chris, and by Gayla. And you did con-duct some
official FRL business on that thread, too. (Don't take my word for it,
check it out - you'll be glad you did.)
.
Laughing my head off
I need duct tape RIGHT NOW to
pull self together.
.
Ha ha ha ha ha clunk
Too late
-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 28, 1999.
OK Tricia. I'll take a look now. Seems to have put you in a good
mood, maybe it will do the same for me!
-- (sonofdust@looking.now), September 28, 1999.
Hmmmm. I see what you mean about all of the FRL stuff on there. Seems
that it sort of morphed from the original post, probably because at
the time we were still on the first Know Your Fruitcake thread, and
it must have had over three hundred responses even by then.
It made me kind of sad though. The first response was from Runway
Cat, who I miss. In fact, it was his very last post on the forum with
the exception of that thread I started a while later in order to
"page him." Oh well.
I can see why Diane put it here now though. It does belong.
-- (sonofdust@sad.rob), September 28, 1999.
my DEAR FRiviLous idiotS,
is tHis pUn-iSHment!?
GO away! moLDy BUnGholeS!
BEll rings quietly.
Mu!
-- Stan Faryna (faryna@groupmail.com), September 28, 1999.
Let me try that again!
my DEAR FRiviLous idiotS,
is tHis pUn-iSHment!?
GO away! moLDy BUnGholeS!
BEll rings QUIETly.
MU!
-- Stan Faryna (faryna@groupmail.com), September 28, 1999.
Two More and I'll quit.
...
FLy IN The ointMent
Angrily rebuKES the spooN:
nOn SENSE, monkey mind!?
...
MU!
-- Stan Faryna (faryna@groupmail.com), September 28, 1999.
a play on classic Basho, and my last
...
o' matsuSHIma
liTtle, dirTY, slEAsy TowN
o' matSushima!
...
heartbreak
-- Stan Faryna (faryna@groupmail.com), September 28, 1999.
Stan, Stan, m'dear man -
my daughter (Jean) wants you to understand
you misspelled the cow talk "mu"
so she's terribly disappointed in "yu"
but still wants to see your pet win the blue band.
-- Robert A. Cook, PE (Marietta, GA) (cook.r@csaatl.com), September 28, 1999.
Ah - good news, of a sort.
Mr. K was in Atlanta on a "community discussion meeting" downtown. He had a few minutes on the radio (WSB, Clarke Howard show - who's a confirmed and absolute DWGI!)
Was able to get through to him directly, but was only allowed to address one topic before I was cut off - darn it! Anyway, asked about how he could assume the significant risk of water supplies failing when fewer than 16% of the systems are even reporting, added eventhose are only 80% through. His reply talked around the subject - as most of his replies did on each caller. He did cid claim that "most" big systems are reporting they "will be through before December", these will cover most of the population, .... repeated (again and again) "the three day winter storm warning."
Gave no indication he (Mr K.) wanted to listen to any further questions or comments about his answer, nor about interrelated systems (power, forexa,=mple) interupting water pumps, or anything else. The host (Clarke Howard) interupted then with a comment about being able to drink champagne instead. (The whole show was replete with similar off-the-wall distractions - neither wanted to discuss opposing opinions realistically, nor did they allow critical comments about his replies. Very disappointing, since this is his typical method: "I've said my piece, and will use your question to repeat another of my preset answers with another preset reply.....)
Anyway - t'was nice to actually get a chance to ask him directly.
Also had a y2k briefing at the church afterwards - nice presentation from the county fire dept emergency response team coordinator, and from the "Joseph Project" on genreal readiness. Neat to be able to hear from a government official who really has completed a remediation, testing, and verification program - for all city and county departments. At least locally here, the government seems to have its act together.
Wish that were true nationally.
-- Robert A. Cook, PE (Marietta, GA) (cook.r@csaatl.com), September 28, 1999.
Oh dear!!! Has Stan morphed into DiETeR? Or has DiETeR morphed into
Stan? This is serious!
-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), September 28, 1999.
Gayla, I think it's another case of imitation being the most sincere
form of flattery. Stan was trying to make the point that he fits well
in our Asylum ;-)
Robert, thanks for the update. It can be no surprise that Mr. K is so
difficult to talk to - he's too busy spinning to hear you properly. (I
have this lovely mental image of him twirling like a figure skater,
white washing as he goes).
Rob, hope you enjoyed the trip down memory lane, thanks for paving the
way ;-)
-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 29, 1999.
Robert, the Atlanta show is coming up.
...
mu iS EmptinEss
and, YOU're right too: cowS go mOO.
But StaN's not Dieter!
...
enlightenment
-- Stan Faryna (faryna@groupmail.com), September 29, 1999.
P.S. Please pardon the fourth anti-haiku, S and D of Stan and Dieter's
names should not have been capitalized. Anti-haiku!? I like to think
of a haiku as a Heidegerrian break down in the intellectual process
where one confronts the abyss or is going that way, my anti-haiku
attempts to achieve the same breakdown, while offering appropriate
diversions for the monkey mind that cannot make the break through:
anagrams, references to japan, zen, or haiku, etc. And that might
explain the apparent Dieter-ness. My sincere-most apologies to DiETER!
(grin)
-- Stan Faryna (faryna@groupmail.com), September 29, 1999.
lOVe tHE PoD STaNlEY
rELaX, eNJoY It's eMBRaCE
dIEtEr uNDErSTaNDS
-- Dieter (questions@toask.com), September 29, 1999.
(blush). Good thing nothing's depending on my intelligence and wit
this evening. Stan, your posting went over my head like a flock of
stealth geese.
.
Like a pump lantern,
Bright when pumped, otherwise dim
I need priming now
-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 29, 1999.
My Lovelies, You're gonna absolutely love THIS one!
Haiku
Headlines of the Week
http://www.coolwebsite.com/haiku/archive/092799hh.htm
*******************************************
search engine mad one
who needs to find things out plain
to find any rest
--She begins to write upon her sheets
-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), September 29, 1999.
Well obviously my format synapses have not awakened this morning. I
wanted to mention that if you look at the top of the haiku headlines
page there are "news bureaus" where you can submit headlines...Waaaay
cool site.
search engine mad one
who needs to find things out plain
to find smallest rest
--She in the artsy magic marker deco sheet
-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), September 29, 1999.
As was said on Monty Python: And now, for something completely
different!:
A number of years ago, the Seattle Symphony was doing Beethoven's
Ninth Symphony under the baton of Milton Katims...At this point, you
must understand two things:
(1) There's a long segment in this symphony where the bass violins
don't have a thing to do. Not a single note for page after
page.
(2) There used to be a tavern called Dez's 400 right across the street
from the Seattle Opera House, rather favored by local
musicians.
It had been decided that during this performance, after the bass
players had played their parts in the opening of the Ninth, they were
to quietly lay down their instruments and leave the stage rather than
sit on their stools looking and feeling dumb for twenty
minutes.
Well, once they got backstage, someone suggested that they trot across
the street and quaff a few brews. After they had downed the first
couple rounds, one said, "Shouldn't we be getting back? It'd be
awfully embarrassing if we were late." Another, presumably the one who
suggested this excursion in the first place, replied, "Oh, I
anticipated we could use a little more time, so I tied a string around
the last pages of the conductor's score. When he gets down to there,
Milton's going to have to slow the tempo way down while he waves the
baton with one hand and fumbles with the string with the
other."
So they had another round and finally returned to the Opera House, a
little tipsy by now. However, as they came back on stage, one look at
their conductor's face told them they were in serious trouble. Katims
was furious! And why not? After all........
It was the bottom of the Ninth, the score was tied, and the basses
were loaded.
-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), September 29, 1999.
No mu's is good nu's? You beta not sigma that chi of talk again in open mixed homo-metaphysical inter-relational networks again to continue to reduce or eliminate the effort that minimalizes the extended knowledge-base of any extra-sensory deprived males reading (ie, those who end up sleeping the garage) in red socks.
On the other hand, I have heard another "bad" nuclear pun - in Greek no less - anybody care to hear it?
-- Robert A. Cook, PE (Marietta, GA) (cook.r@csaatl.com), September 29, 1999.
Donna,
I just gotta uncloak long enough to say "good one" via:
Uch, bleeck, gag, horrible, one of the worst puns I've ever heard.
-Greybear
-- Got Punishment?
-- Greybear (greybear@home.com), September 29, 1999.
father bear does me
great honor in uncloaking
i love his bear
hugs
!!!(((Greybear)))
--Daughter bear in the sheet
-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), September 29, 1999.
Oh gawd! They're all stripping now! The robeless Rob and the
decloaking Greybear.
This is NOT an R-rated thread! (There ARE no ratings to describe this
and the other FC threads. Hollywood would disown it).
At any rate, or not to rate, does anyone remember the name of the one
about Grandma's paycheck that turned into another off-fruitcake
winner?
Need a laugh.
Diane
-- Diane J. Squire (sacredspaces@yahoo.com), September 29, 1999.
Here ya go Diane: The uncategorized thread started by Littlesister was
called Grandmamas missing check
-- (sonofdust@rotfl.rotfltip), September 29, 1999.
We need to change that "uncategorized" to a "Misc: Humor, Puns, People and Poetry" group id.
-- Robert A. Cook, PE (Marietta, GA) (cook.r@csaatl.com), September 29, 1999.
What will I do if the net goes down? A fruitcake thread per day is way
better than an apple for keeping the doctor away!
Donna, I loved your joke, I'm gonna print it out and send it with my
daughter to her music teacher (superb isn't strong enough to describe
how good a teacher he is). He'll get a laugh from it - and probably
with it, too, at the next school concert. I'll be bach for more, if
you know some.
Rob, thanks for the link to Gramma's thread - I enjoyed it less than
the Gnome thread only because it didn't last as long. What a bunch of
witty people visit here. BTW, I saw a late (small) flock of geese
yesterday morning. They seemed a little confused, they were headed
east-northeast. If I see them again, I'll let them know that Robert is
southeast from here.
.
Winter's moving in
Frosty mornings preceding
windy afternoons.
.
Trees will soon be bare,
Stripped of lovely foliage,
Shivering in the cold.
.
"Quit whining", he says.
"I like warm climes", I reply.
"Can't we please move soon?"
-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 29, 1999.
Can I have my fruit cake, now? Heavily whiskeyed, please. I've got
cash-ews.
Robert,
Ok. What's the Greek pun for nukes?
Sincerely,
Stan Faryna
-- Stan Faryna (faryna@groupmail.com), September 29, 1999.
Well, shoot. I can't get my
'puter to post an answer to
Owl's cyber lunch thread,
and I did so want to come
along. (I'll just post it here,
and let the forum gods
straighten it out.)
Thanks for the in-vite to this
here thang.
Cajun boudin is what I'll
brang
And gator balls for some of
you,
And a great big pot of
crawdad stew.
And just so's we keep thing's
loose,
Two dozen jars of Cuzin
Iggies down-home, sure
-'nuff free-fer-all, Jiggle
Juice!
P.S. -Pass the crap dip to
that guy from UPS with be
big grin on his face.
-- Lon Frank (lgal@exp.net), September 29, 1999.
Robert, please post your nuke pun. 'Course I won't understand it, it's
all Greek to me.
Lon, what did the UPS man do to deserve that?
-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 29, 1999.
Tricia, you just gotta read the thread to see what the UPS man got.
hee hee! Hey, Lon! I'll pass on the gator balls, howz about some
gumbo?? It got cooler today! I'm goin' to Pappadeaux's tonight.
YEA!!!! :-)
-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), September 29, 1999.
Gayla, I read that thread; I just didn't think the poor man deserved
'crap dip'.
Diane/alternate Sys-op, can you fix the answer button on the brunch
thread, please? It seems to be all html, no grey submit box. (Maybe
it's just a Netscape problem?)
-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 29, 1999.
It is the ususal unusual case of the strangely moving [Submit] button - happens irregularly around about here (or there, or not here, as the case might be - or might not be - since the button moved....) but anyway - where the present location isn't - the button is there, next to the red socks. So you gotta look someplace else for it - for the button that is, not that I'd expect the red socks to be near the "crab dip" - or close to the other location of the "grab dip" - but then you get your fingers dirty if you "grab dip" ...
Oh - back to the [Submit] button - slowwwwly page up, or scroll up the screen - you'l probably find it hiding somewhere in the thread a little higher. It goes the same place the missing thread numbers go.
Or just hit the "tab" button after writing something - and pray it tabbed to the button.
-- Robert A. Cook, PE (Marietta, GA) (cook.r@csaatl.com), September 29, 1999.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo. Whiskey-soaked fruitcake and lots of
jiggle-juice. Can't wait. Count me in!
Speaking of 'count', since the answers start decrementing on the
seventh day after a thread is started, that means that one of us
should post the count just before then as a starting point for S.O.B.
So, since this here thread was started on September 26th, we add 6
more just to be sure it is accurate, and post the thread count on
September 32nd.
-- (sonofdust@ican.count), September 29, 1999.
But that's only good for every other alternate leap year ending in a Friday....I tried to post a count, but he wouldn't fit in the mail slot.
-- Robert A. Cook, PE (Marietta, GA) (cook.r@csaatl.com), September 29, 1999.
Aw c'mon Robert. Duke it out with him! If he won't fit then maybe use
a little Earl. You can always Count on Earl!
-- (sonofdust@keep.trying), September 29, 1999.
Right now, Cory, Ed, and Paul are posting. It is about one hour
before tomorrow. Anyone else besides me wonder if any of them ever
lurk on these comic relief threads? Would be great to know!
BFN, Rob
-- (sonofdust@just.curious), September 29, 1999.
Robert, I apologize for doubting you. I always thought it was your
eyes that wandered, not the submit button. Next time I'll believe you
more readily. BTW, where's that promised nuke joke - or did I just
miss it flying by with Stan's mu stealth geese?
Rob, I think Cory has answered on a thread or two, and wasn't Paul on
Gramma's thread? None of those three are often seen on humourous
threads, I guess they save their wits for battles thereof. Re : your
meeting with GB, better keep those really red socks in good shape in
case we have a less than TEOTWAKI - you'll need 'em at Unc's party.
-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 29, 1999.
Hi Tricia. I thought I was going to get some sleep now but I'm still
too awake! Anyway, my socks are scheduled for washing this week and
they will be safely duct-taped together until Valentines Day. As far
as Unc's party, I don't know if he would want me there, especialy
since Dieter doesn't seem to like me. So we will just have to wait
and see on that.
Nice to see GB post here again :)
-- (sonofdust@red.socks), September 29, 1999.
Question:
Is there a silver lining in every fruit cake? How about Gold Eagles
for the gold bugs? 1/1Oth ounce, I suspect. But how do you keep the
coins from melting when you bake? Does Andy know?! More whiskey!!!
Sincerely,
Stan Faryna
-- Stan Faryna (faryna@groupmail.com), September 29, 1999.
Only one haiku for now,...
modern day minstral
singing
one song to the grass
rocks trees fish birds
you
--She in the sheet,...
-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), September 30, 1999.
Okay Robert... new category... Misc/Humor/Puns/People & Poetry (New)
Will re-assign the FC threads in awhile. Will try to locate the
wandering submit button first.
Okay FRLians... if you know of "fun" threads that need to be
recategorized, please provide links.
Diane
-- Diane J. Squire (sacredspaces@yahoo.com), September 30, 1999.
More FRLi-isms:
I Dream of Beanies - the latest recipe book
Rice'r'Roni - the choice the cook has to make
Pepper Roni - spicing up dinner
Is haitchu? - code when meeting fellow frlian in public
Limmerick - correct response
-- T eht C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 30, 1999.
Looks like the original brunch thread got zapped. Likely unfixable.
See...
UPDATED CYBER BRUNCH INVITATION
http://www.greenspun.com/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg.tcl?msg_id=001Upp
cyber-brunch update
http://www.greenspun.com/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg.tcl?msg_id=001Uuj
-- Diane J. Squire (sacredspaces@yahoo.com), September 30, 1999.
Thanks for the fixes, Chuck and Diane. The brunch thread is starting
to be a run for the FRL's money :-)
Rob, instead of putting those favorite socks in the dryer, maybe you
should hang them to dry and not risk having them kidnapped by dryer
gremlins. You know how much they love red socks!
See y'all on Sunday - unless I happen to be awake enough to post
earlier.
-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 30, 1999.
Ooops, email directory is busted big time (MS Outlook hung up while transmitting).
Will have to fix later (Oct 10ish) since I will be out of town (Houston, TX) next week on business. Hope to see Lon whilest down there, any others? (Le Miss Gayla will be traveling - so I'll apparently (or transparently) appear to miss her again.....drat!)
-- Robert A. Cook, PE (Marietta, GA) (cook.r@csaatl.com), October 01, 1999.
I agree with Mom,
I really like warmer climes too!
Why aren't we gone yet?
I know, I always post OT, but that's OK.
-- Carla the Canuck (got@no.address), October 01, 1999.
Hi, ever-body.
I know that NO one here
recoginizes me, because I'm
new here. But I just was in
the neighborhood, and was
wonderin', was anyone storin'
up on nuts and sunflower
seeds for Y2K?
Also, I happen to be writin' a
book on bird feeders, and
just thought I'd ask if ya'll
might happen to have some
in your yards. If so, might
they be electrified, or have
some such diabolical
comtraption which might be
construed as deterrent to
small, loveable creatures like
say, squirells?
No reason in particular, just
wonderin', you know.
-- Agent Nutsy (lgal@exp.net), October 01, 1999.
Well reconnisance (-1 sp) Agent,
Feed both birds... AND squirrels! (No surprise there). In fact one
is chattering a fuzzy communique outside right now! Difficult to
decode... but... has something to do with... the cat!
Report that to....
An Ultimatum!!! -- The Squirrel King (Still Nuts@upina.Tree)
http://www.greenspun.com/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg.tcl?msg_id=
001VQo
Ive also enlisted some additional spy... uh... protective
assistance... good for innocent squirrel distractions...
;-D
Then there's...
The Back-up force!
Diane
-- Diane J. Squire (sacredspaces@yahoo.com), October 01, 1999.
Hi, guys,
Just thought I'd stop back for
a chat, ya know. Well, what
have we here? Little masked
furballs - Ewok Ninjas?
And I hear Diane has put up
a new squir...ah, bird feeder.
A NICE one too. With a
moat and everything. Those
wouldn't be piranhas in
there, would they?
Oh, well, no concern of mine,
just makin' conversation, ya
know. And what about the
famous stealth goose
squadron? Gone to Florida
for a little bikini R&R, have
they? Flyboys are all the
same, ain't they?
Well, gotta run, nice
chatterin' ......uh, I mean
talkin' with ya.
-- Lon Frank (lgal@exp.net), October 01, 1999.
Dang,
I don't know who keeps
puttin' Lon's name on my
posts. I don't even know the
guy, though I hear that he is
quite handsome and hates
squirrels.
-- Agent Nutsy (lgal@exp.net), October 01, 1999.
90 days to go. Won't be around much for a while. Time for a Y2K
break. Perhaps the last. Keep well FRLians.
S.O.B. #73
Long Live the FRL!!!!
BFN, Rob
-- (sonofdust@y2k.break), October 02, 1999.
Here I am, I've come to play
But most of my friends have gone away
Gayla's rubber necking,
Chris is Quebec-ing,
Robert and Rob just won't stay :-(
.
But here's Lon and Diane, perhaps Hardliner too,
Grey Bear popped in and Donna's got haiku,
Perhaps today
Will be okay
When many fruitcakes become few.
-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 02, 1999.
Tricia,...I think you're in the flow...Yes, today will be a good one.
Each moment. Here...here...here...here,...The moments one at a time,
life as meditation. I feel happy to be here. AND I found a poem to
share.
from "To Those Born Later"
Truly, I live in dark times!
The guileless word is folly. A smooth forehead
suggests insensitivity. The man who laughs
Has simply not yet had
The terrible news....
In the old books it says what wisdom is:
To shun the strife of the world and to live out
Your brief time without fear
Also to get along without violence
To return good for evil
Not to fulfill your desires but to forget them
Is accounted wise.
All this I cannot do:
Truly I live in dark times.
I came to the cities in a time of disorder
When hunger reigned there.
I came among men in a time of revolt
And I rebelled with them.
So passed my time
Which had been given to me on earth...
Our forces were slight. Our goal
Lay far in the distance.
It was clearly visible, though I myself
Was unlikely to reach it.
So passed my time
Which had been given to me on earth....
You who will emerge from the flood
In which we have gone under
Remember
When you speak of our failings
The dark time too
Which you have escaped....
...we know:
Hatred, even of meanness,
Contorts the features.
Anger, even against injustice
Makes the voice hoarse. Oh, we
Who wanted to prepare the ground for friendliness
Could not ourselves be friendly.
But you, when the time comes at last
And man is a helper to man
Think of us
With forebearance.
(Of what dark times does the poet speak? Who is the poet?)
Bertolt Brecht
--in moments upon the hilltop,...
-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 02, 1999.
yesterday brecht writes
our todays are just the heres
reiterated
-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 02, 1999.
I may make a mash of this, so I won't attribute the originator's name,
just that the thoughts (and some phrases) are borrowed :
"DO Something"
We live in a time and place of freedom and opportunity unparalleled in
history. We can do more with less effort than even the wealthiest of
previous ages. In times past, the one constant has always been change;
civilizations rise and fall - ours is certain to do the same. Our
ancestors lay with their faces in the mud and the boot of tyranny on
their necks, almost certainly our decendants will do the same. We,
however, for this brief moment can stand up and work for ourselves,
think for ourselves, do things to change our world. Yet most of us
still lie with our faces in the mud. The boot of tyranny is lifted,
yet we do not move, we do not act to leave a better world when we go.
We have the wealth of time, opportunity and resourses. Get up. Wipe
the mud from your eyes. Decide what you will do and DO IT!
This little mini-sermon has been on my mind more and more frequently.
Our window of opportunity may be smaller than our society has any
idea. How best can we utilize it?
-- Tricia the Canuck (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 03, 1999.
Another good site for limmerick and haiku:
http://www.coolwebsite.com/haiku/archive/1998/070398ll.htm
Limm
erick Leaders
Keep your fingers crossed everyone,...got three different buyers
coming this afternoon to look at a piano I'm selling...could mean I'll
be able to pay the mortgage this month! :-) Dang I love economic
security!
--She in the sheet with a reason to have a campsite on the hilltop
-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 03, 1999.
Now don't be sluggards! Get those limmericks and haiku in here for
all of us to 'ooh' and 'ah' over! Enough of the lull-ish
weekend...Hey Chief,...couldn't we get some sort of edict requiring
poetic contributions lest the post risk future air strikes from the
stealth geese? Nah...never mind...just a silly thought!
Vive la revolution!
-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 03, 1999.
ARRGGHH I just lost another poem :-(
It wasn't great, but it was the best I've done today. A replacement:
.
Donna, dear I greatly fear
That we have been deserted.
Rob's on a break; Lon's on the take
(He went squirrelly after we flirted)
Gayla and Chris then Robert we miss,
They've left their computers behind them.
Old Git, Jon, Chuck, Stan, @, Deborah and Diane
Must all be busy on the forum.
Hardliner and Dieter and GreyBear won't meet here
Without a terrific draw
So it's just you and me, kid, the rest have all hid -
Let's sit down and have us a jaw.
-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 04, 1999.
give the thread a push
a lim'rick waits in the wings
it's
only a stage
tricia and donna
hold down the make-believe
fort
the gang will return
-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 05, 1999.
I'm still waiting for clearance from the BATF&F on getting a fruitcake
launcher-- it is an exceptional pun-isher when it comes to crimes of
the literate and other literary faux paux. It's a great riot and crowd
controller too. You gots to keep on keeping the people fed, I always
say.
Pass the fruitcake and praise the Lord!
-- Stan Faryna (faryna@groupmail.com), October 05, 1999.
Lapful of warm cat
Loud and happy purr machine
Rodent control, too.
.
Ashton and Leska
Have returned to the forum
Where is their report??
.
Stan awaits licence
For a fruitcake catapult
You can have this one
.
Morning silliness
While rubbing eyes and yawning
Good start to the day
-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 05, 1999.
Oh, and Donna, evidence that DiEteR lurks still :
.
UnCerTaIn tYpiNg
wHat IS hAPPeniNG To mE
ThE ShiFt KEy's SticKinG
.
found at Haiku-matic site.
-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 05, 1999.
Hi Tricia! & Donna, Rob, SOB, Lon (gone bushy-tailed, you rascal!),
Hardliner, Diane, Gayla, Robert, Stan, Chuck, Deborah, Sue, all
FRLians old and new, musty crusty moldy rummy & mummy! We're in
zombie land but will venture to report that we have GREATLY missed the
FRL and have been too zonked to type anything sincycle! Course that
means we shoulda been here exclusively. Only had 3 minutes at a time,
couldn't load FRLian threads fast enough. And may hafta go back to
that job! NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO :_(
Thanks you velly mucheezmo for zee AWard on #8 :-) We will have to
aacccckkkkkk knoll ledge that jes as soon as possible. Velly sweet of
y'all. We feel like rats not being able to do justice to the FRL.
Later ... now we gettin ready for Dr. appt, Ashton gots a real painful
ulcer he gotta get healed right away before it performates -- that H.
pylori is nasty bacteria.
All that bird & bug spraying in the other threads -- please addvice
our stealth migrations to steer veeeeery clear of those areas! Not
good for the nervous system which as we all know must be at high
string now especially.
-- A & L, still too tired to make sense (allaha@earthlink.net), October 05, 1999.
Welcome back!!
Hope Ashton is well soon. Sleep deprivation does no favours for the
immune system, I hope you get a decent length break!
-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 05, 1999.
She holds hands with Leska and Ashton playing:
-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 05, 1999.
one fruitcake launcher
the enemy on all sides
stuffing their faces
-- Stan Faryna (faryna@groupmail.com), October 05, 1999.
One of my favorite books for years and years. I've given
away so many copies, I don't even have my own left:
From The Book of Qualities...
When Imagination walks, she writes letters to the earth.
When she runs, her feet trace postcards to the sun.
And when she dances, when she dances,
she sends love letters to
the stars...
Even with the old stories, she wants us to see what has never been
seen before.
Judgment does not like many people, but he loves a few very
much.
Although he is arrogant, he is not nearly as confident as others
assume.
He does not quite know how to handle all his insight,
so people get
the wrong idea.
He is not ruthless, but steady and obsessed by his search for the
truth.
Blame keeps a pharmacist's scale at the corner of his desk.
He is very good at measuring emotions and calculating who has suffered
more than whom.
No one doubts that he is clever...
he confessed that he was puzzled
because he keeps running into the
same problems in all his relationships...
Inspiration is disturbing.
She does not believe in guarantees or insurance or strict
schedules.
She is not interested in how well you write your grant proposal
or what you do for a living or why you are too busy to see her.
She will be there when you need her but you have to take it on
trust.
Surrender. She knows when you need her better than you
do.
--The Book of Qualities
J. Ruth Gendler, 1988, Harper & Row Publishers, available in reissue
at that Amazon place.
-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 05, 1999.
Hiya, guys.
How'ss the Y2K preps goin'?
I mean, you are storing
plenty of important stuff like
, oh, say, nuts and dried corn,
huh?
That's really good people
food, and I don't think them
dastardly squirrels like it at
all. Probably a safe bet to
just leave it outside under
the shed or somethin', you
know. Save room in the
house.
Anyway, it's not important. I
just thought I'd mention it.
And by the way, sunflower
seeds are real cheap right
now; practically free! Yeah,
suunfloower seeeds. I
.........like ......suuunfloowwwer
......seeeeds.........(drool)
(twitch).
Uh, anyway, nice visitin'.
Gotta scamper!
Your trustworthy new friend,
-- Agent Nutsy (lgal@exp.net), October 05, 1999.
one fruitcake launcher
the enemy on all sides
stuffing their faces
-- Stan Faryna (faryna@groupmail.com), October 05, 1999.
Pppppssstttt, anybody else notice some furry double agent? How can
such a nakedly obviously mole rat be in our midst without being
ferreted out! Everybody must be soaked solid rummy! Andy's living in
his bowl now. And there's a rumor Diane & Co. are off in their own
private Forum. Hhrrmmm. Get too busy for a month and the place goes
to the squirrels.
-- Ashton & Leska in Cascadia (allaha@earthlink.net), October 05, 1999.
Banging at the door!
one-two-three-four-five-six shots.
whiskey, not a gun.
-- Stan Faryna (faryna@groupmail.com), October 05, 1999.
There is a series of CAT threads that might need to be tossed into
the humor catagory (blatant attempt to get SOMEONE else ANYONE else
to do some of the dirty digging to find the one post by Andy that
includes Elevator Butt).
Can't stay mad when you have a lap full of purring cat(s)!
chuck
Who demonstrated
for all un-telestrated,
his lack
of poetic tack.
.
.
.
.
.
(t)
-- Chuck, a night driver (rienzoo@en.com), October 05, 1999.
puns thoroughly intentional
-- Chuck, a night driver (rienzoo@en.com), October 05, 1999.
Just 'cause you phoned, Leska... (Thanks for being concerned! Hope
Ashton's better too)...
Tricia must'a hi-chooed once too often in the direction of California,
and now I have the flu. Sniffle, cough, fever, chill...
Disappearing for a few daze to sleep 'n heal. (And NOT dream about
Y2K).
Wish I knew how to spell... gazoonheight.
Diane
-- Diane J. Squire (sacredspaces@yahoo.com), October 06, 1999.
Now comes the challenge; typing my closing haiku with no screen...
Lon, er, I mean Evil Twin, er, I mean, Agent Squirrelly, uh Nutsy -
that's it, Agent Nutsy! I have a parrot so I have lots of nuts and
seeds. And three cats. Who like rodents.
Ashton and Leska, I think some evil witch got cast a spell on poor
Lon. He's sworn allegiance to the Squirrel King, or something. Then
she must have hit Diane with a 'flu spell, 'cause it wasn't my
haichuing no, no, couldn't have been.
Chuck, good luck finding the cat threads ;-) (Nice try though)
Diane, I hope you're feeling better immediate! Although I'd like to
point out that mine wasn't the last Haitchu written before you started
sniffling.
.
What a lovely night.
Winter snow's gone North again,
At least for the nonce...
-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 06, 1999.
Chuck, I did some archive searching but found only the thread about
the English party that's elected a cat as their leader :
http://www.greenspun.com/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg.tcl?msg_id=001Sxx
I didn't see the elevator one, or have forgotten if I did. So I don't
remember the title (always easier to search if memory contains at
least one title word!) Anyway, that's the only thread I found with a
cat title that might belong in the humour thread.
-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 06, 1999.
An unabridged quotation from The Book of Qualities, by J. Ruth
Gendler:
"Power Power made me a coat. For a long time I kept it in the
back of my closet. I didn't like to wear it much, but I always took
good care of it. When I first started wearing it again, it smelled
like mothballs. As I wore it more, it started fitting better, and
stopped smelling like mothballs.
I was afraid if I wore the coat too much someone would want to take it
or else I would accidentally leave it in the dojo dressing room. but
it has my name on the label now, and It doesn't really fit anyone
else. When people ask me where I found such a becoming garment, I
tell them abou the tailor, Power, who knows how to make coats that you
grow into. First, you must find the courage to approach him and ask
him to make you coat. Then, you must find the patience inside
yourself to wear the coat until it fits."
it's not what some think
not against or over all
the still
potential
the quiet blue pool
power is that and it is
not
at all what's thought
-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 07, 1999.
Thanks for the musings, Donna. Here's a morning hug for you
(((Donna))).
.
What a long, long night.
I thought it would never end!
Now it's sleepy-time (-_-)
.
G'day mates ;-)
-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 07, 1999.
Can I rant? (is that muffled assent from my kindred FRLians?)
I'm applying for a job as a CCW, child care worker, in a state
licensed organization with 6 soft group homes. The population is kids
8-18, most in the family/juvenile court system, most/all removed from
homes due to severe abuse. The process of just getting to the point
of starting at a facility is so daunting and crazy-making, heavily
regulated, and as it turns out, for a poor church mouse like me
expensive. Let me 'splain. DMV printout-$5; TB test and basic health
screening-$30.00; fingerprinting-$5-15, but since I'm in a hurry,
it'll have to be $15. There's other rigamarole with zero cost in
dollars but cost in running around burning gasoline. Hours and
hours....So far, if I actually get to work there, I'll have to work
5-1/2 hours minimum just to break even. I do love capitalism, I do
love capitalism, I do, I do, I do........I can do this!
Now, I know I'm whining...but I've been self-employed for at least six
years, a musician,..."they" don't regulate us, but maybe "they"
should.
Leads me to drift off pondering the consequences of the
ever-increasing complexity upon human beings. Quick somebody write
me a limmerick! :-)
Got Cheerleading?
-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 07, 1999.
It is difficult
to get the news from poems,
yet men die miserably every day
for lack of what is found there.
William Carlos Williams
-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 08, 1999.
Poor Donna has to jump a hoop
They make her do the loop-de-loop
To let her work,
(She doesn't shirk)
It's enough to make her spirits droop!
.
Sorry you had to wait so long, Donna. I don't check in very often when
I'm working nights, and as we both know, just about everyone else has
deserted us :-(
Moreover, I'm about to jump ship, too - at least for the weekend. It's
Thanksgiving in Canada this weekend, and I'm expecting 20 to 30 people
for dinner on Sunday. The house is a disaster zone and although I have
a full pantry, somehow I don't think that beans and rice are what
people will be expecting (this year), so I need to go get a turkey and
some trimmings. If I'm back at all before Monday, it will be merely a
brief peek in to wish everyone a blessed Thanksgiving. (So much to be
thankful for this year - hope I can say the same again this time next
year!)
I'm off to sleep well ;-) see y'all soon.
-- Tricia the Canuck (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 08, 1999.
Thanks, Tricia! It wasn't long at long, really.
You have a terrific Thanksgiving. ((((Tricia))))
--The loopy one in the sheet,...
-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 08, 1999.
Ain't ya'll never heard of a double-
agent???
Come on, ya knew it was me all
along, didn't ya? I just about had
that furry little reprobate eatin'
outta my hand, too.
Squirrel King, my hind foot! Down
here on the bayou he'd be Squirrel
a' la King, I'll tell ya.
Anyway, after ya'll blew my cover,
I'm layin' low, fer sure. I know my
shack is staked out by the toothy
little tyrant. I saw movement in
the trees at first light this morning,
and heard scratching on the tin
roof.
I mean, I'm in real danger here.
You DO know what squirrels store
for the winter, don't ya?
Hunkered down, and keepin' one
eye open, (and my knees
together),
Lon
P.S. - Trish, as my evel twin would
say, "Thanksgiving in Canada!??
What could you possibly be
thankful for up in that frozen
wasteland? :)
-- Lon Frank (lgal@exp.net), October 08, 1999.
Yes, time and tide do fragile beings bend,
Reversals, deaths, dark vagaries assail.
Yet, like or not, my griefs and joys still lend
Poignant flavor, the spice of win and fail.
Life-Seas'ning moments fill the canvas cloth
Of jaunty lifeboat, a dinghy 'mid the clouds.
Inside, cocooned, I'm a gourmet gypsy moth;
Swoop, feast, then back,...to flee the madding crowds.
Please notice not my fine avoidance tools,
Nor see the scars from flying through the thorns.
Instead, the wingy dress, this costumed fool.
See this Ephem'ral dance the orange morns.
No shrouded enigma, a glass I hold,
To mirror all sav'ry existence untold.
--She in the sheet with her fledgling sonnets,
-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 08, 1999.
I just got an email from Hallyx with a URL home to a great
essay/speech by Richard Reece. Since so many visionaries, poets,
artists and musicians call FRL home away from home, I thought some
might like to read what Richard has to say about subjects near and
dear to us. Here's a quote:
"Stories are our software. Stories are the heart and soul of every
culture. Stories define who we are, what we believe, and how we
behave. Stories are our most important and powerful possessions.
Good stories produce cultures that live in balance with the Earth, and
bad stories produce cultures like the one you see around you. Stories
created our problems, but stories can be changed. Stories must be
changed. Only the poets can save us now."
http://www.eco-action.org/dt/poets.html
Only The Poets Can
Save Us Now
-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 08, 1999.
Donna, thanks for the site reference. When I read this :
"My only intention is to tickle your thinker. Trust nothing I say.
Learn for yourself. Think for yourself."
I realized why Hallyx had thought of you :-)
.
Lon, so sorry that you've been uncovered. It seems to be a common
problem on frl threads. From me leaving my gym stuff behind to
GreyBear decloaking and Rob losing his really bright solid red socks,
we seem to have a problem with clothes dropping here. Better clothes
than names, I always say ;-) It may even have spread throughout the
BB, there was that circus thread where Donna lost her sheet. I have
some extra quilts if you need one. Which brings me to what I'm
thankful for. Besides the obvious food, warmth and family, there's so
much I don't know where to start. Maybe with the friends I've made
here that lighten my heart just when I feel that Y2K is beyond my
ability to cope. I'll think about it over the weekend and see if I can
keep a poem in mind long enough to post it on Monday.
'Til then, Happy Thanksgiving all.
-- Tricia the Canuck (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 09, 1999.
A couple of my favorite quotations, in keeping with the notion of
poets saving the world.
The purpose of art is to lay bare the questions which have been
hidden by the answers. James Baldwin
"There are only two kinds of artists -- revolutionaries and
plagiarists." Paul Gauguin
-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 10, 1999.
BTW,...huzzars are in order. I completed almost all of my
hoop-jumping and started my first observational/paid shift at one of
the group homes. Got home a bit over an hour ago after an
interesting 8 hours. I think I'll like it. Six teen girls...most
endearing and challenging. I'll write you a poem, after I sleep a
bit.
AND finally,...here's a book I'm recommending, relatively new. By
Leonard Shlain. "Art and Physics: (some subtitle)" Fantastic.
Here's a link to Shlain's web site with a synopsis of his book.
Art and Physics,
Leonard Shlain
http://artandphysics.com/synopsis.html
'Night all!
-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 10, 1999.
Glad your day went well Donna! And you'll enjoy the extra fun*ding.
;-D
Happy Canuckian Thanksgiving Tricia. This may be an inappropriate
question, but do you eat Turkey or stealth goose with fruitcake
stuffing?
At any rate... make it wonderful!
Diane
-- Diane J. Squire (sacredspaces@yahoo.com), October 10, 1999.
Ooooh....fruitcake stuffing! I make Stuffing Surprise every
year...something different, my kids shudder, picking through it
with their forks like they were defusing a live bomb.
Fruitcake,....hummmmm.....
-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 10, 1999.
Ah, back at home and "hook'ed up" again....Yay! (Sound of one hand patting oneself on the back....)
-- Robert A. Cook, PE (Marietta, GA) (cook.r@csaatl.com), October 10, 1999.
Congratulations, Donna! A hug for strength : ((Donna))
Diane, always stealth with fruitcake stuffing - only problem is, we
had regular stuffing, so we had turkey :-) Thanks for the
well-wishing.
Robert, welcome back. Did you enjoy a successful trip? (How *does* one
trip successfully?) It's nice to see your posts again. Your comment
about the one handed back clap made me think of a comic I read
recently. I'll see if I can find the url.
-- Tricia the Canuck (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 11, 1999.
I couldn't find the comic, I think it's gone outdated. It was a
"Betty" comic where Betty and Alex were discussing day trading. Betty
asks if it isn't dangerous. Alex says 'Of course, that's why you only
use money you can afford to lose.' Betty stares off into space 'til
Alex waves her hand by Betty's face. Betty says (something like),
'Sorry for the Zen moment. The sound of one hand clapping never did it
for me, but money you can afford to lose...'
-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 11, 1999.
Robert, welcome back! Thanks, T. Hey, gang how about that new
singing sensation, Dieter and the Hot Sheets!? A new job and a
great new gig all in one week. More goodness than a woman can handle.
-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 11, 1999.
A blankish verse inspired by no one here
"Well, obviously those anti-establishment types
can't hack it in the Real World."
So amazing, so hard. Can't hack?
Nay, refuse your Real World, little girl,and choose mine.
So amazing, so hard, the mix of philosophies in the head.
Is Resistance possessing the secret of joy,
or is it the River, the Flow instead?
"Well, obviously those anti-establishment types
can't hack it in the Real World,"
you said.
So staggering,... the minds like Mother's, godloveher,...
so narrow both eyes can see
through the keyhole of their cells at the same time, little girl.
So amazing, so hard.
I would love to argue, but would rather dance.
"Well, obviously those anti-establishment types
can't hack it in the Real World," your sanity-saving refrain.
And of course you don't know I have, and could again pretend it like a
pro;
I could pass, (wink, wink)
but choose not to in order to save my soul.
Your Real World, little girl,...
so amazing, so hard,....is devoid of sustenance.
Please keep it.
-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 11, 1999.
As promised (threatened), a Thanksgiving poem :
.
For Carla's smile and Shadow's purr,
For Pierra's sounds and Cici's fur,
For Jeff's patience and Miriams joy,
For watching Kaos with his toy,
I'm thankful.
.
For cyber friends I'll name a few,
Rob, Gayla, Robert, Chris and you,
For threads that make me laugh or cry,
Remind me to prepare, and why
I'm thankful.
For all the beauty in my life,
For in-law relations without strife,
For autumn colours and the hope of spring,
For food to eat and songs to sing,
I'm thankful.
.
For a brain that thinks and feet that walk,
For ears that hear and friends who talk,
For money both to use and give,
For peace and kindness and a life to live
I'm thankful.
.
For God who loves me, so I believe,
When I laugh and when I grieve,
Who sent His son to show the way
To draw me near to Him each day
I'm thankful.
.
-- Tricia the Canuck (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 11, 1999.
Wonderful poems. ThanksGiving :-) Nice to be able to rest in our
Fruitcake Home *sigh of contented pleasure and relief*
-- Ashton & Leska in Cascadia (allaha@earthlink.net), October 11, 1999.
Thank you Tricia. Counting blessings here too. And my addition to
the poets' table:
Teach Your Children. Well?
From the mythic and now: When folks say,
"You're insane. Will you please go away?
You're a jerk, what is more,
An unbearable bore.
Now vamoose! Oh, but have a nice day;"
Think Cassandra. She heard much the same
As Greek cities went poof. What a dame!
She was cursed. She was blessed,
And could see the whole mess
Long before the big Trojan endgame.
Does it matter if anyone hears?
Mother Culture keeps deafening the ears
Of the wise ones and dulls.
Poets dance in the lulls
Of Uncertainty's musical years.
'Cos it's not just computers and code;
Multi-crit-biorhythm-Earth mode,
Unseen legacies gleaned,
A dense forest, linked trees
What a ride on our sinkhole-pocked road.
Take the River of Vision that's been
Singing loud a sweet song of win-win.
Ignore all invective.
Embrace new perspective.
Grab a helmet, take heart, and strap in!
-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 11, 1999.
Donna, thanks for your poems. I should have included them specifically
in my thanksgiving, but if I wrote everything I'm grateful for, I'd
make this thread longer than the first Fruitcake one.
Ashton and Leska, does settling in to Fruitcake home mean that you
will *not* be going back to the 'no computer zone'? It's sure nice to
see your posts on a regular basis again!
Has anyone heard when Gayla, Rob or Chris plan to be back, too? I miss
them. Sure hope they're enjoying their time off.
-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 11, 1999.
I miss them too! :-( Tricia, I understand...about the long list.
Gratitude is where you find it.
--She in the sheet, upon her hilltop singing,... "When I'm weary and I
can't sleep, I count my blessings instead of sheep, and I fall asleep
counting my blessings."
-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 11, 1999.
This is a really wonderful thread, and I am having trouble expressing
in my own words why I feel that way, however there is always a quote.
;-)
I know that today just as any time in the past, every true poem or
painting, every true measure of music is paid for with life, with
suffering & with blood.
- Hermann Hesse
Don't stop living FRLians, too few ever truly live.
-- Deborah (infowars@yahoo.com), October 11, 1999.
Well, this thread seems to have taken a turn for the verse. So, before
I forget, I hope you enjoy this little ditty.
Y2K Sonnet
Though time, whose majesty holds us in thrall,
Progresses like an arrow. Understood,
By those who are aware. And, though we brood,
It draws the margins of each life. And all
Who seek to live their lives must yet recall
The past, yet live the present --- as we should.
The future's just a veil of smoke, a pall.
In fact, it could be anybody's call.
Remember this for future history:
Though merely mortal sense is rarely keen,
It mocks the wit of literal machine
In sensing linearity of years.
Confusion which reduces us to tears.
It doesn't even know the century.
-- Hallyx (Hallyx@aol.com), October 12, 1999.
Oh, God, I need a drink.
Pollies are thick as flies today.
You can't wish them away.
-- lisa (lisa@work.now), October 12, 1999.
Hallyx! Welcome back :-) Awesome verse, y'all. Hi Lisa. Anybody
know what's happened to HardLiner? Sure miss him. Not on any thread
we can find :_( And somebody posted that E Coli had just posted,
but we can't find that anywhere. And where's our Chieftain? The
beavers haven't knapped him in the dam, have they? Not yet anyway?
-- Ashton & Leska in Cascadia (allaha@earthlink.net), October 12, 1999.
Hi, Hallyx, nice to see you here again.
Ashton and Leska, Rob said he was taking some time off, no reason
given. Maybe he's still cleaning up from Floyd? As for E., there have
indeed been sightings lately, but I've forgotten on which thread.
I'm bagged. See y'all later.
-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 12, 1999.
Lisa, I meant to welcome you to the asylum, but like I said, I'm
bagged. This thread is also known as the doomer refuge - either
polly's have no interest in it, or the sysops exercise their "dele"
rights a little more vigourously or both. Come again sometime, poetry
optional, sense of humour required.
-- T hte C (t_c@hotmail.com), October 12, 1999.
FRLian Chef Rob here, reporting for duty!
To maintain the high degree of creditable poetry in its current
state, or city, or town, or village, and also since this thread is
getting a bit long now, the First Order of Official FRLian business
is starting
FRL #10
See you there!
Your fearless leader, Rob Michaels
-- (sonofdust@im.back), October 12, 1999.
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