Delightful. My platies has sprayed fry all over the tank again. Soon my bushfish will feast!
http://aquaworld.netfirms.com/Labyri...cutirostre.jpg

Everybody is deer hunting today in these parts.

I miss venison, send me some.

recycle that road kill
http://www.sausagemaker.com/ProductImages/81140.jpg

nice to see everyone up, I was about to start making cricket noises.

Oh?

The crickets'
noises in the night
are soothing.

The rain just turned to snow.
I have a great view out my back window.
I feel snug inside.
Time for tea.

or Time for TT? a random gratuitous pic of my car

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2.../SupraREVE.jpg

You're not bad.
If one can tell this,
your car can't.

1234 tell me that you'll post some more.

5678 post here before it's too late.

Will our living try
to save us from what we are?
I'm guessing it does.

tell me true, tell me why.....

Did I watch too much T.V..?

TV fries your brain.

Actually, it's more like it microwave's your brain.
Or poops on it.

Soo Catwoman has a My Space page...Yikes.

Goths are soo tedious.

"I enjoy slaughtering beasts and I think of my relatives constantly."
Roger Zelazny.

I want to go to sleep.

Kobayashi once ate 57 cow brains (that's 17.7 pounds worth) in 15 minutes. Just hope they weren't British (mad) cow brains, because this guy is already crazy enough...
...probably better for you than most hot dogs
http://wetasschronicles.com/archives...uKobayashi.jpg

Plop Plop.. Fizz Fizz..

That guy is crazy.

I no shovel food.
better to savor flavors.
joy in taking time.

Take your time before time takes you.

http://www.lefty.co.nz/images/Take%20Time.jpg

I wish my Master Craftsman at Deutsch Electronics had the same attitude.

forgetting "I" spelled
my own damn self I forgot
There was something else.

Sanity for me
is deep under the covers
till they go away.

That meditating on things human, all too human (or, as the learned phrase goes, “psychological observation”) is one of the means by which man can ease life’s burden; that by exercising this art, one can secure presence of mind in difficult situations and entertainment amid boring surroundings; indeed, that from the thorniest and unhappiest phases of one’s own life one can pluck maxims and feel a bit better thereby: this was believed, known—in earlier centuries. Why has it been forgotten in this century, when many signs point, in Germany at least, if not throughout Europe, to the dearth of psychological observation? Not particularly in novels, short stories, and philosophical meditations, for these are the work of exceptional men; but more in the judging of public events and personalities; most of all we lack the art of psychological dissection and calculation in all classes of society, where one hears a lot of talk about men, but none at all about man. Why do people let the richest and most harmless source of entertainment get away from them? Why do they not even read the great masters of the psychological maxim any more? For it is no exaggeration to say that it is hard to find the cultured European who has read La Rochefoucauld and his spiritual and artistic cousins [Vauvenargues, Champfort and Stendhal]. Even more uncommon is the man who knows them and does not despise them. But even this unusual reader will probably find much less delight in those artists than their form ought to give him; for not even the finest mind is capable of adequate appreciation of the art of the polished maxim if he has not been educated to it, has not been challenged by it himself. Without such practical learning one takes this form of creating and forming to be easier than it is; one is not acute enough in discerning what is successful and attractive. For that reason present-day readers of maxims take a relatively insignificant delight in them, scarcely a mouthful of pleasure; they react like typical viewers of cameos, praising them because they cannot love them, and quick to admire but even quicker to run away from this thread.

please do not read this sentence.

This is my second post ever! Nice community you guys have here

Hi. There's some gals around, too ...round gals, too.

Speaking of the gals, it is only by means of forgetfulness that man can ever reach the point of fancying himself to possess a “truth” of the grade just indicated. If he will not be satisfied with truth in the form of tautology, that is to say, if he will not be content with empty husks, then he will always exchange truths for illusions. What is a word? It is the copy in sound of a nerve stimulus. But the further inference from the nerve stimulus to a cause outside of us is already the result of a false and unjustifiable application of the principle of sufficient reason. If truth alone had been the deciding factor in the genesis of language, and if the standpoint of certainty had been decisive for designations, then how could we still dare to say “the stone is hard,” as if “hard” were something otherwise familiar to us, and not merely a totally subjective stimulation! We separate things according to gender, designating the tree as masculine and the plant as feminine. What arbitrary assignments! How far this oversteps the canons of certainty! Show is more more is show and that why TFP gals rise above all.

freeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

Often true, but there are exceptions. When I take a solitary walk through the forest in search of mind clearing truths and to contemplate my world and life, I sometimes stop and rub myself against trees like this honey

http://www.jonco48.com/blog/Female_20Tree.jpg

or if I dare get more in touch with mother nature I may search for a tree I can relate to even more intimately

http://www.myspaceantics.com/images/...emale-tree.jpg

That's just wrong.

The venerability, reliability, and utility of solitary walks is something which a person demonstrates for himself from the contrast with the honey or "tree sap" although preserved amber in contrast, whom no one trusts and everyone excludes. Lets us not refer to you as the you because it unintentially sounds like someone refering to "you". You as a "rational” being, will be "he", he now places his behavior under the control of abstractions. He will no longer tolerate being carried away by sudden impressions, by intuitions. First he universalizes all these impressions into less colorful, cooler concepts, so that he can entrust the guidance of his life and conduct to them. Everything which distinguishes man from the animals depends upon this ability to volatilize perceptual metaphors in a schema, and thus to dissolve an image into a concept. For something is possible in the realm of these schemata which could never be achieved with the vivid first impressions: the construction of a pyramidal order according to castes and degrees, the creation of a new world of laws, privileges, subordinations, and clearly marked boundaries-a new world, one which now confronts that other vivid world of first impressions as more solid trunks and soft leaves, more universal, better known, and more human than the immediately perceived world, and thus as the regulative and imperative world.

Mairzy dotes and dozey dotes and little lamsy divey a kiddly divey too wouldn't you?

Looking at the trees above, I can now state categorcally that God is a dirty old man.

Ah, that brings a smile to my heart. I'm not sure they originated the song but I heard it through Sharon, Lois and Bram. My kids watched and loved those folks, songs and skits for many years.

Nostalgia Rocks.

Sid Caesar..Imogene Coca..

Jack Benny...Tim Conway..

Groucho..

Timeless.

11 13

Meet on the level, part on the square.

All of the decorative ceiling work and many painting and fresco restorations at the Philadelphia Masonic Temple were done by my dad ...I know for sure he's resting in peace.

http://galenfrysinger.us/us/mer040.jpg

Seriously BadNick? That's awesome.

tru dat. thanks

I just got the coolest goose bumps on my arms, My dad is from the Philly area.
Graduated from Hatboro-Horsham High in 1953 I think, and a Mason,
such a wonderful large small world we live in.

Thanks Badnick, that is AWESOME.

The "It's a Small World" ride at Disney World is the shit. ;)

Staying on topic...

Toilet paper - scrunch or fold?

FOLD!!! 3 peices.

Are you a stander or a sitter, squatter or a shi...

(from the sign in the old homestead out- house)

I prefer scrunch if its thin pedestrian commercial type, otherwise the luxury of a fold is nice.

the new heavy duty Charmin has opened up new vistas for me in toilet paper folding ...so from each new roll I'm folding less sheets and getting more shits

What was the name of that old guy in the 'don't squeeze the Charmin' commercials.. he creeped me out about pooping for awhile when I was a kid.

He seemed pervy.

Mr. Whipple has come for your Pooooop!!!!

I fold my tp. Also, I seriously can't stand when someone uses the last of a roll and grabs another one, but doesn't replace it.

I always the face the tp on the roll toward me as well.

I knew the direction of the paper was next.

I have the fortune to live alone and I haven't put a roll on the holder for years now, I do prefer the paper 'over' if the holder is convenient to reach.

has to be over. when it falls behind, it's kinda hard to get a nice rip in the paper. it kinda just drags the whole roll down with it which sucks.

so what's new ppl? i just realized that steam sucks so much that i want to kill someone. they made it so that the updates would make my games not work anymore. fucking hell!!!

Only over the top makes sense to me. If I go into somebody else's toilet and it's behind, I switch it around. Also, I must have obsolete paper holders since most of the new, larger-than-life rolls are a tight fit.

Is steam a game? I'll go see what that's about. Otherwise, I like thermodynamics and steamed lobsters.

Wish I could help you out but I am not a gamer.


Warm fog bathes my face
North wind blows colder tonight
Dawn will sing ice art.

I'm envisioning
a quite extreme implosion
and it's happening.

Rest in Peace Mr. Whipple,
I apoligize for the perv. comment, I didn't really mean it,truly.

I love you.

I really had no idea you died until my mom called me earlier tonight saying it was on the national news.

Hey Santa claus you cunt!

Where's me fucking bike?

I've unwrapped all this other junk and there's nothing that I like.

I wrote you a fucking letter and I come to see you twice

Ya worn out geriatric fart, you forgot me fucking bike.

* Looks around. Shrugs. Leaves. *

that's because i have the bike. ;)

stop! thief!

this isn't your bike, is it?
http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...lstri-bike.jpg


"...that's my daughter in the water..." ....actually on the "bike" she built, and it works!

PS: Regarding our kids in pics policy, I'm just pointing out that my daughter is 26yo and while she'll always be my baby, she's not a "kid" anymore.

Policies!
Do we have enough?
Do we not?

9 + 4 - 6 = 7

Do we, Do we ....awww, now I had such an nice memory of my beloved black Lab. I love that dog. We named him Dewey. We thought it was appropriate since his father was a famous pedigree Lab called Admiral....I forget Admiral what, but one of those high faluting pedigree dog names, and his mother was also a show dog. Fortunately, he ended up with some good genes anyway. But we named him Dewey since we asked ourselves "do we want a dog or don't we" and we decided we do, so it was Dewey. The whole family loved that dog. Finally I had to put him down when he was 15yo, he could hardly see and could barely stand up on his own; I held him in a tight hug while the vet that had taken care of him since he was a puppy hit him with the O.D. shot. I still have his ashes, some of which we scattered in his favorite creeks and some in the waves off Martha's Vineyard where he loved to play in the surf.

9469

My fine Labrador,
the one happy to see me,
may live forever.

I may have said this before, but don't you ever long for the time when you used to be nostalgic?

Yeah...9472.

9473 rules all!!!!

Explain the following passage: "In the arvo last Chrissy the relos rocked up
for a barbie, some bevvies and a few snags. After a bit of a Bex and a lie down
we opened the pressies, scoffed all the chockies, bickies and lollies. Then we
drained a few tinnies and Mum did her block after Dad and Steve had a barney and a bit of biffo."

"We had a few drinks and had a time with the folks."

Sittin' at home last Sunday mornin' me mate Boomerrang Said he was havin' a few people around for a barbie, Said he might Kookaburra or two.

I said, "Sounds great, will Wallaby there?"

He said "Yeah and Vegemite come too".

So I said to the wife "Do you wanna Goanna?". She said "I'll go if Dingos".

So I said "Wattle we do about Nulla?"

He said "Nullabors me to tears, leave him at home."

Boomerang (Aboriginal weapon) (Barbie - Australian slang for barbeque) (Kookaburra - Australian bird) (Wallaby - Australian animal) (Vegemite - Australian food product) (Goanna - Australian lizard) (Dingo - Australian wild dog) (Nullabour - Highway through the outback of Australia)

ahhhz, the strangeness of OZ. I've eaten Vegemite sandwiches but never tasted a platypus ...I think they're one of my favorite animals, I don't mean to eat, just to appreciate the cute weirdness.
http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...n-platypus.gif
http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...latypus204.jpg

Viruses are...

photogenic?

eight minutes gone?

Orwellian.

:lol:

Hello.

Yeah, since my threads in Humor are rarely seen, I can resurface them here if need be.

one of my black socks is blacker than the other one.

I do not know of socks.

It started snowing heavily about an hour ago.

The north sides of the trees are plastered with pretty pretty snow.

I hope we get more than the three inches predicted.

There must be fifteen crows loudly communicating in the woods.

Arbitrary brick in the wall.

awesome animal eh? and it lays eggs.

A wealthy soul might
say something else entirely.
I can say nothing.

dhammapada 1:5

Canadians keep surprising me at every turn.

Uh-oh.

When it rains, things are bound to get wet.

?why?

You referenced something about about laying eggs, and I attributed it to my post above; if not, I am behind.

sentientsational!

Tittering 9498.

riposte.

Chicken dinner is on my mind, 24/7.