I can no longer log into the Forums using my laptop, strange and frustrating.
Having a rough time using the mini I pad.
To all, tonight's the Harvest Moon, hear's to clear skies wherever you find yourself.
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I can no longer log into the Forums using my laptop, strange and frustrating.
Having a rough time using the mini I pad.
To all, tonight's the Harvest Moon, hear's to clear skies wherever you find yourself.
You're not alone, GG. We hollered loud enough to get Logos to promise to tell someone, but nothing's happened since then. Adding your voice couldn't hurt.Quote:
Originally Posted by Gilliatt Gurgle
http://www.online-literature.com/for...Log-In-trouble
Also Mooncake holiday across the Far East. And the anniversary of my first date with my wife. Enjoy the moonlight, everyone! ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Gilliatt Gurgle
We had clear skies, lovely, but the dogs kept barking at it
Ah-ooo - werewolves of London
Well then, I'm off in search of Trader Vic's, in order to drink a piña colada. Sadly though, my hair ain't perfect.
Geez, now I can't multi quote, see my response on the Litnet login problems thread, the rabbit has the link above.
Oh well, sounds like you fellas found an opportunity to howl.
A moon song from Blaze Foley
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=v7yoO1w-FyM
To all, tonight's the Harvest Moon, hear's to clear skies wherever you find yourself.
Ya gotta love a full moon on a Friday with a class full of children. :yikes:
Drinkin' it all away tonight after spending the day painting in the studio. Tequila (my drink of choice) and Mexican accompanied by Country/Western music. Bob Wills followed by Willie and Ray Charles' Seven Spanish Angels. I wanna get a bottle of Tres Quatro y Cinco:
http://cmzone.vzbqbxhynotw9ion96xv.n...ro-y-Cinco.jpg
The bottle alone makes me drool.
If that´s not an authomatic e-mail it may help:Quote:
Originally Posted by Gilliatt Gurgle
Literature Network Forums <[email protected]
Thanks for the moon song. I enjoyed it.
Ah-oooo...
Hell yeah! moon tunes:
https://youtu.be/uCL5x63OvUY
And here we all are - already in a waning gibbous phase
Unplanned adventures are always the best. El Sancho, quite unexpectedly, found himself at the Hardly-Strictly Bluegrass Festival in San Francisco's Golden Gate Park yesterday. What a gas. It would've only been better if I'd've been there with a barefoot hippy girl and a jug of sweet red wine.
http://i971.photobucket.com/albums/a...psmvsw6mnx.jpg
And it was free!
I bet you had a good time, looks like a nice day too.
Gone are the days when you might have caught Hendrix with his Fender and lighter fluid.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_-7toYWFEyk
Not sure i agree about ale being cold. I had a delightful pint of Titianic Brewery Plum Porter last night
A wayward soul wearing a ginger seersucker suit, enters town after a long absence, his feet recall the way to that one time bastion of flowing nectar and camaraderie, bathed in the aroma of Old Spice and cow patties.
The prodigal traveler produces his trusty can of WD 40, gives the hinges a soaking and steps into the Dreery Beery.
A smart stomp on the floor and the old juke box comes to life… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EtfXnwi_Njo
Pausing a moment, to inhale the past, he steps toward the Walnut bar; “ah yes, this layer of dust is perfect”. Now producing a forefinger, he plows a random passage from the Iliad.
“Now the gods were sitting with Zeus in council upon the golden floor while Hebe went round pouring out nectar for them to drink, and as they pledged one another in their cups of gold they looked down upon the town of Troy.”
Long time, no post...
I've asked Parker to set up the Laphroaig, and he tells me the bar is fully stocked for any tasteless people for whom the holy nectar isn't enough.
Anyone still come here?
Where did we all go?
Why did we all go?
Good questions.
I remember when this thread first started.
Ah, bliss it was, that very dawn to be alive.
There were a lot more people around then, too!
Look on the bright side - fewer drinking the good stuff.
Cheers!
Well, here's some fresh blood. Hello!
Well, hello!
And from Scotland, too.
Just don't tell me you play the bagpipes. We had a busker playing them in the main street the other day. I did enquire if I could pay him to stop.
Ha!
Thought you were from New Zealand, A'.
Anyway, someone once told me that the finest sound that emanates any musical instrument is the sound a bagpipe makes in a dumpster when someone tosses a banjo on top of it. (There may have been accordion involvement as well)
Look at this, I disappear for a while and all sorts of blokes start drinking at my table...pour me some of the good stuff Atheist!Quote:
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Well, well, look what the cat left on the porch, a few old mice and couple new ones. Sounds, I just finished my second Spaten, Optimator that is, and started feeling warm and nostalgic.Quote:
Originally Posted by soundofmusic
Greetings Gilliatt, Yes, I was feeling a mite nostalgic myself; but where are all the blokes...the seats of this pub have started to get dusty...Ah, I see some of our fellows are off debating religion, politics and literature again....pour me a drink, it's going to be a slow night
Sorry to hear that, How is the right side of your head?
Hey there! Long time, no see.
I do pop in occasionally - hope all is well!
Dear G.G & SOM
Please be reassured. My drinking has not abated. If anything; it has widened in discernment, as opposed to quantity.
Having said that, I am attending the Tawandang Brew House in Bangkok tonight: a rather unique watering hole with steins of German beer, a Thai cabaret, and a boisterous mixture of indigenes, ex-pats, fallen angels and lady-boys.
It certainly is the polar opposite to my English local; where gentlemen of a certain generation sip "real ale," or lovingly nurse a Guinness for two hours in an ambiance reminiscent of God's waiting room.
As for my change in writing habits from earlier days on the forum, I quite simply dried up on short stories and moved on to the religious thread in an attempt to introduce some new perspective into prevailing dogma.
In the meantime, my best wishes to all the old crowd on Lit Net and I shall raise my glass to you tonight; hopefully in the presence of respectable, if not exotic company.
Here's looking at you kid.
M.
Ah, for a Singha! Haven't had one in ages (and can't drink now for health reasons). So have one for me, would you? And when you've finished, have another. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by MANICHAEAN
Yes a nice cold Singa goes down well, but last night it was a combined German brewery / night club, so polished off two large "dunkel " and one "weiss." Lovely clean beer.
Sorry to hear about your health restrictions. It's sinister the way they creep up on you as you get older. I'm not allowed grapefruit which conflicts with my bp medication, and when I had my gall bladder removed, offal became a no no. The latter was the biggest hit as I loved liver & bacon as my favourite meal. If the doctor said, no drinking, then that would be grounds for a mercy killing!!!
Alas, life for me has become la belle dame sans merci.Quote:
Originally Posted by MANICHAEAN
Geez, I was able to knock down a Duvel in the time it took waiting for the Litnet wheel to stop spinning. I gave up trying to quote the man in the bunny suit, opted for the quick reply.
The Duvel is for you PB, good to see you're still around.
Yep, but I believe he fell down a flight of stairs. Get well soon old fruit and keep us on our toes.
Yeah, how's that for karma? I don't drink and I still manage to take the WC Fields Expressway down the stairs. Anyway, thanks, M. I'm none the worse for wear and tear, I assure you. And hey, GG! Nice to hear from you, bro.
Far Out, Man.
For some strange reason the direction of this thread has made this song lyric pop into my head:
(Or should I say, for some long strange reason)
https://youtu.be/q6SE4g8yYRAQuote:
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on
I don’t drink anymore ... but then I don’t drink any less either.