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why do they call them EARS of corn?
I think who you need is the "Hero of Canton"...Quote:
Originally Posted by ktd222
Let me ellaborate...the hero of canton, the man they call jayne...
Jayne
The man they call Jayne
He robbed from the rich and he gave to the poor
Stood up to the Man and he gave him what for
Our love for him now ain't hard to explain
The Hero of Canton, the man they call Jayne
Now Jayne saw the Mudders' backs breaking
He saw the Mudders lament
And he saw the magistrate taking
Every dollar and leaving five cents
So he said, "You can't do that to my people"
He said "You can't crush 'em under your heel"
Jayne strapped on his hat
And in five seconds flat
Stole everything Boss Higgins had to steal
He robbed from the rich and he gave to the poor
Stood up to the Man and he gave him what for
Our love for him now ain't hard to explain
The Hero of Canton, the man they call Jayne
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8itulA_JDek
:D
Ay, a noble deed, indeed. But a part of me thinks an eye cannot be for an eye, this cannot be the way to go.Quote:
Originally Posted by Stanislaw
I suppose...but it is satisfying!Quote:
Originally Posted by ktd222
Random thought of the day...
The blues never fade away....elton john ( music but since you can only read it the words are by Bernie Taupin
he wrote the words to Your song and candle in the wind too... all my favourites:D:D I might have to check out the guys poetry :nod:Quote:
He wasn't famous but I sure did love him
I've got his picture in a little frame
He lost his life to a big disease before it even had a name
But there's so many more and I've lost count
The hows and whys aren't important now
All that matters is they came around
And brightened up our lives
She was twenty one with her life ahead
You don't need to know her name
She breathed her last on the cold stone floor of a Hollywood arcade
But fate's right hand isn't always just
Puts a lot of pressure on your faith and trust
She was just a little girl, ain't that enough
To rage against the day
And how did we get so lucky
Targets on the rifle range
Who makes the call and who gets to choose
Who gets to win and who gets to lose
It's like a rolling dice in the belly of the blues
And blues never fade away
Hey hey hey, colors run when the rain falls
But blues never fade away
He shone so bright with a lust for life
Like the Sun King that he was
His passions hung upon his walls and were printed onto cloth
And for reasons I never understood
About the choices made between the bad and good
I've tried to figure out why
The pain never goes away
And how did we get so lucky
Targets on the rifle range
Who makes the call and who gets to choose
Who gets to win and who gets to lose
It's like a rolling dice in the belly of the blues
And blues never fade away
Hey hey hey, colors run when the rain falls
But blues never fade away
And there's marble markers and little white crosses
Along the beaten path
And I've spread their ashes on the wind
And I miss John Lennon's laugh
And how did we get so lucky
Targets on the rifle range
Who makes the call and who gets to choose
Who gets to win and who gets to lose
It's like a rolling dice in the belly of the blues
And blues never fade away
Hey hey hey, colors run when the rain falls
But blues never fade away
So why is it that when I come into work on saturday I don't seem to get anything done??:D :( :idea:
*shows her penchant for stating the obvious*Quote:
Originally Posted by papayahed
Because you are on the LitNet, reading and posting?
:D
oh man...I thought only I "worked" on saturday...:DQuote:
Originally Posted by papayahed
:D what else be there to do at work on a weekend?:DQuote:
Originally Posted by Scheherazade
Serve people, run around like a headless chicken? shelve like a maniac? route books? vacum staff room? Carry on 2 conversations, serach for book and keep smiling the whole time even when the system crashes??
just some of the things I do at work on a saterday....
I love my job:D:D
My left nostril is stuffy
Aaah!!
There are so many roles to be written - and the larp is on next weekend!
We hope that the other GMs have written some more.
:D wow...sounds like ye work in a library or a bookstore...you should join the darkside, the world of IT, you must not underestimate the power of the darkside of the force...moments of intense action, and then long periods of wait. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Nightshade
I wonder where I'll be in a year.
You get bad marks. It is the same class. They are the same class-fellows; the same friends, the same people, the same teachers. They don't eat you. They don't kill you. They don't shout at you.
In the school's play-ground, there are girls playing football as usual, talking and chatting to each other happily/sadly/angrily. It is the same old place.
You go back home. You see your mother greeting you the same as she always does. You eat dinner as usual. You browse the forum. You read stories. You do your bloody homework.
See, everything is same. But no! There is a difference; there in the corner of your heart, you feel a pang. And it hurts, hurts more than anything else. From the inside, you are broken but who knows it better than you especially when you are trying to hide it from most of the people.
You try to forget the pain. You try to forget the hard times. You try to get into other nice activities, which works sometimes if you are lucky enough. Other times it doesn't.
gosh I thought eveyone knew that yes I work in a public library and the one sad thing about going to uni is when Im finished Ill be over qualified for a library assistants job and Ill have to leave:(.Quote:
Originally Posted by Stanislaw
oh man...that sucks, maybe you can get on as a museums currator/librarian?Quote:
Originally Posted by Nightshade
yes Im studying to be a librarian but they seem to get less of the fun and more of the boring hard tasks... plus its thier job to deal with the wierdos who start taking pictures of people and kick them out. :nod: Although I cant wait till I get to buy the books :brow: I have this little thing about books that are wrong :goof:
yup...I believe its called chronic bibleo-spenditis...well, thats what I have atleast...it also leads into the deadlier disease, of bibleo-shelve-purchitis...and uncontrollable urge to purchase bookshelves for your many books...:D ...its horrible!Quote:
Originally Posted by Nightshade
book shelves? oh no when I get my own house the walls will be lined in books I saw a pic of house once and they even hand shelves running down the stairs:D:D
you wont see shelves.... and I certinaly wont buy them Ill just have to learn to build them. :D
cool...you'll have to get a sherlock holmes style secret wall shelf that works as a door to a hidden passage!:thumbs_up
ooooooooh :eek: :goof:
theres a how-to-dyi on http://makezine.com/blog on how to setup a secret door bookshelf...I've been meaning to, but I've been slacking. :D
where??Quote:
Originally Posted by Stanislaw
:(
(thinking about kathy's possible middle name)
http://www.makezine.com/blog/archive...C-0D6B48984890Quote:
Originally Posted by Nightshade
I think...it still works.
Work sucks....
Quote:
Originally Posted by Stanislaw
Wow, what a great idea.
sure but I dont understand....:confused:Quote:
Originally Posted by Stanislaw
Why do people complicate the simplest things?...
Why is my knee shaking?
Why do little balls of fabric form on my blanket.....?
Do I need need to teach you about the physics of fiber ball forming:DQuote:
Originally Posted by B-Mental
Why am I still hungry?
"You better stop slamming the door...mom"
I got the same problem but in my belly button. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by B-Mental
.................................I forget...........................
Don't you pick them out and save them in a jar??? That's what I do.Quote:
Originally Posted by Virgil
Oh that would be grossQuote:
Originally Posted by papayahed