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You rotten kids!
You and your new fangled Intar-Web whatsit!
Why, back in my day, we didn't *have* blogs! We had to run string between cans to get our news! I can recall hearing 'bout the Martian Invasion from a tin of pilchards! Denial of service meant someone had taken a pen knife to your twine!
A great big howdy to anyone who found their way here.
Feel free to look around. Try not to break anything...
You and your new fangled Intar-Web whatsit!
Why, back in my day, we didn't *have* blogs! We had to run string between cans to get our news! I can recall hearing 'bout the Martian Invasion from a tin of pilchards! Denial of service meant someone had taken a pen knife to your twine!
A great big howdy to anyone who found their way here.
Feel free to look around. Try not to break anything...
posted by Thousand Sons at 9:18 AM
5 Comments:
hi honey. can i hide here?
Anytime! ;-)
thanks :-) (great, now instapundit knows us. i'll be in the closet. i'm taking the ashtray and the cognac bottle in there with me.)
This is a really nice site Thousand Sons, I thought 'Cloistered' was beautiful. Did you write 'The Shortest Straw'? Can't say as I'm too fond of heavy metal though :-)
From floranista
Heya Floranista! Now if we can just get Monkeyweather over here, it'll be a party!
The shortest straw is from Marillions 'That Time of the Night' off their 'Clutching at Straws' album. Highly recommended BTW.
I cant take credit for 'Cloistered'. I actually dont know who wrote it. I found it on a concrete stellae at a park some time ago. My ex girlfriend and I had a magical day there once. She passed away last June. A couple of days before the funeral, I went through some old photographs. She had some amazing photos from that trip. One in particular leapt out at me: A stone stelae with a poem engraved on it. Black, white, and gray. I remember when she took the photo, and liked the poem. Suddenly though, it took on new meaning.
I was going to read it at the service. I was sitting there as the mic was passed around. Her cousin, who I've never met before spoke. She said "We've been going through literally thousands of her photos for this tribute. But one stuck in my mind." I felt the hairs on my neck stand up. "I found a photo of a stone obelisk with a poem on it." She began reading "It was summer on the north coast..."
What are the odds? Sometimes lightning does strike twice, just not in the same place.
Maybe someday I'll post the picture...
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