wha,
Glad you are okay!
JK
a bit of a distance from us but we felt it.
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5.6 located near chino hills
wha,
Glad you are okay!
JK
it was a good one!
happened just a couple of minutes ago.. mostly up and down movement with one good tilt toward the north.. first report i got was 5.8 centered in chino hills.. -aude..
D,
Glad you are okay, I just left a message on your cell phone. Dagney is okay too. Just checking in with Y'all.
JK
ok - so after a few threads in the last few days i started listening to some of my old music.
some artists just have voices that are hauntingly beautiful and stick with you forever.
for me - the top three are.
i have a few which still either anger me, make me sad or just make me grateful that i am no longer one of them.
1 - "well, everyone is going to die anyway, so if it at armageddon then ce la vie" 2 - "the disater today at the world trade centre is sad, but exciting" 3 - (an elder) "when armageddon happens, i want to be at a window, watching it all".
sick, sick, sick!
An elder to a teen-aged boy: "A stiff prick has no conscience."
JK
epitaphe, from l. epitaphium "funeral oration, eulogy," from gk.
epitaphion, neut.
of epitaphos "of a funeral," from epi- "at, over" + taphos "tomb, funeral rites.
dinah,
What I said is the ultimate Zappaism. He is buried without a headstone, and did not care if he was even remembered.
It just doesn't matter.
JK
epitaphe, from l. epitaphium "funeral oration, eulogy," from gk.
epitaphion, neut.
of epitaphos "of a funeral," from epi- "at, over" + taphos "tomb, funeral rites.
I really don't care. After all, I am dead at that point.
JK
in the 1970's i was a teenager.
i wasn't that big into disco- although i enjoyed kc and the sunshine band as well as earth, wind, and fire.
but my really big love in music was always rock n' roll, blues , stuff like that !
Too many to name!
But Abba always has, and always will suck.
JK
i just thought of that as a title as i reviewed a post of mine from about a year ago.. at that point, i had less then 200 posts.
i was going through quite a lot of turmoil in my private life, and received a lot of help and support from members of this forum.
4400 posts in a years time is probably a bit excessive, but it was what i needed at the time.
ql,
Thank you for the best wishes, many more in return to you!
Warlock,
Maybe we are getting better, but at least we are getting different. Time will tell, but at least it feels good.
JK
there were three men came out of the west, their fortunes for to try.
and these three men made a solemn vow.
john barleycorn must die.
Maybe . . . I could be his reincarnation. How many of the posters are here that like to pick on me because of my past problems with alcohol, and still love to imbibe themselves?!
John is not dead, I am not dead. Do you need a little drinkie poo to do what you need to do? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
JK
there were three men came out of the west, their fortunes for to try.
and these three men made a solemn vow.
john barleycorn must die.
There were three men came out of the west, their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die
They've plowed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in
Threw clods upon his head
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was dead
They've let him lie for a very long time, 'til the rains from heaven did fall
And little Sir John sprung up his head and so amazed them all
They've let him stand 'til Midsummer's Day 'til he looked both pale and wan
And little Sir John's grown a long long beard and so become a man
They've hired men with their scythes so sharp to cut him off at the knee
They've rolled him and tied him by the waist serving him most barbarously
They've hired men with their sharp pitchforks who've pricked him to the heart
And the loader he has served him worse than that
For he's bound him to the cart
They've wheeled him around and around a field 'til they came unto a barn
And there they made a solemn oath on poor John Barleycorn
They've hired men with their crabtree sticks to cut him skin from bone
And the miller he has served him worse than that
For he's ground him between two stones
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl and his brandy in the glass
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl proved the strongest man at last
The huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor so loudly to blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend kettle or pots without a little barleycorn
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-q4LvXZNOuI&feature=related
JK