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A little weird…kind of fun!
Dang Cold: Devirginizer of new blogs everywhere
Ern, you want the ice cube talk, it can happen.
He kind of has *that look*
I just commented on a picture that says Saturday Feb 26th. Huh? Confused Ern!
Lily – oh yes. I’ll put a picture of her up on my blog in them soon. She’s quite the looker.
We also have a muddy yard anytime it rains or when snow melts. Damn apartment living!
Shine’s a pretty name for a dog.
Am I in a twilight zone episode? What happened to Grandmas house? Was I BLACKLISTED?
I went cross country back in ’84. It was my first time and I was a strappy 16yr old who thought he could do anything. I ski’d all day long and thought this was the end all be all.
Dad races up the stairs thinking worst possible…gets to bed and falls down laughing. NICE!!!
I keep commenting and then bouncing around to other sites with a severe case of holiday weekend ADD.
Shine is also a good name for a rapper who takes the rap.
Hey, I wanna play, too!
“Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;”
Shakespeare Sonnet #116 (also inscribed on a locket my husband gave me; that’s why I know it)
Doocelings…my mac keeps telling my start up disk is full and to delete files, only, I just freed up several gigs this a.m., what’s happening????
Dang- You are weird. I like you.
Green, may I call you Green? That’s when I did all my cross country skiing, too… ’83, ’84. I don’t remember the aches and pains the next day. I was, however, 20 years younger. I’d probably kill myself if I went now.
Hey guys. That’s all. Hey!! Can’t read all the fucking comments these days. But HEY!!
Circus Kelli – it’s the stuff I do inbetween reading about sports, babies, holidays, cars, bikes, art etc etc etc on the internet…
The great thing is we build websites, so all my surfing goes down as ‘research’
And with that, it’s gone 6 o’clock here and I’m off home.
Have great days / evenings….Cheerio
And don’t worry Circus K, I too have no speeches to spout. The ones above sure are pretty though.
Besides, Dooce=Culture. So you’re covered!
*dang smokin a cigarette*
there’s plenty more where that came from greeny baby
isn’t it ‘sic’ in the pow. i mean, unless you actually were sick…which I hope wasn’t the case:)
Dang Cold: your breaking in more than one blog this week. You were my first comment too.
Thank you for being gentle.
Rock and roll man ROCK AND ROLL!
Dang — you are my hero.
I think I was the 7th to comment on Katie B’s blog. *sigh* always a “wannabe”, never a “be”
CK- I just like to read, and i got bored one summer and all i could find was my grandpa’s copy od As You Like It. this did lead to me reading more, and then i had to read some in HS. now, i am going to school in Cincinnati, and i can usually find time to usher at the Cincinnati Shakespeare Festival, which lets me see the plays for free. i just got lucky.
and if you want access to shakespeare look here
Matt In London: Um… work? Please describe this “work” I keep hearing about…
Dr. Johnny Fever,
Tangent, but speaking of Octopussy,have you seen these Socktopi?
I love you Mr. Socktopus!
DC, it’s wonderful to be surrounded by such temptresses, right?
Damn Dang… you’re awfully long winded… I thought you’d never finish that damned soliliquy…
CK – basically, yes. I thought it was like this: 1) you spend a day falling down and sitting around on your ass, because you are just too tired to pick yourself up AGAIN; 2) the next time you do it – you can go on blue runs and be all bad ass..
Cross country skiing is the hardest I think – it’s so intensive, and the pain the next morning is just AWFUL.
LilyOTF: That is beautiful. I feel so… lacking in culture. I don’t even have a favorite speech.
Am I the only dork without a blog? Sheesh am I uncool or what. My only internet access is at work, so I’m not even here if anybody asks.
Rock on dooce for telling those trolls to SUCK IT. I swear some people.
I don’t envy you for the snow. We’ve got Daffodils coming up here. Spring has sprung!
Hi, all. Hope everyone had a good weekend!
I haven’t read all the comments, but that picture makes me HURT I miss the Utah mountains so much. Oh, beautiful snowy Big Cottonwood Canyon.
ashik – if by basics you mean falling down…
I couldn’t do more than cross-country ski to save my life.
I know that I have lived in Texas too long when I look at this picture and think, “is that an old tractor with snow all over it?”
And then, I couldn’t figure out what the tractor was for – plowing an enormous field, fertilizing, spreading seed?
Yeah. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen anything resembling snow. Or, better yet, a ski lift.
Hey Ern!!! How was your weekend with your borrowed awesome grandma?
Hi CK!! Hope you had a nice weekend. *I* was the first to comment on Katie B’s new blog I must declare!!!
*dang cold heads off stage giving frisky CM a wink as he passes*
We are the Champions
And we’ll keep on fighting
Til the End
My name peaked in the 70′s. Woo.
It’s snowing in London today, which is unheard of….course, it’s none of that great white stuff…it picks up the dirt in the air and lands as grey ‘shit’, before turning to mush and ensuring that I get both soaked and frozen on my bike ride home…
Of course, our public transport infrastructure has just collapsed too…christ knows what would ever happen here if we got any ‘serious weather’…
Am loving the fact that everyone is starting blogs…how the hell am I ever going to get any work done????
i had to. that is my favorite speach.
Circus, well, so far today I’ve asked for you to either get nekkid or wear sexy ski bunny gear on the bearskin rug by the fireplace, asked for pics of Niffer’s “Great form”, and Dooce in a hot leather outfit.
It’s not just your imagination. I AM frisky.
We went skiing this weekend as well…there’s nothing quite like it, even though I too fell, fell and got dragged by the skis while face down, fell and lost my poles while tumbling and had to go back like a mile to get them, fell and caused others to trip over me, and fell while just standing here, minding my own business.
Oh, and then, I totally fell.
I thought snowboarding was easy once you learn the basics, is that not true?
Oh lighten up Matt..
I think Metro is ALWAYS frisky, and by frisky I mean looking to see chicks in tight leather clothing, or none at all.
Oh Yeah!!! Been there, done that. Loved Solitude!
Striz, point taken.
*To those who dream*
O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Athwart men’s noses as they lie asleep;
Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders’ legs,
The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,
The traces of the smallest spider’s web,
The collars of the moonshine’s watery beams,
Her whip of cricket’s bone, the lash of film,
Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat,
Not so big as a round little worm
Prick’d from the lazy finger of a maid;
Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
Time out o’ mind the fairies’ coachmakers.
And in this state she gallops night by night
Through lovers’ brains, and then they dream of love;
O’er courtiers’ knees, that dream on court’sies straight,
O’er lawyers’ fingers, who straight dream on fees,
O’er ladies ‘ lips, who straight on kisses dream,
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:
Sometime she gallops o’er a courtier’s nose,
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;
And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig’s tail
Tickling a parson’s nose as a’ lies asleep,
Then dreams, he of another benefice:
Sometime she driveth o’er a soldier’s neck,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon
Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
That plats the manes of horses in the night,
And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,
Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes:
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
That presses them and learns them first to bear,
Making them women of good carriage:
This is she–
True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
Which is as thin of substance as the air
And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes
Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
And, being anger’d, puffs away from thence,
Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
SNOW! In Oregon, we almost forgot what that looks like this year.
Long time reader, first time commenter (heehee, always wanted to say something like that).
I just wanted to commend your bravery. I have this completely rational fear of going up in a chair lift and forgetting to get off (okay, being too scared to do it) and getting dumped off the top and plummeting some distance (during which my ass would magically be on display) a’la A Christmas Story (the plummeting part, not the ass part).
So kudos to you, oh brave one.
Stacey – I think Heather may have to post pics in the hot leather getup that Trinity wears before we can truly judge the similarities.
(I may have just invoked the wrath of the stalker-pervo patrol. So be it.)
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