tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post6863925948103796075..comments2024-03-28T12:29:39.157-07:00Comments on Graphic Firing Table: Red ThreadFDChiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10607785969510234092noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post-87200205513233926882009-03-06T11:41:00.000-07:002009-03-06T11:41:00.000-07:00Thanks.Thanks.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post-78121889938736422442009-03-06T10:29:00.000-07:002009-03-06T10:29:00.000-07:00The next day WAS better. The Peep felt crummy, so...The next day WAS better. The Peep felt crummy, so we stayed home together, watched lots of TV, played "tanks" (wargaming with little microarmor) and napped. Not bad, after that wretched night.FDChiefhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10607785969510234092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post-31054577652547538082009-03-05T19:56:00.000-07:002009-03-05T19:56:00.000-07:00Well and truly said, Chief, you've excelled even y...Well and truly said, Chief, you've excelled even your high standards. And at 3:45 AM at that!<BR/><BR/>I've had a few nights similar to yours and the following days were ghastly. I sincerely hope your following day went better than the night.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post-58564883273582294272009-03-05T09:29:00.000-07:002009-03-05T09:29:00.000-07:00Chief,Two things...One...brother, you have pointed...Chief,<BR/>Two things...<BR/>One...brother, you have pointed out the absurdity of how we think about our lives...we revel in its wonderous glory, and when things go horribly, horribly wrong...we question our reality, and the beauty around us no longer carries a charm.<BR/>We sink into a funk that we refuse to work through...we allow the "bah, all things!" to guid our thinking, and then, somehow, someway, something snaps us out...and we're back to the wonderous beauty of it all again.<BR/><BR/>Secondly,<BR/>Brother, these thoughts... at 3:45 am?<BR/>You need to some catch-up sleep!<BR/><BR/>Here's a lil lull-a-bye for you...<BR/><BR/>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q3gfIJeNojo&feature=related<BR/><BR/>The singer is Connie Dover, the song is a very, very old chant Ubi Caritas, but her voice...you'll feel like you're back in your mothers arms being rocked to sleep.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post-82277171971490894532009-03-05T09:00:00.000-07:002009-03-05T09:00:00.000-07:00wow.-Barrywow.<BR/><BR/>-BarryAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post-33089211841386564992009-03-05T08:50:00.000-07:002009-03-05T08:50:00.000-07:00"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player/That s..."Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player/That struts and frets his hour upon the stage". . .<BR/><BR/>But you have provided a poetic challenge. Life is what ya make it, basically. No matter where one finds oneself, to be alive is a precious gift. We must give the best we can if we are to be the best the we can be. <BR/><BR/>Thank you for the whiff of fresh air you've given.Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08839236994990699117noreply@blogger.com