Comment Re:You're in good company (Score 1) 5
LiveJournal, hopefully just temporarily. There are about 45 of us on there now.
LiveJournal, hopefully just temporarily. There are about 45 of us on there now.
I just want to make music, in the way I still take photos because I want people to see what I see in the world.
This perfectly describes why I take pictures. To me, it's about how I experience the world and how I share what I experience with others. Have fun with the guitaring!
Glad to see you around again!
I mostly stick to multiply, but read here every few weeks.
I'm there for the people, not the website quality, though I have to say that the ability to post photos (among other things) has caused it to grow on me...
Ew. Did she marry him knowing that? Because that's a big sack full of loser.
And, because I don't have an ex with the mexican pig flu, happiness is a cuddly kitten.
Friended you.
They built the explanation for every plot inconsistency and hole right into the plot itself. The entire universe was altered by the time travel, so nothing has to exist the way you think it should. Brilliant, in my opinion.
This.
And this "Whatever. His pool. His house. His time. His money." made me
But I wish you the best in moving forward.
Fuck pineapple.
And I'm not a cowboy.
Point of Clarification: the troll account was a TOS deletion. The main account was a total fine!-I'm-taking-my-ball-and-going-home deletion.
Dude, you have no idea.
:^)
The Last Farewell
There's a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbour
Tomorrow for old England she sails
Far away from your land of endless sunshine
To my land full of rainy skies and gales
And I shall be aboard that ship tomorrow
Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell
refrain:
For you are beautiful
And I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
(repeat)
I heard there's a wicked war a blazing
And the taste of war I know so very well
Even now I see the foreign flag a raising
Their guns on fire as we sail into hell
I have no fear of death; it brings no sorrow
But how bitter will be this last farewell
refrain:
For you are beautiful
And I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
(repeat)
Though death and darkness gather all about me
And my ship be torn apart upon the seas
I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands
In the heaving waves that brought me once to thee
And should I return safe home again to England
I shall watch the English mist roll through the dell
refrain:
For you are beautiful
And I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
(repeat)
I think it qualifies as Web 2.0.
Work is the crab grass in the lawn of life. -- Schulz