Wraith can just hack in to the world bank or something.Quote:
Originally Posted by littlelolligagged
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Wraith can just hack in to the world bank or something.Quote:
Originally Posted by littlelolligagged
How did you find out about the eldritch ritual I use!?Quote:
Originally Posted by littlelolligagged
It's me - long time no see huh.Quote:
Originally Posted by GGT
*sigh*
When he demands payment in full I hope you will all be very happy.
My new phone came today! :D Altho I still have to set it up, I am thrilled. I am going to take great pleasure in finding someone with either a pick-up or a semi-tractor, and asking them to run over this damned Motorola piece of shit...many times in fact! :D
Add to that the fact it warmed up to over freezing today, and all the snow missed us, and the Saints won, and all in all, Munchie is a happy camper! :heart:
Buddy Boy's spelling sentences:
I thought you wanted me to go to bed.
I stepped on this tile.
I closed my own bag and I grabbed the diamond.
I dropped my hat on the way out.
I started running and I shouted “get back here you thief.”
I hunted for a wolf.
I lived in my own bedroom and all I had to eat was meat and fruit.
I liked spending time with my grandma.
So I saved some crackers and waited for a bus.
(he has permission to do his homework on his laptop now :D)
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Originally Posted by Jack.
Welcome back Mo!
Back as in ... err ... welcome to the .. um. New place. Yeh.
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Originally Posted by Jack.
My teachers used to get so mad if everything start with "I" :haha:Quote:
Originally Posted by littlelolligagged
As they should. No proper sentence begins with I.
What kind of homework can he do on his laptop?
I have my first chemistry exam in an hour, and I feel prepared!
Edit: V Ah, I see. V
His don't really care about what he does with the spelling sentences, he's turned in things that make no sense at all before. The fact that he's allowed to type them now has made a world of difference, he doesn't just cram all the words into one jumbled up sentence.Quote:
Originally Posted by Ominous Gamer
Not math. And not things that involve filling in blanks on worksheets.Quote:
Originally Posted by Dattu
Work got its copy of Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition in.
After 3 days it not only hasn't walked off yet, its not even sticky!
Perhaps you should put a card or flier inside "If you are masturbating at the library, perhaps you should reassess your life."...Quote:
Originally Posted by Ominous Gamer
Yanking it in the bathroom was the first trespass notices I had to file once I started working here (I think I scanned a copy of that to the ACC). We usually get a complaint about that once or twice a month.
But I always miss the exciting stuff. The on duty sheriff hauled away someone last Thursday on a felony concealed weapons charge. :bulb:
Lolli, we got SNOW! :D
I noticed. Lots and lots and lots of it.Quote:
Originally Posted by Supermarioman
This might be the first time I've seen a foot of snow ever.Quote:
Originally Posted by littlelolligagged
Really, my yard is almost there.
I'm happy that Mario is happy.
:p We're not.
Still snowing, though.
All we got was the rain, the cold as frozen hell rain :(
But Brandy's tax return was deposited today, which is awesome
I guess this megathread is as good a place as any to bury this in
I don't remember if I pasted the link at the old joint, but anyways
There's a blog I've been reading from time to time, called Letters of Note. It is a collection of letters sent by various people about various things, from Vonnegut to 8-year-old children who designed a rocket ship. There are some very poignant and powerful things there, intended for the eyes of the recipient but revealed to us, now, through the eternally voyeuristic Internet.
I would like to quote, in full, one letter, penned not by a great statesman or a scientist, but an ordinary man, about very ordinary things, in a way that reduces me to tears each time I read it
Because I'm a sap, I suppose!
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Wednesday
Oct 21, 1942
My Dear Little Girl,
Last night was a beautiful moonlit night. Every star that studded the sky was sparkling like a jewel. The air was crisp, but faintly perfumed, with all the fragrances only a lovely spring night can devise. Today it is raining hard, the wind is fierce and cold. Yes! It is miserable, something you want to pass by quickly, so that the night will again be beautiful.
Life too, Anne, is like the weather. Some days are so lovely, the happenings of those days so enchanting, you never can forget them. Some are so unhappy, you wish they never happened but, alas, they must for your life, your Mother’s, mine, everyone’s is so mixed up with joy and sadness that you never have one or the other for long. One replaces the other with a speed that is amazing.
Thus it happened just two years ago. Your Mother knew and I knew that you were going to be born. Those days were anxious ones, Anne. As the days went by your Mother used to smile at me with those lovely brown eyes. Eyes that shone with courage and resolve. If she had anxiety in her mind she never showed it but it must have been there. In my heart and mind torments raged that no one will ever know. But through all the doubts all the worries and all the long, anxious hours an end came, bringing with it, you.
From that hour, it was early in the morning, the lives of two people were filled with inexplicable happiness. When I called to see your Mother that day I shall never forget the beauty, the happiness that shone up at me from her precious little face. Neither will I forget the pride and the joy that surged right through me when the nurse brought you along and I held you in my arms.
Soon we took you home. The months sped by, and you gradually took a hold in our hearts. You laughed so much at such silly things we did to claim your attention. We showed you off to so many people. Your eyes, so big and questioning never failed to win admiration. Your curly hair was indeed a special joy.
And as each month sped by you grew. First you sat up, then stood up, then crawled, then walked. As each stage passed funny little incidents occurred. Perhaps no one ever noticed them or remembered them. But your Mother and I did. Every night, when I came home from work, there were stories of your conduct through the day to be told. Some days you were good and others you were naughty. Like, for instance, the day when a little mischievous spirit seized onto you and strips of wall paper came from the wall, Other thoughts came crowding into my mind, memories of days gone by when we laughed at you, scolded you, and, some serious times when we worried over you.
The first year of your life passed away, quickly perhaps, but you grew so quickly every day was an adventure not only for yourself but for us. You had a party for your first birthday, and although you sat up like Jacky you probably will never remember it. But that day you got “Goog’ga” for a present. Poor “Goog-ga”. As each week passed he got dirtier and more worn. And the dirtier he got the more you loved him. Then at Xmas,”Teddy” came along. Dear old Teddy. So plump and with such a frizzy coat. In a few months he was still plump but his hair was not so frizzy. Then, you’d never go to sleep unless Teddy and “Goog-ga” were tucked in with you. You’ll never know how angelic, how like a cherub you looked, when after your bath you were popped into bed with your little playmates. Indeed God is good. How many times have your Mother and I crept in to see you sleeping. And how many times have I wiped away tears, gentle little tears of happiness from her eyes when we came out.
All those days were so beautiful, like the night I sat and watched yesterday evening. But soon came the rain. Your lovely country, so free and so proud, was fighting for its life. Those indeed were dark days. I had to leave Mother and you and become a soldier. Thousands of other Daddies went too, because we had to fight so that all the Mothers and little boys and girls could live happily. That was many months ago. I do not know how long it will be before we will be home again together. But rain my little darling does not last for ever.
Through the blackest clouds a little piece of blue appears. The wind blows, and soon the clouds go. So too will peace come and then we can be all happy again.
Because I’m a soldier now Anne I cannot attend your birthday this year. You are going to have a party and I wont be there. But while that party is on I’ll be thinking of you and your Mother. Thinking of the day you came along, and of the days that have gone by since. You are lovely now, like your Mother. Some day, when you grow up, some man is going to be lost in your loveliness, like I was when I fell in love with your Mother. But no matter. We cannot have you forever. While we do we’ll teach you all the lovely things of life, and there are so many beautiful things in life. There are, too, bad things and, these also we will tell you about so that you’ll know how to pass them by.
Maybe it will be years before you will be able to read this letter but when you can you’ll know at least how much we love you and how much you mean to us.
I am looking forward to seeing you soon and to seeing those big brown eyes of yours laugh back at me. Until then my little girl.
Goodbye and God bless you on your birthday.
From your adoring
“Dad-da”
Sweet. A sweet letter.
Getting ... broody Ness? :confused:
I got the best pre-Valentine's Day present from my parents: a huge duffel bag full of food!
This year tops of my v-days thus far. Can't do much better than getting a vday card about sex and scribblenauts for the bus rides :up:
Brandy be awesome!
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Fuck yeah! 10-50gb ISOs, here we come!
but I'll still likely only use it to play GB and SNES roms...
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Originally Posted by Nessus
Does anyone write letters like this any longer?
The kind on real paper, written by hand in pen, with swirls and slashes and quirky penmanship, envelopes with postmarked stamps, addressed by hand not sticker, the kind of letter that finds its way into keepsake chests or special boxes, sometimes tied with ribbon.
I write letters; but my hand is a rather untidy scrawl... people don't seem to mind the quality of handwriting though, which is contrary to what I was taught in school.
I once had to spend a week's worth of afternoons in primary school jumping impossibly high high-jumps to get my hand-writing neater.
It didn't work. I don't quite see how it could have.
My Birthday is tomorrow.
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Kevin McCloud! Yes Indeedy!
When I grow up , I want to be just like him! :mad::up: