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[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Lovely poems.
I have trouble with free verse. I can't remember it at all, and I have trouble even comprehending it a lot of the time. it just swooshes right through my brain leaving behind a vague feeling of "That was nice. What was it?"
Actually, that's most poetry. It's often too pretty for me to get past the sound of the words and find the meaning.
vw or Emily-
Kate is in Natter 'splaining she has a friend looking for a place to live. He's from Germany!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
I'm on my way over.
ooh, I feel like an apartment matchmaker!
You're wonderful! In so many ways, but this is especially thanks-worthy right now, as I was dreading that process.
So, I was reading this article [link] about the proposed koala cull, and it says they have no natural predators on this island. Do koalas have natural predators otherwise?
Hello Lovelies!
Yay for connie and DH!
Beautiful Bon Voyage to Lilty. (Just translated the French in my head and realized I'm redundant, but leaving it alone because I hope Lilty's trip is double-lovely).
libkitty and -t have failed to earworm me because I was listening to a VeggieTunes (from the VeggieTales) CD. Nothing defeats the Song of the Cebu ('cept maybe the Pirates Who Don't Do Anything !) So ha ha!
And -t is me WRT to poetry. Pretty, but flies right by without ever touching me, usually.
In potentially cool baseball news, DH and I have tickets Friday and Saturday for the Orioles. Saturday's involves an event with the USS Mariner blog and Special Surprise Guests, but that's not the cool part, because the guests are more likely to be some stathead types DH will get more excited about than I will than Edgar or Ichiro or anybody like that. The cool bit is that if we can somehow hold Palmeiro to one or zero hits tonight, I've got a good shot at seeing someone get his 3,000th hit live, and how cool is that?
Very cool, Susan!
The Orowheat jingle is to the tune of "Good morning, good morning," which I thought was from Oklahoma. I may need to research now, so I can truly share the earworm.
I adore Walt Whitman. I think his is the first poetry that I truly loved. It may be passe after Dead Poet's Society, but the Oh captain, my captain, bit brings tears to my eyes every time.