... it's just a feeling I have about the way things seem like they want to connect up in a sort of a head-bone-connected-to-finger-bone kind of a way.
February 4, 2013
In the Blog-Has-a-Theme-Today Café...
... it's just a feeling I have about the way things seem like they want to connect up in a sort of a head-bone-connected-to-finger-bone kind of a way.
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Breasts?
John Henry
Domes? (Super, Capitol ...)
Two field mice lovin' it up below the mantel.
Muskrat Love
Somebody rescue that woman. I think I see the tip of her nose in the background.
One testicle is usually a little bigger than the other.
Asymmetrical enhancement
Looks like a guy with a big gut fell asleep and the snow covered him.
Merv Griffin theme shows were my favs? Or, was it Mike Douglas?
Honey, did you let the dogs in last night?
It's a snowman taking a nap. He needs a carrot and two lumps of coal.
The coroner's report said that Frosty died due to an overdose of dihydrous oxide.
I'd have those moles checked out.
You could turn it into a snowman house of horror.
O I C.
His head is missing.
Somewhere there is a line of snowmen's heads facing east with sticks stuck in where the eyes go.
tits.
It's The English Patient 2: The Korea Conflict
"The critically burned man did not in fact die from a morphine overdose, but awoke, survived, and recovered. He volunteered for action against the communists, and was shot down over Taiwan, and again is nursed by a beautiful woman. This time, however, she uses synthetic marijuana to shuffle off his mortal coil."
Golden Ratio = 1.61803398875...
I'd biopsy the larger one.
She's the spittin' image of her mom.
The same view you get from Dolly Parton Highway in Sevierville Tn.
The same view you get from Dolly Parton Highway in Sevierville Tn.
A preview of next year's halftime show at the Meadowlands?
... just a feeling I have about the way things seem like they want to connect up in a sort of a head-bone-connected-to-finger-bone kind of a way.
Finger bone connecting to the Head bone...
That lady has a flat tire.
That's why the lady is a tramp.
EMD said...
One testicle is usually a little bigger than the other.
Which reminds me of a limerick.
There once was a man from Asizes.
With balls of varying sizes.
One was quite small.
Almost no ball at all.
But the other was large and won prizes.
Thank you.
It's obvious.
Jennifer Lawrence.
Curly Howard and son, drowning.
Hoth is lovely this time of year.
Close, John. It's clearly the moon on the breast[s] of the new-fallen snow.
"Thetans. I hate those guys."
The heads were carefully deposited in a row or small mound, facing east toward the rising sun.
Hibernation?
it's a dead snowman
dur
“It is the academic conclusion of the University of Leicester that beyond reasonable doubt, the individual exhumed down to the village is indeed Frosty the Snowman, the last bit of magic in that old silk hat they found," said Richard Buckley, lead archaeologist.
The remains indicated a personage who had a corncob pipe and a button nose and two eyes made out of coal.
Buckley then added, inexplicably, "Thumpetty thump thump, Thumpety thump thump.”
That's a plaster cast of Richard III's grave, isn't it?
Actually... it's a dead snowman and it's head is facing East.
Sun from the South(ish) during winter.
I didn't know the snowman was Muslim.
Which makes him the Abominable Snowman.
You can see what's under the snow back here on December 6.
No, that's not it.
Dead Pumpkins... are you going to let them grow vines out of their bellies come spring?
I'm always curious how sometimes pumpkins seem to grow out of nowhere, at least whence the seeds came is a mystery.
“Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them. But they were a part of me. They were my landscape.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
Just tripped over this in passing:
Althouse rated 50th in top 150 Conservative websites.
Although Maggie's Farm is more accurate categorizing the blog as Eclectic, many congrats, Madame.
Leaf bags! I was hoping for something more exotic.
wv= hills n' hollers
I think it's the two punkins.
edutcher said...
Just tripped over this in passing:
Althouse rated 50th in top 150 Conservative websites.
Which reminds me, Google has #7 Breitbart blocked.
Google has #7 Breitbart blocked.
I've encountered no such problem. I guess my upgrade to GoogleVRCW is already paying off.
VRWC, that is.
Horseshoe Crabs
gad, there's something that's been going around the Internet today.
I sent Ann a note about it because my browser (Chrome) flagged it.
Apparently, it's been fixed - Insta has a post about it.
Messed the link up there.
I have pondered the meaning of this photograph over the alethiometer, the white dust being the most alarming element, and set the three most obvious symbols for snow and for white and for lumps, the wheels spun into action the cogwheels ticked one to another and slipped into place and this is what the golden Compass of Truth revealed in the present tense and mood.
I see Igloos in the arctic's record breaking wind swept cold. When the huge populations of Polar Bears are starting to hunt the Inuit, then the last thing needed is Obama's Fantasy Land of windmills.
The story of the day comes from Argentina. It worked for Nixon! It worked for Weimar Germany! It's working today for Japan and China! Let's do it!
The bumps in the backyard.
The Sunne in Splendour is how I became an expert on all things War of the Roses. That's how it goes, I read a book and blam I'm an expert.
Along with rehabilitating Richard III, Sharon Penman showed me something authors do, must do seems to me. Keep a file for specific things of interest that have no useful place driving the plot but fill it out. Irresistible things come along that cannot be ignored so they're put into a file and deployed at will. Like sweary words.
There are some really wonderful oaths of that period mostly involving poxes and houses and family members and such but it wouldn't do to put that in the mouths of nobility, they speak a different form of the same language. But by writing in a knight rushing past on his steed and kicking over an ungifted peasant the readers see the author introduce a character for the single purpose of unloading her entire file of swears in one amazing scene and set it apart from the serious tone of the whole rest of the work where no other such oaths appear.
I got in the stupidest fight today. It's been building up but today it exploded. Or maybe popped. I don't know. The thing is that there's been a pile up of incredible repetition that's driving me insane when people do it and I can't handle it properly because it gets me. It's when two things combine, speaking to me like I'm an employee or a servant, that is, issuing a directive, and repetition. The repetition of a directive flicks a switch that causes me to go for the throat. It goes like this:
"I called to tell you something."
"You need to blah blah blah and be sure to blah blah blah and say blah blah blah when you do. You need to blah blah blah and be sure to blah blah blah and say blah blah blah when you do.You need to blah blah blah and be sure to blah blah blah and say blah blah blah when you do."
"SHUT UP!"
"You know, Chip, you yell at me every time we talk and I don't appreciate it."
Or else it goes like this:
"Okay what did you say your name was again?"
"What is your address?"
"Zip"
"Phone number"
"email address"
"Okay, now, to confirm that ... "
Hang up. It does wonders for your peace of mind, and the other person will quickly learn to behave properly.
Glenn Reynolds linked to a book on Amazon today...called...
drumroll please...
Enjoy the Decline
Now is the winter of his deep cement
edutcher said...
gad, there's something that's been going around the Internet today.
I sent Ann a note about it because my browser (Chrome) flagged it.
I noticed after the Super Bowl that the stupid Google Chrome malware block even shut down my blog because I had a link to Breitbart. I guess I can now reactivate my Breitbart link. Thanks for the info.
Liz, I made a comment several days ago linking this book and the uncanny resemlence between the author and our very own H'ordevoursoftheInternet..
Credit goes to Phx for his brilliant twist on the W's moniker, H'ordevoursoftheInternet.
*Resemblance*
We live to swerve.
Now is the winter of deep disco mints.
deep dish condiments.
dip continental tents
Inga, sorry I missed that.
Horse devours?
Hors d'oeuvres?
Deep cement refers to finding the remains of Richard III under a parking lot.
Yeah, Hors d'oeurveoftheinternet. :)
At last report, Noel Coward, Oscar Wilde, and Saki were at at peace in their graves.
all at peace
More like ordureoftheinternet.
Kinda reminds me of our youngest daughter. She's two years old. She usually sleeps with her butt up in the air like that.
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