Why must good ole fashioned capitalism destroy all that I hold dear. I'm talking about this: http://sports.espn.go.com/ncb/tournament/2010/news/story?id=5043254
yeah, that's right, I crawl out of my cave frequently enough to get good wi fi across from the glen by the meadow with the finger licken' good honey pot and I see this nonsense on ESPN.com. Jesus! Don't the words of John and Paul mean anything to folks . . . Let it be.
FWB
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
. . . she just acts like we never have met
"It's all new to me, like some mystery, it can even be like a myth . . ."
-- Bobby Dylan
Here you go you soldiers of love . . . I found this while online in my den,
http://leoweekly.com/ae/all-you-need-serotonin
Time to eat me some bacon.
F.Bear
-- Bobby Dylan
Here you go you soldiers of love . . . I found this while online in my den,
http://leoweekly.com/ae/all-you-need-serotonin
Time to eat me some bacon.
F.Bear
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
a streaming bowl of potpourri
what is this . . . http://www.pennathletics.com/ViewArticle.dbml?DB_OEM_ID=1700&ATCLID=204877365
diving records? what is this points scheme? 349.13? is that supposed to be an accomplishment? back in the forest field day of '77, my cousin Herb dove 40 feet under Thunder Bay. Come onnnn now folks, do we have to split hairs here?
By the way, for you honeymooners out there, Thunder Bay -- great newlywed destination. Me and the old lady were there some ten years past. Ahh, memories. Just be weary of the leaches. sawa.
F.Bear
diving records? what is this points scheme? 349.13? is that supposed to be an accomplishment? back in the forest field day of '77, my cousin Herb dove 40 feet under Thunder Bay. Come onnnn now folks, do we have to split hairs here?
By the way, for you honeymooners out there, Thunder Bay -- great newlywed destination. Me and the old lady were there some ten years past. Ahh, memories. Just be weary of the leaches. sawa.
F.Bear
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Greetings Ranger Stranger
Greetings Ranger Stranger, you digital passersby walking the streets late at night, perusing the Weekend Boulevards, your eyes on the prize . . .
It strikes me that the blogosphere is fundamentally about the self, it is self referential, self obsessed, Self . . . something. This isn't any landmark finding, just the reason why I have been late to the game. Frankly, I’ve also been hibernating. And yet this century's attraction with identity seems to be a fait accompli.
We are all running to and fro, high and low, and what will we learn about our naked selves during the production? We seek to be surrounded by and within centres of attraction and so who may you ask do I am to attract?
You.
So, kind ladies and handsome gentlemen, pull up a chair or your most stable and trustworthy milk carton, deftly remove that jar of honey from the cupboard.
I aim to pull up anchor . . . let us dance alone together.
It strikes me that the blogosphere is fundamentally about the self, it is self referential, self obsessed, Self . . . something. This isn't any landmark finding, just the reason why I have been late to the game. Frankly, I’ve also been hibernating. And yet this century's attraction with identity seems to be a fait accompli.
We are all running to and fro, high and low, and what will we learn about our naked selves during the production? We seek to be surrounded by and within centres of attraction and so who may you ask do I am to attract?
You.
So, kind ladies and handsome gentlemen, pull up a chair or your most stable and trustworthy milk carton, deftly remove that jar of honey from the cupboard.
I aim to pull up anchor . . . let us dance alone together.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
This is another test
test test test, acccheeem, please speak into the loud speaker. ahhh, yes, there you go.
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