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Posts archive for: 27 February, 2007
  • Sidenotes for my friends

    Well, they just put a sold sign on the building...one more thing to be anxious about--will the new owners change anything? Will they decide to turn the building into a bed and breakfast and kick us all out? Will they raise the rent? Tell us no pets? Keep things as they are? I hate my life.

    Well, I get to keep my social security check. At least for the moment. So the rent's taken care of--the internet and utility bills, I think are manageable as well. Food--well, we'll see...

    Off to work--doing 4 to 10 shift tonight. Yuck. Calling more rude prigs, lovely.

  • The Earth as Poetry

    I think many of us have grown so far away from what is true, what is real, what is simple and good. It's a bit sad. It's the progression of humanity, I suppose--but I think we've left something important behind in the transition.

    We've forgotten our sense--it the noise of modern life--the sounds, the whirling and changing bustle of everyday living--we've lost something essential to our humanity.

    The calmness, the inner stillness of nature, has left so many of us. We are no longer content to simply walk under the sky, or feel the breeze or smell the morning rain. To hold a moment--a fraction of quiet beauty---in our heart and spirit and soul, and allow it to give us joy.

    It's left me, often enough, these days--and God, don't I mourn it.

    The earth is a living, breathing poem whose lines, rhythm and rhymes are continually changing.

  • Funny Captions...yes, again. Sorry.


    What happens when your pet bird watches one too many Tweety and Slyvester cartoons.


    After feeding the dog table scraps, this is how you really know when you're a bad cook.


    The used horse dealer sold Tex a rubbish horse--but threw in some really neat accessories--including a killer sound system inside the stirrups.


    Actor David Tennant is caught off-camera, consuming the magical crisps that instantly turn him into a sex god.


    Feeling...inadequate in front of his girlfriend, Billy Bob decided to buy a really big gun.


    Vermont farmer Jerry Rig, called his wife "an old cow" so many times--she finally became one. He professes to be pleased with the change. "Well, I get more work outta' her, she's doin' somethin' useful--and two more tits--there's the real bonus, ey-yeah."

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