a sort of related set...

this set has lots of xfiles (though I have dropped that game now)

from the anime games we play in. We should get Jim to share his entries, too...

Birds and Bees... and poppies....

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I have a lot of really random icons in the vault, so you may see some strange categories go by... these have something to do with eating or drinking...

from various games I play in...

separated at birth / Janet-Lee-Van-Cleef episode


At the local Red Robin, one of the many "decor" photos is a photo of Janet Leigh in the Psycho shower scene which, for some unknown reason, is wearing a big black mustache. It always makes me say aloud: Janet-Lee-Van-Cleef.

We were there not too long ago, and they sat us so that Chris was facing the photo, which caused her to burst out laughing. (Apparently, she never knew *why* I was saying it, she just thought it was some lucky superstition of mine)

what do you think? (photo from Jim's work phone)

I can't decide if these are brilliant or just a bad idea.....

The Grilled Cheese Invitational
Bread. Butter. Cheese. Victory!

Especially for a woman, reading
By Sue MacLeod

Especially in the afternoon when light slants
through the window, grazing her cheek on its way to the page.
For a woman who appreciates that kind of light
for reading. Especially in mornings, when coffee makers
groan. When everyone else is still climbing, still hand-
over-handing their way
up from dreams. For the book
that fell into the bath
and was fished out--quickly. For the line
that swam before her as she fell
asleep. In stolen time: the check-out line, the way to work.
In fits and starts of traffic, in the press
of bodies. Especially
for anyone who's ever missed
her stop. For anyone who's laughed out loud while reading
in a restaurant. Or ever thought of writing
to a stranger:
You told my story. How did you know?

Especially for a teenage girl whose touch
turns bookmarks into ash. And so
she uses rubber bands, a roll of tape, a stray sock, a receipt, or my book
to hold her place open. Who won't
come to supper till she finishes her page.
For a grandmother I know
about, who stirred with a book in one hand. For everyone stirring
with words in their hands. For anyone who's ever grasped
a book in two hands.
Hold your breath and crack it open.
For books that have burned to be written. Books
thrown into the fire
because supper wasn't ready, or her chores had not been done.
For anyone who's ever had anyone
tell her:
All that reading makes you think too much.

Especially when the leaves against the window
are a chorus from another time.
When evening comes, a woman stretches one curved arm to reach
the light behind her. She is reading
while the birds take roost, and punctuate
the branches. Reading till her book is finished. Reading
like a girl.

John Young, a contributor to MAKE, is going to host a gorilla suit making workshop in Philadelphia. Info here.


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Police in Saitama Prefecture arrested several people for filming a porn flick in McDonald’s. One of the suspects was quoted by police as saying, “We didn’t think it would be a problem as long as nobody noticed what we were doing.”

Brown Penny
William Butler Yeats


I whispered, "I am too young,"
And then, "I am old enough;"
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.

"Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair."
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.

O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love.

Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.

final prayer
vic coccimiglio

Lord, please let this
six feet of earth
be the last darkness
I will ever know

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To make a prairie
- Emily Dickinson


To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, -
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do
If bees are few.

Her breast is fit for pearls
emily dickinson

Her breast is fit for pearls,
But I was not a "Diver" -
Her brow is fit for thrones
But I have not a crest.

Her heart is fit for home-
I - a Sparrow - build there
sweet of twigs and twine
My perennial nest.

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Sam Hamill:
Black Marsh Eclogue

Although it is midsummer, the great blue heron
holds darkest winter in his hunched shoulders,
those blue-turning-gray clouds
rising over him like a storm from the Pacific.

He stands in the black marsh
more monument than bird, a wizened prophet
returned from a vanished mythology.
He watches the hearts of things
and does not move or speak. But when
at last he flies, his great wings

cover the darkening sky, and slowly,
as though praying, he lifts, almost motionless,
as he pushes the world away.

Humming-Bird
by D.H. Lawrence

I can imagine, in some otherworld
Primeval-dumb, far back
In that most awful stillness, that only gasped and hummed,
Humming-birds raced down the avenues.

Before anything had a soul,
While life was a heave of matter, half inanimate,
This little bit chipped off in brilliance
And went whizzing through the slow, vast, succulent stems.

I believe there were no flowers then,
In the world where the humming-bird flashed ahead of creation.
I believe he pierced the slow vegetable veins with his long beak.

Probably he was big
As mosses, and little lizards, they say, were once big.
Probably he was a jabbing, terrifying monster.

We look at him through the wrong end of the telescope of Time,
Luckily for us.

there's a much better headline at Japundit, where I found it....

A new typography term from Ironic Sans

Musical!

I have nothing to add. Here's the link.