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Post by xengab on Jan 14, 2005 13:39:18 GMT -6
conversation
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Post by eirene on Jan 14, 2005 13:40:53 GMT -6
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Post by xengab on Jan 14, 2005 14:06:06 GMT -6
End of talk.
End
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Post by eirene on Jan 14, 2005 14:16:49 GMT -6
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 14, 2005 14:48:40 GMT -6
begining of a new line of thinking....maybe
line
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Post by eirene on Jan 14, 2005 15:00:53 GMT -6
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Post by xengab on Jan 14, 2005 15:29:26 GMT -6
Road to nowhere
nowhere
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Post by eirene on Jan 14, 2005 15:50:14 GMT -6
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Post by Phalon on Jan 14, 2005 17:37:26 GMT -6
sombody is the opposite of nobody, but that's too easy.
Grace Slick, as in Jefferson Airplane, as in "Somebody to Love"
And is there a graceful way to be slick?
Slick.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 14, 2005 21:58:55 GMT -6
Hmmm...gimmi some time to get warmed up here.....let's see...slick....slick..slick...AH
OIL
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Post by Phalon on Jan 15, 2005 0:31:37 GMT -6
'About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue and white.'
Samuel Taylor Coleridge 1772-1834
fire
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 15, 2005 0:40:03 GMT -6
ooohhh nice..... Reminds me of one of my favorites from Uncle Willy.....
Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.
Harpier cries "'Tis time, 'tis time."
Round about the cauldron go; In the poisoned entrails throw. Toad, that under cold stone Days and nights has thirty-one Sweltered venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.
Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches' mummy, maw and gulf Of the ravined salt-sea shark, Root of hemlock digged in' the dark, Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat, and slips of yew Silvered in the moon's eclipse, Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe Ditch-delivered by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab: Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, For the ingredients of our cauldron.
Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good.
O well done! I commend your pains; And every one shall share in the gains; And now about the cauldron sing, Live elves and fairies in a ring, Enchanting all that you put in.
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks!
cauldron
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Post by Phalon on Jan 15, 2005 0:44:18 GMT -6
It's like the pot is cauldron the kettle black. Ok, so I used that pun before somewhere. I'm into recycling.
pot, (as in black iron)
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 15, 2005 0:47:45 GMT -6
*snort* POT..LMAO.....lol........lol.....*cough* ok I'm ok.....*snort*
burn
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Post by Phalon on Jan 15, 2005 0:53:30 GMT -6
One good burn; deserts another. Rough translation...A bad cook can not keep dinner guests.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 15, 2005 0:55:18 GMT -6
So what's your word? HELLO?! LMAO
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Post by Phalon on Jan 15, 2005 1:01:30 GMT -6
Oops, let me go back and check. I forgot what I wrote.
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Post by Phalon on Jan 15, 2005 1:02:41 GMT -6
Ok, ok...
cooking
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 15, 2005 1:14:04 GMT -6
Yes we're cooking now! Cooking with Gas! Or getting gas from your cooking....
gas
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Post by Phalon on Jan 15, 2005 1:26:55 GMT -6
Leave my culinary prowess out of this. Actually, I'm a very good cook, despite what anyone will tell you. It's the baking I hate, and the thing that makes people gasp when they taste. Not much room for substitution in baking...baking soda, baking powder, and powdered sugar, just because they are all white, do not have the same effect in a recipe.
choke
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 15, 2005 1:31:00 GMT -6
So I'm guessing we won't be starting a Phalon's Baking tips thread then.....too bad I was hoping to learn how to blow something up...lmao
blow
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Post by Phalon on Jan 15, 2005 1:43:26 GMT -6
And with the blowing! Weren't we discussing glass blowing the other day? People who live in glass houses shouldn't blow bricks. And what the heck does that mean? I dunno, you figure it out. I'm too tired and am blowing on outta here.
Glass
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 15, 2005 1:46:16 GMT -6
Actually I believe it was sugar blowing.....and another kind of blowing. Have a good night sleep well.....
Sugar
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Post by Phalon on Jan 15, 2005 1:58:53 GMT -6
Jaw breakers. LMAO!
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 15, 2005 2:02:43 GMT -6
LMAO......sure. Just throw that out there and run away! Coward!
Remind me to tell you the story of the golf pro sometime.
Baseball bat
LMAO!!
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Post by Phalon on Jan 15, 2005 8:12:28 GMT -6
I can hardly wait, (rolls eyes), and am waiting with baseball batted, breath.
Baseball bat...and it reminds me of when we were kids and would go to watch the Tigers play on "bat day". They gave every kid little wooden bats about two feet long. I distinctly remember the feel of what would happen it you hit the bat really hard against a cement driveway. The ringing sting in your hands unbelieveable. I have no idea why this thing was common knowledge among kids , but everyone knew....and every bat day, there was that urge to try it again. Stinging lessons wasted in this case.
Sting
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Post by eirene on Jan 15, 2005 8:19:50 GMT -6
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 15, 2005 8:21:55 GMT -6
Hmmm....two feet is definately right......definately would have stung and we won't even talk about pain......
scary
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Post by eirene on Jan 15, 2005 8:26:22 GMT -6
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Post by Phalon on Jan 15, 2005 8:47:42 GMT -6
A foot-long then? Since we are talking about baseball, right? <snicker> And that does produce fear of a stomachache. Never know what's in a hot-dog.
hot-dog
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