Vagueness and the Aftermath - A sporadic diary

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Bipolar dog 

Great clip, but really quite sad in a way.

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http://www.unicat.net/en/index2-Galerie.html Lottery win required - but for a transglobe these are the nuts.

Now that's a proper bit of kit. What adventures I could have.

Get me one please Rod.

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Can I just take this opportunity to invite people to post their favourite poetry etc on here. 

The benefits will be twofold.

1: It will please me.

2: It will piss Tony off. (He's a philistine)

[kinboshi]

Only if you watch the second episode of "Inside the Human Body"

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Why, when someone wants to tell us that a thought has just entered their head do they always use the phrase, "Springs to mind".

Is "Springs to mind" the only thing that ever springs to mind?

Also. Do thoughts actually enter our heads, or are they already in there waiting to come out?

[pokerfan]

Bipolar dog 

Great clip, but really quite sad in a way.

Presume the dog just has a tick of some sort and doesn't recognise it as his own leg. Wouldn't fancy nicking his treat any way.

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Only if you watch the second episode of "Inside the Human Body"

Oh I will.

I'm hooked now.

[kinboshi]

I'll start.  Love this for the words he just made up throughout it and yet it makes perfect sense (sort of).

Jabberwocky

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

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Bipolar dog 

Great clip, but really quite sad in a way.

Presume the dog just has a tick of some sort and doesn't recognise it as his own leg. Wouldn't fancy nicking his treat any way.

Yes. the saddest thing is the dogs attitude to it's food.

I always put my hands in my puppies food bowl while they're eating. They soon learn to accept it, realise that I'm not going to take any, and never grow up with food guarding "Issues"

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Poem just for Tony: Philip Larkin - This Be The Verse

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          I wandered lonely as a cloud
          That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
          When all at once I saw a crowd,
          A host, of golden daffodils;
          Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
          Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

          Continuous as the stars that shine
          And twinkle on the milky way,
          They stretched in never-ending line
          Along the margin of a bay:                                  
          Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
          Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

          The waves beside them danced; but they
          Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
          A poet could not but be gay,
          In such a jocund company:
          I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
          What wealth the show to me had brought:

          For oft, when on my couch I lie
          In vacant or in pensive mood,                              
          They flash upon that inward eye
          Which is the bliss of solitude;
          And then my heart with pleasure fills,
          And dances with the daffodils.

Isn't this exactly what Tony get's off on every time he goes to some park at dawn, the solitude and the natural spectacle? Must relate to the glee in Wordsworth's discovery or he surely is a philistine.

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Jaberwocky. Lewis Carroll at his surreal best. Carroll is not really a poet as such, but here he rivals the great Edward Lear.


Wordsworth's Daffodils. A Philistine outer if ever there was one.

Larkin: Irreverent brilliance.

[kinboshi]

Jaberwocky. Lewis Carroll at his surreal best. Carroll is not really a poet as such, but here he rivals the great Edward Lear.


Wordsworth's Daffodils. A Philistine outer if ever there was one.

Larkin: Irreverent brilliance.

Carroll was a very clever writer - but very 'questionable' as a person (imo).

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Jaberwocky. Lewis Carroll at his surreal best. Carroll is not really a poet as such, but here he rivals the great Edward Lear.


Wordsworth's Daffodils. A Philistine outer if ever there was one.

Larkin: Irreverent brilliance.

Carroll was a very clever writer - but very 'questionable' as a person (imo).

Go on then Kin, enlighten us....

[Laxie]

Why, when someone wants to tell us that a thought has just entered their head do they always use the phrase, "Springs to mind".

Is "Springs to mind" the only thing that ever springs to mind?

Also. Do thoughts actually enter our heads, or are they already in there waiting to come out?

I never say "Springs to mind."

"It just hit me" is the standard Laxie phrase.