The Off Topic Topic

[katmai]

Am i the only one who doesn't see anything in Timmay's post before funkmonk's?

[Ed Anger]

Am i the only one who doesn't see anything in Timmay's post before funkmonk's?

Thankfully, I'm spared Tim's kiddie monster pictures.

[katmai]

Am i the only one who doesn't see anything in Timmay's post before funkmonk's?

Thankfully, I'm spared Tim's kiddie monster pictures.

Too late you are already tainted by Tim!

[Ed Anger]

Am i the only one who doesn't see anything in Timmay's post before funkmonk's?

Thankfully, I'm spared Tim's kiddie monster pictures.

Too late you are already tainted by Tim!

I think that is why my rotator cuff is fucked up.

[FunkMonk]

There's nothing there. 

[jimmy olsen]

Is it working again for people?

[katmai]

 

Is it working again for people?

[jimmy olsen]

Is it working again for people?

Dammit, what the fuck. It was working, and now it isn't again. Neil, are you screwing with it?

[Syt]

Just a red x here.

[Grey Fox]

Is it working again for people?

Dammit, what the fuck. It was working, and now it isn't again. Neil, are you screwing with it?

Stop using blogspot.

[Tonitrus]

I was in Forks, WA last week.

The place has been transformed from a dilapidated logging town into a dilapidated logging town overrun with psuedo-goth teenage Twilight fan-girls.

The Washington coast is teh awesome, by the way.  I am pissed I didn't bring my tent and plan on camping on the beach.

[FunkMonk]

http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=da8_1239137290
The Turks love Obama so much, they want to be just like him!

[Savonarola]

-You William Blake?

-Yes, do you know my poetry? 

'Twas on a holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean,
The children walking two and two, in red, and blue, and green:
Grey-headed beadles walked before, with wands as white as snow,
Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames waters flow.

O what a multitude they seemed, these flowers of London town!
Seated in companies they sit, with radiance all their own.
The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs,
Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands.

Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among:
Beneath them sit the aged men, wise guardians of the poor.
Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.

[Savonarola]

And an different point of view; also by the dead man:

HOLY THURSDAY

Is this a holy thing to see
   In a rich and fruitful land, --
Babes reduced to misery,
   Fed with cold and usurous hand?

Is that trembling cry a song?
   Can it be a song of joy?
And so many children poor?
   It is a land of poverty!

And their son does never shine,
   And their fields are bleak and bare,
And their ways are filled with thorns:
   It is eternal winter there.

For where'er the sun does shine,
   And where'er the rain does fall,
Babes should never hunger there,
   Nor poverty the mind appall.

[Korea]

My cat pooped in the bathtub! WTF?!