Comments on: Happy Memorial Day

By: S. Weasel

S. Weasel — Tue, 28 Oct 2008 17:24:06 +0000

Thank you, Wanda. I like to think so. But considering this posts consists of seven very bland sentences, I’m going to call you spam and pull your URL.

You sneaky minx, you.

By: Wanda

Wanda — Tue, 28 Oct 2008 17:07:20 +0000

You write very well.

By: Lokki

Lokki — Tue, 27 May 2008 17:08:02 +0000

“Hiawatha’s Lipid” is a lovely piece of work in all senses of the phrase….

I now await my chance -even it takes years to work it into a conversation.

I’ll try to remember to credit you Bad Cat Robot.

By: bad cat robot

bad cat robot — Tue, 27 May 2008 16:56:37 +0000

The strangeness is I’ve never seen him drink any beer *but* Guinness. I love the stuff myself, but you must admit it’s not a beginner’s beer.

“Hiawatha’s Lipid” should be approached in the same manner as “The Hunting of the Snark” — revel in the pure chunks of nonsense, eschew this whole “making sense” piffle. I mean, it mentions the body fat of quokkas! Walrus liver! (and it is a patient, not Hiawatha, who has the venom issue)

By: LemurKing

LemurKing — Tue, 27 May 2008 15:36:13 +0000

I’m not sure a fondness for Guinness would necessarily be classified as strange. McEwans might be strange, but surely not Guinness?

So if I read it correctly, ’tis a poem about a chemist who is so busy studying that he neglects to realize that he’s dying of a viper bite? I’m only on my third cup of coffee and it takes two pots to kick-start my brain. Point is I might’ve gotten that wrong.

By: bad cat robot

bad cat robot — Tue, 27 May 2008 15:23:03 +0000

Whenever I hear the word "lipid" I immediately start mumbling this poem to myself (wait for the pdf to automagically appear). Scientists are quite dangerous when visited by the Muse. I'm sure my father's brief WWII sojourn on the Sceptered Isle is memorialized somewhere, probably in a police blotter, but he made it out alive if with a strange fondness for Guinness.

By: Lokki

Lokki — Tue, 27 May 2008 13:48:57 +0000

The last post regarding Memorial Day

Taps

Day is done, gone the sun,
From the lake, from the hills, from the sky;
All is well, safely rest, God is nigh.

Fading light, dims the sight,
And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright.
From afar, drawing nigh, falls the night.

Thanks and praise, for our days,
‘Neath the sun, ‘neath the stars, neath the sky;
As we go, this we know, God is nigh.

Sun has set, shadows come,
Time has fled, Scouts must go to their beds
Always true to the promise that they made.

While the light fades from sight,
And the stars gleaming rays softly send,
To thy hands we our souls, Lord, commend

By: LemurKing

LemurKing — Tue, 27 May 2008 05:00:38 +0000

The little Lemurs are all tucked in with duct-tape and cables and the Cruel Wife Lemur has shambled off to bed, leaving me to wait out a migraine while painting – trying to sleep during an episode is futile if you aren’t exhausted enough to pass out.

I’ll post the rough painting in a few minutes… what the hell.

By: EW1(SG)

EW1(SG) — Tue, 27 May 2008 03:54:36 +0000

Good gravy, man, at least Weas had an honest sporadic paraphasic event, but you probably chose to say “lipid” didn’t you?

Er, yes. My paraphasic events are rather dishonest like that.

Happy Memorial Day, Lemur King & all the little Lemurs at home!

By: LemurKing

LemurKing — Tue, 27 May 2008 03:31:48 +0000

EW1… I *know* what you meant but did you just say “cooking lipid”?

Good gravy, man, at least Weas had an honest sporadic paraphasic event, but you probably chose to say “lipid” didn’t you? Most likely she just saw some robin’s eggs today and “speckled” was on the brain. But one doesn’t just see lipids lying around on every streetcorner.

(I am practicing ginormously exaggerated hypocrisy here and pullin’ your leg, too)

Howdy EW1 and thanks for your service!

- LK