[amazinglygraceless]

Pantless is liberating though... without your device you feel as if life isnt the same (negative fashion). I would much sooner go back home to get my device than I would for a wallet that I left. lol

The one thing I have never gone back to get is my phone and that is even if I'm sitting in the driveway when I realize I left it.

Now, my watch, that is a whole different matter

[Sith_Apprentice]

The one thing I have never gone back to get is my phone and that is even if I'm sitting in the driveway when I realize I left it.

Now, my watch, that is a whole different matter

Well when you answer E-mails 18 hours a day and have many hours of train rides each day it would drive you insane to be without it haha

[houshinto#IM]

.....(peak).

(looks around at recent posts)....

Oh good god...

(runs to car)

SLAM.......WRRREEEEEEEeeeeeeee!!!!!........

[pantlesspenguin]

I feel so so um a you know well pantless

I can think of worse feelings .

[pantlesspenguin]

.....(peak).

(looks around at recent posts)....

Oh good god...

(runs to car)

SLAM.......WRRREEEEEEEeeeeeeee!!!!!........

Not a poetry fan?

[Sith_Apprentice]

.....(peak).

(looks around at recent posts)....

Oh good god...

(runs to car)

SLAM.......WRRREEEEEEEeeeeeeee!!!!!........

Oh there have been much worse posts than poetry haha

[Engire]

The one thing I have never gone back to get is my phone and that is even if I'm sitting in the driveway when I realize I left it.

Now, my watch, that is a whole different matter

You Sir are rare then. Most kids now days dont even know how to read a watch and think the word is a verb.

[amazinglygraceless]

You Sir are rare then. Most kids now days dont even know how to read a watch and think the word is a verb.

Oh I know. I remember recently teaching my nephew to use a wristwatch as a compass and he thought I was brilliant (kid really doesn't know me )

[Sith_Apprentice]

Oh I know. I remember recently teaching my nephew to use a wristwatch as a compass and he thought I was brilliant (kid really doesn't know me )

If he was trying to find due north that would lead to veeery slow spinning in circles.

[Engire]

I can survive the day without the phone. My wife or son will just call my desk if they need me. But the bad thing is my boss will not be able to get a hold of me when I am in the compound. Wait, did I say that was a bad thing?

[amazinglygraceless]

If he was trying to find due north that would lead to veeery slow spinning in circles.

No just basic south. Everything from that point is simple

[sleepngbear]

It's an enigma, wrapped in a mystery, wrapped in a conundrum, wrapped in the most delightful and flaky puff pastry

An enigma wrapped in a twinkle!

My favorite poem:

Love Is Not All

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

[amazinglygraceless]

An enigma wrapped in a twinkle!




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Watch it you heathen

[sleepngbear]

Yet another inductee into the ever decreasingly exclusive group otherwise and more commonly known as my ignore list.



(Edit: it's nobody here!)


And now back to our regularly scheduled junk food.

[qbnkelt]

.....(peak).

(looks around at recent posts)....

Oh good god...

(runs to car)

SLAM.......WRRREEEEEEEeeeeeeee!!!!!........

There once were two cats of Kilkenny;
Each thought there was one cat too many.

So they fought and they fit,
And they scratched and they bit,
Till, excepting their nails,
And the tips of their tails,
Instead of two cats, there weren't any!

[TheScionicMan]

Got in trouble last night ask the wife to make me coconut cream pie and call me professor, it didn't go to well for me.
She dressed up as Mrs. Howell and called me Thurston.

At least it didn't turn into a Skipper/Gilligan thing...

Not that there's anything wrong with that.

[TheScionicMan]

Browning, very nice.

How about the beginning of this?

It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
'By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?

The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide,
And I am next of kin;
The guests are met, the feast is set:
May'st hear the merry din.'

That is a classic! Takes me back to my high school days!

[YT]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WfNAiPpApx4[/YT]

[louzer]

BBM Music, yo!

Tried it way back when in beta then tried to reinstall it after release and it said the free tiral was over.

[louzer]

No just basic south. Everything from that point is simple

But south is the easiest. After all, everything south of my phone is... well... pantless.

[louzer]

Here is one of my favorites. If Shelley, himself, posted it the CB forums, he'd probably be called a troll and a RIM basher for the implication based on the context. Either that or just the first line would be read, the rest ignored, and the message missed.

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

[Sith_Apprentice]

In what should be the motto for these forums:

Desiderata by Max Ehrman-

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be critical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy.

And then you have

House by the Side of the Road by Sam Walter Foss -

There are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the place of their self-content;
There are souls like stars, that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze the paths
Where highways never ran-
But let me live by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
Where the race of men go by-
The men who are good and the men who are bad,
As good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner's seat
Nor hurl the cynic's ban-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
I see from my house by the side of the road
By the side of the highway of life,
The men who press with the ardor of hope,
The men who are faint with the strife,
But I turn not away from their smiles and tears,
Both parts of an infinite plan-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead,
And mountains of wearisome height;
That the road passes on through the long afternoon
And stretches away to the night.
And still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice
And weep with the strangers that moan,
Nor live in my house by the side of the road
Like a man who dwells alone.
Let me live in my house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by-
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,
Wise, foolish - so am I.
Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat,
Or hurl the cynic's ban?
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

[louzer]

In what should be the motto for these forums:

Desiderata by Max Ehrman-

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be critical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy.

And then you have

House by the Side of the Road by Sam Walter Foss -

There are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the place of their self-content;
There are souls like stars, that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze the paths
Where highways never ran-
But let me live by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
Where the race of men go by-
The men who are good and the men who are bad,
As good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner's seat
Nor hurl the cynic's ban-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
I see from my house by the side of the road
By the side of the highway of life,
The men who press with the ardor of hope,
The men who are faint with the strife,
But I turn not away from their smiles and tears,
Both parts of an infinite plan-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead,
And mountains of wearisome height;
That the road passes on through the long afternoon
And stretches away to the night.
And still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice
And weep with the strangers that moan,
Nor live in my house by the side of the road
Like a man who dwells alone.
Let me live in my house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by-
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,
Wise, foolish - so am I.
Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat,
Or hurl the cynic's ban?
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

+5000
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[madman0141]

Here is one of my favorites. If Shelley, himself, posted it the CB forums, he'd probably be called a troll and a RIM basher for the implication based on the context. Either that or just the first line would be read, the rest ignored, and the message missed.

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said��Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.�

Ok so are you saying we are not talking about Mary Ann anymore?

[madman0141]

That is a classic! Takes me back to my high school days!

Long Live Eddie

[reeneebob]

I'm killing myself laughing at the trending hashtag #NoseHillGentlemen and the accompanying story. If you haven't yet, go Google and laugh.

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