| John
v. to have a cramp, as in, a painful contraction of the muscle.
Often used to make fun of a person named John, who has lots of cramps.
Running boy 1: Oh, Dude! I'm getting a cramp!
Running boy 2: You mean, you're getting a John.
Running boy 1: Yeah! This John hurts like a bitch!
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| A review of Tuscan Whole Milk, 1 gallon
If you don't get it, maybe you should look at THIS!!
Once upon a mid-day sunny, while I savored Nuts 'N Honey,
With my Tuscan Whole Milk, 1 gal, 128 fl. oz., I swore
As I went on with my lapping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at the icebox door.
'Bad condensor, that,' I muttered, 'vibrating the icebox door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Not to sound like a complainer, but, in an inept half-gainer,
I provoked my bowl to tip and spill its contents on the floor.
Stupefied, I came to muddle over that increasing puddle,
Burgeoning deluge of that which I at present do adore -
Snowy Tuscan wholesomeness exclusively produced offshore -
Purg'ed here for evermore.
And the pool so white and silky, filled me with a sense of milky
Ardor of the type fantastic of a loss not known before,
So that now, to still the throbbing of my heart, while gently sobbing,
I retreated, heading straightway for the tempting icebox door -
Heedless of that pitter-patter tapping at the icebox door -
I resolved to have some more.
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
'This,' said I, 'requires an extra dram of milk, my favorite pour.'
To the icebox I aspired, motivated to admire
How its avocado pigment complemented my decor.
Then I grasped its woodgrain handle - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams of Tuscans I had known before
But the light inside was broken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only words there spoken were my whispered words, 'No more!'
Coke and beer, some ketchup I set eyes on, and an apple core -
Merely this and nothing more.
Back toward the table turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
'Surely,' said I, 'surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'
From the window came a stirring, then, with an incessant purring,
Inside stepped a kitten; mannerlessly did she me ignore.
Not the least obeisance made she; not a minute stopped or stayed she;
But, with mien of lord or lady, withdrew to my dining floor -
Pounced upon the pool of Tuscan spreading o'er my dining floor -
Licked, and lapped, and supped some more.
Then this tiny cat beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grand enthusiasm of the countenance she wore,
Toward the mess she showed no pity, 'til I said, 'Well, hello, kitty!'
Sought she me with pretty eyes that seemed to open some rapport.
So I pleaded, 'Tell me, tell me what it is that you implore!'
Quoth the kitten, 'Get some more.' | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Reply to this post, and I'll tell you one reason why I like you. Then put this in your own journal, and spread the love. | | comments: 7 comments or Leave a comment |
| Being a white, male, bisexual... I can't understand a single bit of this. But it's hilarious.
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| Last night we went out to eat, and out of the blue I decided to stop at Kampai Sushi and Grill. It's Addison Circle's only sushi bar and we really like it.
We had to park in a far away parking garage, because the closer ones were packed. And even though there were a lot of people in the area, because it was so cold the streets were empty. We had no fear of being mugged, as the muggers knew better than to stay out in this weather.
So we ran across Addison Circle to our beloved, casual, and inexpensive sushi place all while muttering how fuckin' cold it is. We throw open the door to find a large gathering of people singing "Happy Birthday" off key, like it's supposed to be.
And despite eating plentiful raw fish, we were somehow warmer on the trip back to the car. In the parking garage there was a yellow sports car that decided to speed like crazy, just to rev its engine. ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) kangitanka3 informed me that he sensed danger, and we had to go. I agree. If we had stayed any longer that car might have crashed into us.
But we got out safe and sound. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| Decade recap.
2000: Got my job at Stream. Got my first cellphone, due to the fact that my job is 10 miles away. Met moonstone_wind and fell headfirst into the furry fandom.
2001: Went on a trip to Rome with my father in May. Was going to go to England with him, however the plane was supposed to leave at 4pm on September 11, so terrorists ruined my UK vacation.
2002: Laid off from Stream, so some Canadians could do the job cheaper. Moved out of my parents house into the quiet suburb of Carrollton (Super H-Mart didn't yet exist at it's current location). Got a roommate. Got a job as an insurance salesman and did so poorly at it that I made negative income. Got rehired back at Stream at the other site in Carrollton. Broke my leg, got surgery, and was hobbling around on crutches for a short while.
2003: Laid off from Stream... AGAIN... for monetary reasons... AGAIN! Finally knew how it felt to live off unemployment. Was planning to go on a trip to England with my father, but due to my endless search for employment I couldn't go, though I should have. Got a job through a friend doing more tech support. Started my Livejournal account.
2004: Moved out of Carrollton apartment with roommate, and got apartment in Dallas. It was a little more ghetto-looking, but still a friendly and safe place. Got a second surgery on my leg so I could walk better on it. Got bored with staying home while trying to heal, so I decided to start looking online for cute guys, and found kangitanka3! HUZZAH!
2005: Got introduced to Scarborough Faire, a shit-load of friends, and sushi. Saw Carlsbad Caverns. Got my current great job working for a French hotel company through goblinking1974.
2006: Moved out of my Dallas apartment, and into a nice Addison apartment with my love, kangitanka3.
2007: Went to Texas Renaissance Festival for the first time. Started playing City of Heroes.
2008: Went to England (FINALLY!!) with kangitanka3. Woke up wednesday morning, and he said to me "Who won the election?" So I turned on the telly and heard the words "Barack Obama" and "presidency" in the same sentence. The people of London were so excited and pleased that he won, and so were we. Almost didn't make our flight home, as I didn't realize until 8:45am that we needed to be on a plane at Heathrow at 10:30am.
2009: Went to Galveston with kangitanka3. While I had been in Galveston before, it didn't really count as I was with my mother. Had dinner at Gaidos, saw Moody Gardens, walked the Strand, saw the tall ship Elissa. Yeah... life is good. Ended 2009 at home with a great home-cooked meal, wines, cheeses, and good friends. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Happy Winter Solstice, everyone.
This is the longest night of the year, and one where the veil between our world and the spirit realm is thin.
The solstice itself may have been a special moment of the annual cycle of the year even during neolithic times.
Astronomical events, which during ancient times controlled the mating of animals, sowing of crops and metering of winter reserves between harvests, show how various cultural mythologies and traditions have arisen.
This is attested by physical remains in the layouts of late Neolithic and Bronze Age archaeological sites such as Stonehenge in Britain and New Grange in Ireland. The primary axes of both of these monuments seem to have been carefully aligned on a sight-line pointing to the winter solstice sunrise (New Grange) and the winter solstice sunset (Stonehenge).
Significant in respect of Stonehenge is the fact that the Great Trilithon was erected outwards from the centre of the monument, i.e., its smooth flat face was turned towards the midwinter Sun.[5]
The winter solstice may have been immensely important because communities were not certain of living through the winter, and had to be prepared during the previous nine months. Starvation was common in winter between January and April, also known as the famine months.
In temperate climates, the midwinter festival was the last feast celebration, before deep winter began. Most cattle were slaughtered so they would not have to be fed during the winter, so it was almost the only time of year when a supply of fresh meat was available. The majority of wine and beer made during the year was finally fermented and ready for drinking at this time. The concentration of the observances were not always on the day commencing at midnight or at dawn, but the beginning of the pre-Romanized day, which falls on the previous eve.[6]
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| | There is something to be said about coming home one night from out of the cold. As I walk across the threshold of my front door the warm air wraps me in its arms, wafting the gentle aroma of our black cherry reed diffusers. It comes to greet me with an unspoken, yet clearly understood, gesture of "Welcome home." | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Y'know tonight mah man came home a bit burned out from work. So what did I do? I ran off to the store for supplies, came home, and made him a dinner just for the two of us.
I made a salad of mixed greens. It was sprinkled with goat cheese, chives, and onions. The dressing was a olive oil & red wine vinaigrette with garlic.
The dinner was a beef teriyaki stir-fry with some last-minute rice to soak up the extra juices.
And since I happened to have a case of Dublin Dr. Pepper I served that with the meal. Of course since Dublin Dr. Pepper is not your traditional corn-syrupy soda-pop wannabe, and is made with pure Imperial sugar, then I saw it fitting to serve it in tulip wine glasses.
For our entertainment we watched an episode of Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations, where he goes to Iceland, drinks a lot, and has a miserable time. Then we watched the cult movie classic "Six String Samurai".
Darkblood
"According to the gas chromatograph, the secret ingredient is... love?! Who's been screwing with this thing?!"
-2k9 | | comments: 8 comments or Leave a comment |
| Man in Black: All right. Where is the judge? The trial by jury has begun. It ends when the jury deliberates, and KSM (Khalid Sheik Muhammad) is either convicted or he is acquitted.
( cut for your protection. )
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| NSFW cause he uses the "F" word and talks about blasphemous things! (Oh no!)
Darkblood
*Sinfully delicious*
-2k9 | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
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