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One of my more charming children.

This blog post definitely amused me.

What poetry is weird? Shouldn't you save poetry for April? Or is this V-day poetry, warming up? In which case, don't go with weird.

Did somebody let slip the dogs--and snakes--of war?

Eew...naked snake.

I think all James Jacobs stories should be told in song.

"Gonna tell you a story 'bout a man named Jacobs
He creatively developed things from dinos to 'lithids"

In other words, it was I who put the "ram" in the ramalamadingdong and the "bop" in the bopshoobopshoobop.

I think Kurasawa was just a fan.

;-{)>

This happy occasion reminds me of a sonnet I once wrote:

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

::Issues Cease and Desist::

Who's your favorite Jacobian? ::Adjusts lace color::

Gary Teter wrote:

One more test into the breach!

And be damned he who cries "enough!" Mweeheeheeheehee!!

If only I'd been born after the age of Sonny Bono.

Nothing says stabby-blast like the letter W. Warrior, Witch...

WARDER

WARLOCK

(just for Kirth)

Thazar wrote:

Ice Titan wrote:

Everyone is so touchy today!

Mixing philosophy, religion, and Mondays.... The only thing missing is politics!

What did you expect? LOL And this is a good read by the way.

Speaking of politics:

There are some historical precedents for adventuring philosophers. Confucous, for example, was a wandering minstrel when he was not occupying a political post. He tended to get fired often.

Do you mean Nanki Poo?

All those threads going on and on

Remind me of innumerable turns around the skating rink

THE GISH

My friends wonder why I post about you all the time,
What can I say?
I don't feel the need to give such secrets away
You think maybe I need help though I know i am right, all right
I'm just better off not listening to friends advice

When they insist on knowing my bliss, I tell them this
When they want to know what the reason is
I only smile when I lie, then I tell them why

Because the Gish, the Gish is on my list
Because the Gish, the Gish is on my list
Because the Gish is on my list of the best things in life
Because the Gish, the Gish is on my list
Because the Gish, the Gish I can't resist
Because the Gish will never miss, when it can blast and stab!

I go crazy wondering what there is to really see
Did the game just take up your time, cause it means more to me
Sometimes I forget what I'm doing, I don't forget what I want, what I want
Regret the class paragon, regret it? I couldn't go on

But if you insist on knowing my bliss, I'll tell you this
If you want to know what the reason is
I'll post all the mechanics that make DMs panic

Because the Gish, the Gish is on my list
Because the Gish, the Gish I cant resist
Because the Gish will never miss, when it can blast and stab!

I've got a variation on your proposal

that targets the name.

I skipped the opening and went straight to verses/chorus.

Every time I hear that name
I heat up like a burnin' flame
Burnin' flame, indignant fire
Check the books or I'll call you a liar

Stabra-stabra-cadabra
I wanna reach out and jab ya
Stabra-stabra-cadabra
Stabracadabra.

Poor Woody lost his dice. We should find them, just to be nice.

This way when we play, mine don't get rolled twice.

Wasn't that a folk song?

Poor Woody lost his dice
Beard infested with some lice
Be he sure does clean up nice
Like I said he had some dice...

Mairkurion {tm} wrote:

a comma that should be a semi-colon.

Kurt Vonnegut didn't believe in semicolons, and neither do I. (Mostly.)

*cough*HACK!*cough*

*Collects licensing fees*

Come again?

In troth I would that all men mark this day.

Mairkurion {tm} wrote:

dAMNIT GUYS

SPOILERIZE

The test was successful, Cap'n

Ah, the power of rhyme.

O for a Muse of Fire!

That would ascend to the height of invention!

PS Stratford sucketh eggs.

Remember to shake my spear when you're done.

Did someone call me? A playwright by any other name would

SUCK.

William Shakespear wrote:

Not that inoccent. wrote:

William Shakespear wrote:

Moorluck wrote:

Great pr0n name... Big Willie Shakespear.

Well, I didn't start out by writing the greatest plays in the English tongue... let's just put it that way.

~Appears in a cloud of perfumed smoke.~

Really. Hello, have we met? ;)

Truly thou wouldst remember if I'd noted thee.

Noted? Honey, I don't want to be noted, I want to be f*****!

Yes, I was speaking of country matters.

William Shakespear wrote:

Moorluck wrote:

Great pr0n name... Big Willie Shakespear.

Well, I didn't start out by writing the greatest plays in the English tongue... let's just put it that way.

~Appears in a cloud of perfumed smoke.~

Really. Hello, have we met? ;)

Truly thou wouldst remember if I'd noted thee.

William Shakespear wrote:

Ross Byers wrote:

I removed some forum drama.

I hope not one of my trag'dies 'mong them.

The real tragedy occured when they made that God awful Leonardo DiCrapio version of Romeo and Juliet. On behalf of all of us, I am so sorry.

Thanks, I'll probably never truly get over it, but that helps.

*Goes off to console himself with a young Olivia Hussey.*

Great pr0n name... Big Willie Shakespear.

Well, I didn't start out by writing the greatest plays in the English tongue... let's just put it that way.

I removed some forum drama.

I hope not one of my trag'dies 'mong them.

Every attempt doth not a Hamlet make. But all attempts make a Hamlet.

I was well-paid, sire.

Callous Jack wrote:

C'mon guys, can't y'all get along? Houston... Dallas... Austin... makes no difference, they're all in Texas, the armpit of America!

I beg your pardon. First of all, the United States isn't some malformed entity. There are two armpits, the right one being Spokane, Washington. (The exact location of the left is up for debate.) Anatomically speaking, that would make Texas the nether regions.

Ay, Fortune's privy parts, we!

William Shakespear wrote:

It just occurred to me, my dearest self, that all of mour* plays reward cross-dressers with happiness. We should make mour next play a tale of terrible vengeance on an old man pretending to be a hot young thang.

*[we need new pronouns for the multiple self]

How now, brown cow: it just occurred to Us; We are quite amused!

Mus? Wi?

It just occurred to me, my dearest self, that all of mour* plays reward cross-dressers with happiness. We should make mour next play a tale of terrible vengeance on an old man pretending to be a hot young thang.

*[we need new pronouns for the multiple self]

Another one bites the dust...

Our forces are joined already, dearest friend! For we are the fractured consciousness of Shakespeare that resulted from the breaking of the golden bowl, from the shuffling off of the mortal coil. By our reunification, we shall lay that upstart fiend, that filcher of reputation!

William Shakespear wrote:

A Fan Verse:

James Sutter, James Sutter:
The man proses like buttah.

Fie, Devil! But thou art not so famed and fabled a rogue--I am he, and he is me, and we are all together, fiendish Fullerite! Thou shalt have out-herod Herod through such inglorious theft!

I AM Shakespeare!

Calm thy self down, self. Thou/I knowest that I/we likest to spell the name divers ways, according to mood.

Zounds!

More like I/we shouldest look out for yon thieving rogue, Oxford.

Of course, we chose the same avatar. And I looked for quite some time before choosing!

Our posey to discover
Leaves him breathless and in the guttah

A Fan Verse:

James Sutter, James Sutter:
The man proses like buttah.

William Shakespear wrote:

Yon Heathy has a lean and hungry look.

I like it.

Duel!

Nah, we're friends. It's that other dude I don't get along with. Shh...

Yon Heathy has a lean and hungry look.

I like it.

I see some coffee and I want to drink it black...

To buff or to self-buff?
That is the questions.

No, thanks. Of course, Juliet had her beauty, so that was something. Not everyone has to be sharp as a spear.

What's in a name? That which we call a gish by any other name would smell as sweet.

And so are you...well, not young.

Remember, Juliet was young and dumb.

sits down near Urizen with another bag of popcorn

Poetical Post

Because
the Jade
asked for it:

Early traveling in Shangshan

Morning: he moves at the carriage's tintinnabulating
But his mind turns mournfully to his home even as he journeys on.
Now roosters call, the moon from above the thatched inn
Illumines the frosting on the bridge-planks around shoe-prints.
Bronzy oak leaves drift onto the mountain road,
Citron blossoms light the postal station wall.
On he dreams of his hometown memorial:
Its pondful of wild ducks and geese.

The denizens of this humble thread decided that you deserved a greeting rather more elevated than their usual vulgar offerings, mumbled through lips besmacked with gruel and eyes strained with their lusty learing, and as I was in the area looking to interview a certain hag for background material, I was only too pleased to take on this dulcet task.

~ Good morrow, dear Lady Solnes. ~