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Originally posted by Seanachai:

Everyone post something significant by tomorrow night, or I shall indulge in another bout of free verse.

You know, I'd forgotten that you lot are so literal minded (an uncomplicated way of approaching language, and therefore befitting you), as to be almost 'magical'.

I was, in fact, quite impressed with the firestorm of bloody-mindedness that greeted my last demand.

You all have my blessing.

If I decide to shower you with free verse from a considerable height, it'll just be because it amuse me, and I'm a bastard, what am I?

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Originally posted by dalem:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Seanachai:

If I decide to shower you with free verse from a considerable height, it'll just be because it amuses me, and I'm a bastard, what am I?

Just don't get any in our eyes - that stuff stings. </font>
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Originally posted by Lars:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Papa Khann:

The Crazy Frenchman wants to do brunch on Sunday. As an alternative possibility, he also suggested getting together Sunday afternoon.

Brunch. Sunday. Check.

Santorini's has a great brunch and bottomless drinks.

They also carry the football game.

Or dalem could get us all tickets, of course. </font>

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Originally posted by Patchy:

The battle of the versificators has begun!

I am expecting a lot of persiflagious versifications.

Is this real verisification, or where we rip off and horribly alter other, better men's versification in order to vilify each other?

And why aren't you in bed?

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Who's for a jolly, 'going to work' singsong, eh?

Down at Barnum's fair

One evening I was there

When I heard a showman

Shouting underneath the flair

Oh, I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts,

There they are all standing in a row.

Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head

Give 'em a twist, a flick of the wrist,

That's what the showman said.

Oh! I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts

Every ball you throw will make me rich.

There stands me wife, the idol of me life,

Singing Roll a bowl a bowl a penny a pitch.

Singing, roll a bowl a bowl a penny a pitch,

Roll a bowl a bowl a penny a pitch,

Roll a bowl a bowl Roll a bowl a bowl

Roll a bowl a bowl a penny a pitch.

Oh, I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts,

There they are all standing in a row.

Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head

Give 'em a twist, a flick of the wrist,

That's what the showman said.

Oh! I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts

Every ball you throw will make me rich.

There stands me wife, the idol of me life,

Singing Roll a bowl a bowl a penny a pitch.

Singing, roll a bowl a bowl a penny a pitch,

Roll a bowl a bowl a penny a pitch,

Roll a bowl a bowl Roll a bowl a bowl

Roll a bowl a bowl you son of a bitch.

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Originally posted by 37mm:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />The battle of the versificators has begun!

I think I'll be gone for a couple of days then... for those poor souls who’ll remain here & need support, remember I'm here in spirit… if not actually </font>
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Rleete! ROGER!

Russellmz is asking about Health Insurance/Cobra issues in NY State over in the General Forum, 'Health Insurance' thread, and I know that you dealt with some of that stuff when you were out of work. Pop over there if you can give the guy any info, would you?

[ November 11, 2004, 04:41 AM: Message edited by: Seanachai ]

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Versification with the Mystic Blake I can see. But versification with Merv Griffin???

I WOULD say, "Oh, how the mighty have fallen!", but we are after all talking about Seanachai, so I guess I'd be forced to say, "Oh, how the barely adequate have dropped a little more and become even slightly less adequate!", but it just doesn't have the zing it should.

Now does it.

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Originally posted by Boo Radley:

"I've Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts" was Merv Griffin's theme song back when he was a crooner, if you will. Long before he made a job out of embarrassing Arthur Treacher.

Gods, you are a disturbing relic of an earlier time, aren't you? It's lucky for you that I expect a sense of history and weirdness from my thuggish henchmen. Why, earlier this morning Berli and I were discussing Aleister Crowley.

Originally posted by Boo Radley:

To what new depths will you sink on your next attempt?

Do you really want to know that? Do you, Boo? Do you want to be there when I show you?

Originally posted by Boo Radley:

And why aren't you sleeping? The sun should be up in your hated northern state. If you're still up now, how will you ever leap out of bed, all refreshed, at the crack of noon?

E'en as we speak, the Recycling Guys are smashing glass into their truck bins in back of my building in their bi-monthly, early morning ritual of making sure that everyone, whether abed or not, knows that it's another 'beautiful day in the neighbourhood'.

It's a crisp, clear 24 degrees Fahrenheit day here in Minnesota, oh Boo! How could one remain in bed on such a bracing morning?! The buses are running, the air is filled with the songs of birds (well, at least birds making noises that we will, for the sake of argument, describe as 'songs'), and people all over this great, Northern State are bustling off to work.

I, of course, have been brooding on versification. In the throes of rendering Dalem into so much partially processed rum product, I have allowed the time to slip away from me. Why, many has been the happy day that I, after a night of no sleep, greeted the new and dawning day with a merry 'tra-la', and a hearty laugh at my own energy and disregard for the hapless parceling of time that we humans indulge in!

But you have brought me back to myself, oh Boo. I will now slide off to my coffin of earth, there to while away the hours of daylight in a sodden, barely sentient lump until darkness once again pulls me to my feet, invigorates me with it's sensuous touch, and sends me forth to post my light-hearted, jolly quips and tendentious and thoughtful insights.

Now, be a good thug, and go mock 37mm. With feeling.

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Originally posted by Seanachai:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by 37mm:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />The battle of the versificators has begun!

I think I'll be gone for a couple of days then... for those poor souls who’ll remain here & need support, remember I'm here in spirit… if not actually </font>
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Originally posted by Seanachai:

It's lucky for you that I expect a sense of history and weirdness from my thuggish henchmen. Why, earlier this morning Berli and I were discussing Aleister Crowley.

Did you know he used to have his own physical fitness program on television?

Yeah, it was called "Aleister Crowley: Hexercises".

S'truth.

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Originally posted by Papa Khann:

That's near the intersection of 394 & 169, right?

Yep. For you guys it'll be easiest to keep going on 394, get off on Hopkins Crossroad, and backtrack on the service road.

Uzo and eggs, a match made in Heaven.

Hmm, maybe I'll have mine flambe...

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Originally posted by Boo Radley:

Did you know he used to have his own physical fitness program on television?

Yeah, it was called "Aleister Crowley: Hexercises".

S'truth.

Well, that deserves a song!

Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say, have you met Lydia?

Lydia The Tattooed Lady.

She has eyes that folks adore so,

and a torso even more so.

Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia.

Oh Lydia The Queen of Tattoo.

On her back is The Battle of Waterloo.

Beside it, The Wreck of the Hesperus too.

And proudly above waves the red, white, and blue.

You can learn a lot from Lydia!

When her robe is unfurled she will show you the world,

if you step up and tell her where.

For a dime you can see Kankakee or Paree,

or Washington crossing The Delaware.

Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say, have you met Lydia?

Lydia The Tattooed Lady.

When her muscles start relaxin',

up the hill comes Andrew Jackson.

Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia.

Oh Lydia The Queen of them all.

For two bits she will do a mazurka in jazz,

with a view of Niagara that nobody has.

And on a clear day you can see Alcatraz.

You can learn a lot from Lydia!

Come along and see Buffalo Bill with his lasso.

Just a little classic by Mendel Picasso.

Here is Captain Spaulding exploring the Amazon.

Here's Godiva, but with her pajamas on.

Here is Grover Whelan unveilin' The Trilon.

Over on the west coast we have Treasure Isle-on.

Here's Nijinsky a-doin' the rhumba.

Here's her social security numba.

Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia.

Oh Lydia The Champ of them all.

She once swept an Admiral clear off his feet.

The ships on her hips made his heart skip a beat.

And now the old boy's in command of the fleet,

for he went and married Lydia!

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**serious**

Does anyone here know of anyone who lives in Nevada, who may help with a family issue regarding the death of my wife's sister?

I need to ask some questions about how to verify that this person did in fact die, its very complicated, but any assistance would be appreciated.

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