We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Hoo! What the heck were you doing up at 5:30 AM anyway? Besides, if you just slept in a couple of hours that nasty old fog would burn off and you could get a nice picture.
Jephnol, i looked for the UFO --couldn't find it--it must be an IUFO (invisible unidentified flying object). But, tracking thru your blogs, really enjoyed the very interesting pics, graphics, and stories--good stuff! Turtle story esp, illo & all.
And you can always photoshop an inverted pie plate across that gray sky, wot the hell anyway --we KNOW they're OUT there!
:-D
Buddy, I know that UFO was out there. I am going to shop it in there just like you said so it will truly be fake but accurate. I mean I just feel the truthiness of it… In my reality, we are not alone.
That's gotta be an all-time song title for succinctness: "Love Hurts". Not 'sometimes love hurts' or 'lost love hurts' or 'love once hurt', but, LOVE HURTS!
Everything that is, exists.
Nothing can simultaneously be and not be.
Each and every thing either is or is not.
Of everything that is, it can be found why it is.
I don't know what everyone else is talking about. Frederick Law Olmstead would give that an "A"
Soft road curving out of sight, edge of treeline hanging into the open view, artificial meadow with specimen tree in it; man, it's all good.
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roger de hauteville
on
2007-08-13 11:21
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Agree. I read somewhere that the early photogs would get that soft effect by putting vaseline on their lenses. I tried it, and ended up spending five hundred bucks at the opthamologist's.
My comments #2 and #4 were tongue-in-cheek critiques. Sorry for the confusion. Last night I ran afoul of a single, liberal she-bear and her man-cub. The ensuing conflict was epic in its scope and subsequently I returned home sober, kicking dirt, and spitting mad. Call my efforts at a ribbing ill advised, but the intent was friendly and personally cathartic.