Enough cash to do whatever I want to, whenever I want to do it. NAh. That's greedy - I'll settle for enough cash to fill the empty propane tank for the stove, and the empty oil tank for the furnace.

Do you make New Year's resolutions?

And another: "We don't see things as they are; we see them as we are." Anais Nin

Here are three of my favorites:

Alice came to a fork in the road. "Which road do I take?" she asked. "Where do you want to go?" responded the Chesire Cat. "I don't know," Alice answered. "Then," said the cat, "it doesn't really matter."
-Lewis Carroll Alice in Wonderland


"The boy who assays to carry a cat home by the tail stands to gain a world of knowledge he isn't likely to get any other way. He isn't likely to try it again soon, either. But I say, if he wants to, LET him." Mark Twain


Nothing is so important
As a red wheel barrow
Glazed with rain water
Beside the white chickens.

William Carlos Williams

This is the fourth time (at least)_ that we've seen The Quiet Man. It is one of my favorites, but enough, already! I propose Quisling for Q, and the next letter is u.

Unforgiven

If I knew I couldn't fail, I'd look for something at which I could fail. (How's THAT for circular logic?) <img src="/images/emoticons/icon_smile.gif" alt="icon_smile">

A club singer who hailed from Korea
Really liked onomatopoeia.
So lacking a drum, he sang tum-a-tum-tum
Then spoke Bostonian, ordering be-ah.

I know. I's pretty poor - but what do you expect on the spur of the moment?

I think this is a wonderful idea, and I'd be happy to add my opinions to muddy the waters in flash fiction/musings, and in the humor department.

The longest I have been able to think of is "sleights" (eight letters) as in, "The Master Magician demonstrated sleights of hand."

Anyone know of a single syllable word in Standard English containing more than eight letters?

A doctor, a civil engineer and an attorney were sitting at a bar, easing their troubles of the week. After the third round of drinks, their conversation got a little silly, and they began arguing over whose profession was the oldest.

The doctor said, “God made Eve from one of Adam’s ribs. That was the first medical procedure.”

The engineer then piped up and said, “But first he created the heavens and the earth from chaos. Clearly, the practice of engineering precedes medicine.”

“Ah, yes,” said the Attorney. “But who created chaos?”

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“Oh, hurt me!” pled the masochist.
“No,” replied the sadist.

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Two guys were playing golf, and they got stuck behind a very slow pair of women. After following them and waiting around for several holes, one of them said, ”I’ll go up and ask if they’d mind us playing through.”

“Okay” replied his partner.

The fellow started toward the women, but when he got about fifty yards from them, he turned around and hurried back.

“What’s wrong?” asked his partner.

“I can’t go up there,” he replied. “One of them is my wife, and the other is my mistress. You go ask them.”

The second fellow started toward the women, but when he was about fifty yards from them, he came hurrying back, too.

“Small world,” he said.

Is that UFO land? or do you own an acre of land on the moon and an acre of land on Mars? But if that were the case, you'd write "I own two acres of land on the moon and mars" but you only own one acre, so that would be a lie. We all know you don't lie. So, ....um................I'm so confused. <img src="/images/emoticons/confused1.gif" alt="confused1"> <img src="/images/emoticons/confused5.gif" alt="confused5"> <img src="/images/emoticons/dontknow.gif" alt="dontknow">

I decided to have biscuits and gravy for breakfast today. I can't make biscuits from scratch any better than by using Bisquick, and that eliminates a lot of measuring and fiddling. So I got out the box of Bisquick, and read the recipe on the side panel. Bisquick recipe is: (edited for brevity) 2-1/4 C Bisquick  2/3 C milk Mix to soft ball stage and dump out.  Knead ten times.  1/4"...

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I was opening a bottle of aspirin the other day. After I peeled back the plastic seal around the lid, I had to get a jar opener to unscrew the cap. Once I had done that, I had to get a knife, to scrape off the glued-on inner seal. Only then, was I able to use a pair of tweezers to remove the inner packing cotton. During all that process, I glanced at the expiration date on the package, and...

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Robert Frost said “fire and ice” But he was wrong. It wasn’t like that at all. Oh, there was fire, and a brilliant flame it was. Our exothermic chemistry filled the air. And the electricity filled the air with ozone of new found love and lust and wonder and fear that made the outsiders wish they were in. We answered questions in unison without stopping to think. We went...

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I have somehow gotten myself on a schedule of Saturday grocery shopping, so tomorrow, I'll pick up a pie crust or two, and cook up the rest of the rhubarb puree in a pie. I'm just gonna get enough stuff to get me through until Wednesday or so, because I hate grocery shopping on screaming child day. They meet you at the door you know, and if you don't have one ... well, it's like this :...

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I guess I am probably of the last generation that can remember when milk, eggs, bread, butter, and other dairy products were delivered. And, because of the war, our milkman in Darby (a suburb of Philadelphia, not Darby, England) used a horse and wagon. I can't remember the horse’s name, but I can recall my mother and the milkman allowing me to feed her carrots. And I never thought about it...

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I am watching the BBC Television series, “ Monarchy”, which traces the history of the English monarchy from the end of Roman rule in 410 through a series of invasions, Norse occupations, Danish occupations, and Norman invasions, to the reign of Victoria. I spent my first three years of college as an history major, but I’d be the first to admit my English history is sketchy at best,...

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Oh, there’s naught like a poem for the holiday No matter how ponderous the tome. If you want to be happy in a special way, Find yourself a well-written holiday poem. .................................................................... Go find something by Longfellow or Whittier Or maybe a sonnet by the Bard And if that’s all too heavy for your palate, Dear Then just...

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It was Friday afternoon in mid-June, 1962. I had just stepped out of the shower, and was feeling considerably better for having removed a layer of cement dust and sweat when the phone rang. My mother got to it first, but held it out to me, saying, "It’s Mr. Daniel’s wife. She wants to speak to you." Mr. Daniel had been my high school band director, but I had graduated several weeks...

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It rained that morning in Dealy Plaza But the sun was out by noon. How different things might have been Had that man not died too soon. If only the roof had still been on That car the fateful day, Things might have been so different With a car top in the way. But fate laughs at our dreams; Our plans are but for naught. And what matter who fired the bullet? ...

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I finished my noon chow, and was walking back across the drill field towards the school, and smoking a cigarette, when Doug Holmes came running across the field toward me. “Hey man, they just shot the president!” “You’re shitting me, right?” “No! Seriously! Com’on! Cronkite’s on the TV in the staff lounge, but if we hustle, we can get to the doorway and watch it from out in the hall.” ...

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