02-14-2006, 02:39 PM | #621 |
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*hands the Rev an esspresso* You and I both...Headache city...
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02-14-2006, 06:26 PM | #622 |
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sleepy, sleepy .... *yawn*
*stumbles towards the chai machine*
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. I should be doing the laundry, but this is MUCH more fun! Ñá ë?* óú éä ïöü Öñ É Þ ð ß ® ç Ã¥ â„¢ æ ♪ ?* "How lovely are Thy dwelling places, O Lord of hosts! ... For a day in Thy courts is better than a thousand outside." (from Psalm 84) * * * God rocks! Entmoot : Veni, vidi, velcro - I came, I saw, I got hooked! Ego numquam pronunciare mendacium, sed ego sum homo indomitus! Run the earth and watch the sky ... Auta i lómë! Aurë entuluva! |
02-14-2006, 06:45 PM | #623 | |
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*is feeling evil and trips Rian*
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02-14-2006, 06:48 PM | #624 |
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*bursts out laughing*
oh my god! how could you do something like tha? and who is laughing?? |
02-14-2006, 07:41 PM | #625 |
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*Starts putting vases full of yellow crocuses around the room*
There is a reason for those flowers being associated with St. Valentine, I just can't recall what the legend is... Cheese. Let's celebrate with various forms of caffiene shall we?
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02-14-2006, 08:02 PM | #626 |
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So, interesting stuff about the Yellow Crocus:
CROCUS, SAFFRON Greek: Krokos Species: Crocus sativus Description: A late-summer and autumn blooming perennial whose yellow stigmas are the source of saffron, a food spice and expensive yellow dye. Sacred to: Hermes Mythology: Metamorphosis Krokos A boy loved by the god Hermes. After his accidental death the god transformed him into the saffron flower. Its red stems were desribed as his spilt blood. According to others Krokos was metamorphosed into the flower following the death of his love, the Nymph Smilax. (Source: Ovid, Pliny, et al) Mythology: Bouquet of Persephone The goddess Persephone and her companion Nymphs were gathering rose, crocus, violet, iris and larkspur blooms in a springtime meadow when she was abducted by the god Haides. (Source: Homeric Hymns) Here's an interesting link about yellow, or saffron crocuses. http://www.paghat.com/saffronmyth.html
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02-14-2006, 08:36 PM | #627 | |
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*gives up and goes to sleep on the floor*
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. I should be doing the laundry, but this is MUCH more fun! Ñá ë?* óú éä ïöü Öñ É Þ ð ß ® ç Ã¥ â„¢ æ ♪ ?* "How lovely are Thy dwelling places, O Lord of hosts! ... For a day in Thy courts is better than a thousand outside." (from Psalm 84) * * * God rocks! Entmoot : Veni, vidi, velcro - I came, I saw, I got hooked! Ego numquam pronunciare mendacium, sed ego sum homo indomitus! Run the earth and watch the sky ... Auta i lómë! Aurë entuluva! |
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02-14-2006, 08:43 PM | #628 |
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*chuckles evilly for a moment*
Its easy LCoU, just stick your foot out, like this! *depmonstrates and Lotesse stumbles* Whoops...sorry...Its that easy! *Captures LMM in a dance*
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02-14-2006, 08:56 PM | #629 |
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Dammit! Remind me not to drink Bordeaux in the VIP lounge in here; red wine's a bitch to get outta white carpet. *finishes remnants of wine, warily steers clear of Shah's playful feet.* One burned, twice shy. You're in a chipper mood this evening, Shah!
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02-14-2006, 09:02 PM | #630 |
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Why, yes I am...*Puts stain remover on carpet and its good as new* Its not just my feet that are playful...*leap tackles Lotesse, and proceeds to tickle, prod and generally be eeeeeeeeeeebil.*
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02-14-2006, 09:38 PM | #631 | |
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mmmmmmm, cheese... Growing up on the Oregon Coast I remember the local cheese factory would put out an orange flag if they had fresh curds available....always a good thing...
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02-14-2006, 10:32 PM | #632 |
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Mmm... Cheese factory...
*slips essence of chaos into the drinks* And now to dance...
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02-14-2006, 10:34 PM | #633 |
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Aha! *unsuspectingly drinks some chaos* AAAAAAAAAAGH! hmm...dancing? Do I hear a tango comming on?
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02-14-2006, 10:35 PM | #634 |
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Indeed.
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02-14-2006, 10:35 PM | #635 |
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Gosh! What an awful day full of distracting balloons, arguments, unjust accusations (toward me, as though I did something wrong), and I was ignored all day. In fact, best of all, the damn bus ignored me.
Which prompted me to make a new thread that I'm sure will be a big hit. Take that, world! *punches ground and shakes hurt hand*
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02-14-2006, 10:41 PM | #636 |
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*And we dance to the Waltz, which I am more fond of (which ever one suits your fancy)*
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02-14-2006, 10:43 PM | #637 | |
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*buys a rose from one of the vendors, and, to everyone's surprise, munches on it thoughtfully*
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02-14-2006, 10:49 PM | #638 |
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*aside to TB* I do hope that it is dethorned...
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02-14-2006, 10:57 PM | #639 |
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Should be interesting if it isn't...
Waltzing is happy.
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02-14-2006, 11:08 PM | #640 |
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Yes, only...not nearly as fun when the person you are waltzing with is across the continent! Wahaha, hurry up spring break!
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