Its Robbie Burns day. Here is some Robbie Burns to commemorate that:
There's nane that's blest of human kind,
But the cheerful and the gay, man,
Fal, la, la, &c.
Here's a bottle and an honest friend!
What wad ye wish for mair, man?
Wha kens, before his life may end,
What his share may be o' care, man?
Then catch the moments as they fly,
And use them as ye ought, man:
Believe me, happiness is shy,
And comes not aye when sought, man.
Ok, I would quote some more poetry that he wrote, but I quite honestly have no idea what hes saying....
so no, its more Ted Hughes.
I think this guy actually has a problem with women, or at least his poetry speaks of his experiences with attraction to the opposite sex, the inescapable power of sexual attraction, and I guess he didnt like it too much:
..................................................
Crows First Lesson
By Ted Hughes
God tried to teach Crow how to talk.
"Love," said God. "Say, Love."
Crow gaped, and the white shark crashed into the sea
And went rolling downwards, discovering its own depth.
"No, no," said God. "Say Love. Now try it. Love."
Crow gaped, and a bluefly, a tsetse, a mosquito
Zoomed out and down
To their sundry flesh-pots.
"A final try," said God. "Now, Love."
Crow convulsed, gaped, retched and
Man's bodiless prodigious head
Bulbed out onto the earth, with swivelling eyes,
Jabbering protest --
And Crow retched again, before God could stop him.
And woman's vulva dropped over man's neck and tightened.
The two struggled together on the grass.
God struggled to part them, cursed, wept --
Crow flew guiltily off.
.
I want funny. I know funny will come, I shouldnt rush it. If this whole thing has been a slow pendulum I cant be too impatient because I understand that I am just coming around the bottom swing of it. If it took 5 months to get out of that shadow, it could very well be another 3 months before I swing upwards into funny.
I mean real funny.
There was certainly some funny in that dark end of the swing, but that was forced funny. That was funny where you find yourself kinda chuckling but only because anything else would be pointless and insane. I want my toothy grin to be here for a reason.
In other news. My newly modded Xbox mod blew up over the weekend. Just bang. Stopped working. The light came on, but no video, no sound.
I thought it was over. I checked all the connections, double checked the connections, but then realized that the LED on the inside that signified my modchip was working wasnt even on. I came home from work last night, put on my black button up shirt, and held a small service.
I was just closing the microwave door on my soldering iron when I thought I heard a small groan from behind me.
wha? I turned and listened, and there it was again. Was it the tiny whirr of a harddrive spindle? I quickly rescued my soldering iron from the sparkshow that was about to be its demise, and pulled the Xbox quickly into ICU.
Its got some big bolts sticking out of its neck now, but
ITS ALIVE!!!
I have happy.
There's nane that's blest of human kind,
But the cheerful and the gay, man,
Fal, la, la, &c.
Here's a bottle and an honest friend!
What wad ye wish for mair, man?
Wha kens, before his life may end,
What his share may be o' care, man?
Then catch the moments as they fly,
And use them as ye ought, man:
Believe me, happiness is shy,
And comes not aye when sought, man.
Ok, I would quote some more poetry that he wrote, but I quite honestly have no idea what hes saying....
so no, its more Ted Hughes.
I think this guy actually has a problem with women, or at least his poetry speaks of his experiences with attraction to the opposite sex, the inescapable power of sexual attraction, and I guess he didnt like it too much:
..................................................
Crows First Lesson
By Ted Hughes
God tried to teach Crow how to talk.
"Love," said God. "Say, Love."
Crow gaped, and the white shark crashed into the sea
And went rolling downwards, discovering its own depth.
"No, no," said God. "Say Love. Now try it. Love."
Crow gaped, and a bluefly, a tsetse, a mosquito
Zoomed out and down
To their sundry flesh-pots.
"A final try," said God. "Now, Love."
Crow convulsed, gaped, retched and
Man's bodiless prodigious head
Bulbed out onto the earth, with swivelling eyes,
Jabbering protest --
And Crow retched again, before God could stop him.
And woman's vulva dropped over man's neck and tightened.
The two struggled together on the grass.
God struggled to part them, cursed, wept --
Crow flew guiltily off.
.
I want funny. I know funny will come, I shouldnt rush it. If this whole thing has been a slow pendulum I cant be too impatient because I understand that I am just coming around the bottom swing of it. If it took 5 months to get out of that shadow, it could very well be another 3 months before I swing upwards into funny.
I mean real funny.
There was certainly some funny in that dark end of the swing, but that was forced funny. That was funny where you find yourself kinda chuckling but only because anything else would be pointless and insane. I want my toothy grin to be here for a reason.
In other news. My newly modded Xbox mod blew up over the weekend. Just bang. Stopped working. The light came on, but no video, no sound.
I thought it was over. I checked all the connections, double checked the connections, but then realized that the LED on the inside that signified my modchip was working wasnt even on. I came home from work last night, put on my black button up shirt, and held a small service.
I was just closing the microwave door on my soldering iron when I thought I heard a small groan from behind me.
wha? I turned and listened, and there it was again. Was it the tiny whirr of a harddrive spindle? I quickly rescued my soldering iron from the sparkshow that was about to be its demise, and pulled the Xbox quickly into ICU.
Its got some big bolts sticking out of its neck now, but
ITS ALIVE!!!
I have happy.
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lavinia:
Robbie Burns Day. Well I can't eat or drink to that...Damn. I still can't believe "Frankenbox" survived.
hotbonbon:
I can't believe a German has to alert the rabble on Burns Day! Check out my Reply to the Laddies - sure to offend if not amuse. Jack had his first Haggis on Saturday. Poor bugger. He's too young to understand how gross it is and ate with the fervor that only a toddler could. I stuck to the 'neeps & tatties and ended up going to bed with that "I'm still hungry" feeling.