CRISPINS CRITTERS

Nothing really to get- just stray neurons manifesting themselves into incoherent thoughts on a public forum...

Unless you are able to read the subtle little hints obscurely buried deep into the one's and zero's of basic binary code.

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Oh, I get it...I think.....

It's like astrology....you bend your life around what someone tell's you, just to make it fit your needs, and then proclaim,
"See, I knew it all along! I was right!"

Pure balderdash, my good man.

You, nor I need anyone to dictate what our lives should be; every day is a whole new set of options, opportunities, a new hand dealt, if you will.

The pleasure of how you live your life is only limited to the law and societies moral judgment.
For me, I live by something similar to the beginning of the Hippocratic Oath:
"I will do no ill will towards people, animals or nature."

From there, it's a pleasant and easy day.
(Disclaimer: Some days, a butthead will tax my tenet....)

Whom between us will find the last thread that we've both posted on, other than this one?

Seems like it was the Wolfpack?
My personal pages?
What is it?

OK.

Now I TRULY get it.

Hush up!

Sheesh, I'm an old man, cut me some slack....


I get it.
I'm thinkin' and straining so hard my head assplodes....

Sorry for the harsh, but,
Hey, I'm tryin' to "stay Hip!" :occasion14:

Best,

Scott

PS.
Keep those glial cells well lubricated....
 

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Kids and animals....
So similar in so many ways....
The most important is to love them!

Pardon my digression,
But has there not been research studies that indicate human levels of antigens,
that assist with the finer levels of antibodies that are created early in life by casual exposure?
(short of sharing a "binky")


Hmmm...Uncle Scott says,
"Let the children play with the animals."

My Mom always encouraged a love for animals for me,
and look how I turned out! :tongue3:
(I'd be a "cat lady except for at least two glaring reasons: I'm not a lady and I can't afford it!)

Best,

Scott​

Forget about the baby's health. If I don't let them play with each others' toys then it is bad for my health. I'll get baby and puppy coming at me from both sides...better to let them fight it out amongst each other.
 

GIB,

Let me know when you need a deckhand. I'm willing to swab the decks, climb the crow's nest, bump the bilge, and keel haul the leader. Oops, forget the last one...probably not an enticement.

Crispin

Ps. I only know two letters in Morse Code but they are the only two one really needs.

Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900.

193. O Captain! My Captain!


1

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart! 5
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

2

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills; 10
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck, 15
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

3

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
 

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"Sorry for the harsh?"

"What did he say?"

"I dunno, man, but hey, check this out. These cat's are out there, man...."



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Yes, I once owned this album with pristine "rolling paper."

Lost it and others in the last war....

And,
From that, I have risen above and learned!


"Look, I'm tellin' ya man, Scott's not too smart, he thinks he is, though, man,
but he's so native. No, I mean naĂŻve. Yeah, man."

"Dude, you could sell him a buggy whip!
Or jammies.
With cats on 'em. Calls em "katzenjammies."

"Wow, are you gonna pass or bogart?"

Best,

Scott


DISCLAIMER:
I hope that my posted humor in no way advocates the use of illegal drugs.
 

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Two songs-

I'm your Captain and RocketMan


So, Scott- you do get it. If everyone else turns right, turn left. That way you get to meet everyone halfway around the pond. The others simply keep following meeting no one and seeing nothing but everyones backside.

Crispin- you got it. I'll let you know of the next sailing date, probably in September during hurricane season. How else would you get a really cool story?
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

... ----
 

Two songs-

I'm your Captain and RocketMan


So, Scott- you do get it. If everyone else turns right, turn left. That way you get to meet everyone halfway around the pond. The others simply keep following meeting no one and seeing nothing but everyones backside.

Crispin- you got it. I'll let you know of the next sailing date, probably in September during hurricane season. How else would you get a really cool story?
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

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Replying for Au24K, hope he does not mind,
This is/was one of my grandfather's favorite poems. I think it defined him. First Stanza...

Rudyard Kipling
Poems

THE BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST


Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat;
But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,
When two strong men stand face to face,
tho' they come from the ends of the earth!
 

For my Friend, G.I.B.



and,



And one from me for you !



Enjoy,

Best,

Scott​
 

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Scott, to follow Cheech n Chong, Did not find scene where man is warned about cigaweed. But found this.
 

Two songs-

I'm your Captain and RocketMan


So, Scott- you do get it. If everyone else turns right, turn left. That way you get to meet everyone halfway around the pond. The others simply keep following meeting no one and seeing nothing but everyones backside.


Crispin- you got it. I'll let you know of the next sailing date, probably in September during hurricane season. How else would you get a really cool story?
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

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Something like this?


(significant poignancy to me at this time, as classes begin on Tuesday for me....)

Perhaps you and I could converse upon philosophical ideology?

On a separate webpage on my "Personal Pages,"

http://www.treasurenet.com/forums/au24k/360824-random-thoughts.html

ALL are welcome to post, start new threads and have a friendly exchange of ideas! :headbang:

"Ah, Watson, the air is filled with the scents of fall,
leaves burning a block or two over, the smell of potpourri exuding the fragrance of cinnamon and spices....

can only lead to,


the realization that summer draws to an end and Christmas will soon be here.

No, Really.
I saw displays goin' up in the stores.....

"Word?"

"For real, man."

Best,

Scott​
 

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While the deep posts are stimulating, they are way over this old forester's head, so I bid you all adio, and will be back tomorrow....Gary
 

Ya know,
I love perusing previous post from Charter Members!

More to come!

Best,

Scott​
 

O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:

But O heart! heart! heart!O the bleeding drops of red,Where on the deck my Captain lies,Fallen cold and dead.O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
O captain! dear father!This arm beneath your head;It is some dream that on the deck,You've fallen cold and dead.My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!But I, with mournful tread,Walk the deck my captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.

My Best Wishes,

Scott​
 

Gary,

I suspect that the posters are just as confused as you.....so I wouldn't sweat it....lol.

Regards + HH

Bill



While the deep posts are stimulating, they are way over this old forester's head, so I bid you all adio, and will be back tomorrow....Gary
 


Scott, to follow Cheech n Chong, Did not find scene where man is warned about cigaweed. But found this.


RC,
Careful now, son....

Don't look to be "claim-jumpin'" on my
territory of musical expertise.

OK,
You've earned the title of Aux. Music DJ.
I nominated you...You are the "Up and Coming!"
(ask my agent about fees....)

"What? I have no agent? Turn the damn mic off. NO, turn it off! NOW!"

RC,
I'll PM you some tips.....

My Best,

Scott
 

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Ya know, all along today I had do-wop music in my head...I don't know why....

Ya ever have an ear worm?

Here's lettin' my worm out...




But, I still hear Do-Wop....


Best,

Scott​
 

Scott, never have I had an ear worm. For if I did the worm would have a town house in my empty head to move into! :laughing7:
 

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