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"Flam - flames. Flames, on the side of my face, heathing . . . breathle - heathing breaths. Heathing breath . . ." Member  |
*hugs the Amymod*
 This seems to be the International Week of Bad News... ****************************************************************** Superbly Sublime Splendiferous Sterling Shiftmaster of the Realm of Unproductivity and Procrastination ****************************************************************** You are a Player. There are no small parts, only small people, and we suspect that's due to malnutrition endemic to the period. Every night you're a different person, knave or king, man or woman, 875 roles in all. The ones the audience liked got you applause, and the ones they didn't got you pelted rotten vegetables. The theater is a harsh mistress, but you love her dearly. Plus, it beats working for a living! ****************************************************************** 'But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. 'Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: 'we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.' 'How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice 'You must be' said the Cat 'or you wouldn't have come here' |
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Archus dracomagii Member  |
>hugs!< for aitapata ...
- cho _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ You are a Confectioner. Who can take a sunrise and sprinkle it with dew? Actually, that's Bob The Enchanter, two doors down on the left. But you make delectable treats, which is no simple feat considering Oompa Loompas won't be invented for three centuries. Not only do you delight with your sweets, but you've paved the way for a new profession: dentistry! _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ the blog thing: From an Ayewards World ... |
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was not written by a man named "Cougar" Member  |
 My cat Rosie was put to sleep Monday afternoon after nearly 10 years with my family. She was one of the most loving animals I've ever known. She took to everyone immediately (except our dog, I suppose) and loved to cuddle. I'll miss her sitting on the chair next to me at breakfast, and her comfortable weight on my lap during movies. She had lost a lot of weight since I saw her at Christmas, and she was getting arthritic. Even though I know that the decision was most likely for the best, it's hard knowing that because I wasn't there, I'll never see her again. I guess the only thing I have left to say is from one of my favorite Calvin and Hobbes comics that was written when Bill Watterson's wife's cat died: "I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we can be together all the time." ---------------- There was a single blue line of crayon drawn across every wall in the house. "What does it mean?" I asked. "A pirate needs the site of the sea," he said, and then he pulled his eye patch down and turned and sailed away. |
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Assistant *fwap*er Member  |
*hugs smalltown********************************* The only really sane person in there is Igor, and possibly the turnip. And I'm not so sure about the turnip. ~~ Terry Pratchett |
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Adoration of the Modii Member  |
regrets Smalltown..
*hugs* -- Give a man a fish, he eats for the day; Teach a man to fish, he eats for a lifetime; Teach that man to cook, and he can feed the world.... *********************** Head chef in the Realm of Procrastination and Unproductivity, Dp.u.: "You want fries with that?" Holder for the Golden Pineapple Pin. ------------------------------------------------ If it is on the plate, its food. If it crawls off the plate; Kill it and put it back on the plate. ------------------------------------ I love small furry creatures; especially in a good sauce. |
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The Doughmaster Member  |
I'm so sorry for your loss, Smalltown. *hugs*
~ Non-Mod-Amy, aka Amy of the Lost Ark You are a Bookholder. To prompt, or...LINE! (not to prompt) --not to prompt. That is the question. Whether t'is nobler to suffer the slings and arrows of a bad memory, or to take arms against a sea of textual deviations, and...LINE! (by opposing) --by opposing them...LINE! (end) --end...LINE! (them) --end them...LINE! (to prompt, to correct; no more; and by a correction to say we end the heart-ache of a really terrible performance) You didn't have to give me the whole thing! I know it! |
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Rumble Fish Member  |
aww smalltown, that brought tears to my eyes. *hugs* |
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2008 Poster of the Year! Member  |
oh, Smalltown *hugs*
____________________________________________________ tiny ball of rage. hilarious, condensed rage - Snazz I never really lost my virginity... it just sort of eventually wore off - Chris Addison Um... I'm thinking that a lot of my internal conflict and malaise comes from the tension between the life I ACTUALLY want to live, and the stories I'd love to be able to tell? - T-Rex, qwantz.com |
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Miss Kitty Fantastico Member  |
*hugs*
I would have thought the end of the world is everyone's responsibility, wouldn't you? ~Death in Thief of Time Minister of Kraftwerk in the Realm of U & P, Order of the Pineapple with frond for advancement in Nap studies. |
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is hogging the Comfy Chair Member  |
Smalltown - *hugs*
*********************** There once was a bard of Hong Kong Who thought limericks were too long. - Gerard Benson. |
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The Yam and the Horror . . . Member  |
I'm sorry Smalltown *hugs*
No frigging talking lions in here Silence is argument carried on by other means. The lamp's glow was very weak compared to the blue glow emancipating from the basement. Aaron Rayburn - The Shadow God |
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was not written by a man named "Cougar" Member |
thanks for the *hugs* and thoughts, everyone. they're greatly appreciated.
---------------- There was a single blue line of crayon drawn across every wall in the house. "What does it mean?" I asked. "A pirate needs the site of the sea," he said, and then he pulled his eye patch down and turned and sailed away. |
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Don't. Blink. Member  |
*hugs the smalltown*
------------------------------ "I claim the capacity to doubt." - Herman Wouk ------------------------------- "They warn you about killers and thieves in night I worry about cancer and living right But my mama never warned me about my own Destructive appetite" - Jenny Lewis "Happy" |
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Tori lookalike contest winner, 2001 Member  |
*hugs for smalltown*
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"Flam - flames. Flames, on the side of my face, heathing . . . breathle - heathing breaths. Heathing breath . . ." Member |
*hugs* for smalltownSounds like she was a wonderful cat-lady. ****************************************************************** Superbly Sublime Splendiferous Sterling Shiftmaster of the Realm of Unproductivity and Procrastination ****************************************************************** You are a Player. There are no small parts, only small people, and we suspect that's due to malnutrition endemic to the period. Every night you're a different person, knave or king, man or woman, 875 roles in all. The ones the audience liked got you applause, and the ones they didn't got you pelted rotten vegetables. The theater is a harsh mistress, but you love her dearly. Plus, it beats working for a living! ****************************************************************** 'But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. 'Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: 'we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.' 'How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice 'You must be' said the Cat 'or you wouldn't have come here' |
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Wigber Member  |
*puts down the pick, shovel and axe and hugs smalltown
 *We've only ever had 1 cat, 'Archie', an orange marmalade that appeared on our porch one winter's day as a scrawny kitten. I think he was about 12 when he died - he lived with Mom, and the last time I saw him his hips were gone and he was in a lot of pain. But he used to slink into the room and then hop into your lap, and if you were a good petter he'd fall asleep there. And he'd follow us around the block when we walked my sister's dog, darting amongst the shadows. |
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Has no front teeth Member  |
Aw
*hugs* ______________________ Fandangling across the moony sky, went the Beezee bold as brass, side-saddle she sat, on a big painted bat, shooting moonbeams out of her a(censored)e. ~Joe ________________________ Isn't sanity really just a one trick pony, anyway? I mean, all you get is one trick, rational thinking! But when you're good and crazy¦ooh ooh ooh the sky's the limit! |
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Knows what a real civil war should be Member  |
I'm sorry, smalltown.
*hugs* |
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will crush you with her mighty shoe Member  |
*hugs smalltown*
******************** Sayonara wa mata au toki no yakusoku |
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of the sparkly hair brigade Member  |
::hugs::
im so sorry darling.... The 75 Delirians? Umm well, number 2 is off sick, 38 is suffering from a mild case of sanity, and 74 has run off to the world of men to spread sparkly gigglepops to their drab civilization. Is she nuts? Oh yes, she scored very highly on the entrance exam! |
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