May. 1st, 2009

kjpepper: (respect the poon)
I remembered what the hell I wanted to post about....

Of all the trees that grow so fair, old England to adorn,
Greater are none beneath the sun than Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.

Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn good sirs,
All on a midsummer's morn.
Surely we sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.

Oak of the clay lived many a day o'er ever Aeneas began
Ash of the loam was a lady at home when Brut was an outlaw man,
And Thorn of the down saw new Troy town, from which was London born
Witness hereby the ancient try of Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.

Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn good sirs,
All on a midsummer's morn.
Surely we sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.

Yew that is old, in churchyard mould, he breedeth a mighty bow
Alder for shoes do wise men choose, and Beech for cups also
But when you have killed, and you bowl it is filled, and your shoes are clean outworn
Back you must speed for all that you need to Oak, and Ash, and Thorn

Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn good sirs,
All on a midsummer's morn.
Surely we sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.

Elm, she hates mankind, and waits till every gust be laid,
To drop a limb on the head of him that anyway trusts her shade,
But whether a lad be sober or sad, or mellow with ale from the horn,
He'll taketh no wrong when he lyeth along 'neath Oak, and Ash, and Thorn

Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn good sirs,
All on a midsummer's morn.
Surely we sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.

Oh, do not tell the priest our plight, or he would call it a sin,
But we've been out in the woods all night, a-conjuring summer in,
And we bring you good news by word of mouth, good news for cattle and corn
Now is the sun come up from the south, by Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.

Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn good sirs,
All on a midsummer's morn.
Surely we sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.
kjpepper: (squee)
stolen from qilora:



I admit, I clapped my hands and squeed "YAY" at the end of this like a five year old.
kjpepper: (brat)
Randy Milholland wants to spend the weekend playing legos.

Someone in the comments of someposifeed posted a link to this ancient xkcd.

Never been much of a playpen ball person - growing up in the early 80s in New York City, Mom was kinda convinced there were needles, crack vials, rattlesnakes, roaches and/or germs in the bottom of ball pits and wouldn't let me play in one. (she may have been right about the latter two.) But I still have occasional dreams of blowing a whole lot of money on street plates and vintage LEGO Town/City sets and having it fill an entire room somewhere. I'm also think I might need to start virtually modelling stuff in LegoCAD again.

But today I have to work, and do errands for Dad. I don't know what this weekend holds besides a trip to the library.

I'm not okay with how fast time is going. It's been a week already since Dad went to the hospital. Where did that time go? I feel like I've barely gotten anything done this week.

Ever feel like your own life is leaving you behind?

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