But I've never let a little thing like that stop me! Mwahahaha!
Yes, I lied about not posting any more Surfin' Bird. I woke up this morning with the ‘umma mau mau, umma umma mamau’ in my head, along with a massive headache (so maybe that will give you some amount of satisfaction for my continuing this. I sure am glad I did not add the 'hope to die' part in the promise, I thought my head was going to implode.) Anyway, I really really promise not to post anymore on this ‘topic’. *X* crossing my heart for reals this time. Anyhow, It has passed amusing and is not funny anymore. But I've never let a little thing like that stop me! Mwahahaha! Found this- Below is the really insanely ubercrazy live version! And it’s only fair to finish with the original- I found this awesome ukulele cover of it, by ‘Angus and Fin at their Hogmanay hoedown.’ I won't post anymore versions. I promise.....cross my heart (don't like that 'hope to die' part.)
Comets, asteroids, meteors, stars
everyone wants to move to mars from a poisoned earth that’s slowly dying voices unheard are silently crying weeping for life that can’t be sustained looking to science for answers explained no hope for the future except in the past before all that is living, breathes it’s last. Time reversed, or must life disperse to the universe? (by- me) Birds of a feather those of like kind gather together all of one mind. Chirps and twitters all of the sitters gossip and titter their eyes aglitter can you hear them chitter? by Bird(brain) the Bard (yep, that's me :) ATTENTION (EAR) WORM UP AHEAD! And concerning another bard, The Birds of Shakespeare (and yes, that is the Tenth Doctor portraying Hamlet in the article) And one...more...time, only this time lets take it slooooooow.... and for 10 hours! Please don't send any threatening letters for this. But, if you feel you must, fill out the form in the complaints department. Thank you.
I say 'ghosts' because these trees are no longer standing. They were wonderful old trees in a cemetery near me. There were two rows lining two lanes. They were cut down and replaced last year. I do not know why. If they were diseased, or what the reason.
They live on in these photographs. Just like with some people, it is all that remains of what they once were. Crossing Guards, and for those who may not know (or are called something else wherever you are from), are generally very old (possibly senile) people
designated at random street corners to safely cross children coming home from school, and because they are given a sign to hold up that says ‘STOP’ and a reflective vest, they feel they are now official police officers and can control and direct all traffic anyway they please, even when children are not present. Yes, I ran across <(oh how I would have liked to!) one yesterday during a constant barrage of torrential ‘April showers’ *rolls eyes* which caused streets to look like hostile streams and/or raging rivers with mini rapids. Anyway, I digress. This dear *cough* ancient woman totters out into the street (I will give her credit to be out in such weather) holding up her little ‘STOP’ sign. I STOP. Children, with parents who also STOP to chat in the middle of the street IN THIS DOWNPOUR to said woman, FINALLY cross. Yes! I have a doctors appointment, maybe I will make it there on time <(my thoughts.) Nope! Not a chance. The wizened woman remained in the center of the main street (on which I was ‘patiently’ grrr, waiting to proceed) directing traffic, keeping her 'STOP' sign up for me, as she directed those on the side streets to turn. While doing so, waaaay down the block she espies another group of children with parents casually strolling with their umbrellas, children pausing to play in puddles, quite an idyllic scene IN THIS DOWNPOUR, approaching. I quelled my urge to lay on the horn and waited as calmly as I could muster as the same previous event happens, with parents stopping to chat! Finally, FINALLY, she, still in the middle of the street, puts the damn ‘STOP’ sign down and motions me to continue. This, after a good, solid 10 minutes or more (which seemed like half an hour!) I step on the gas, tires skidding on the wet surface a bit, and she has the gall to wave her finger in a scolding manner at me as I pass!!!!! Apparently, give a person a stop sign, reflective vest (and I believe she had a whistle around her neck. At least she didn’t use it, as that would have finished me), and they rule the world! Or at least street corners without traffic lights. *sigh* Did I make it to my appointment on time, you might ask? Just barely. (He prescribed something for anxiety [and depression....yeah, you may have noticed some of my ‘poetry’] which actually would have been helpful 20 minutes previous!<TMI, IKR) (And my apologies to Crossing Guards and the Elderly everywhere. All except that particular one! I blame it on the need for medication. Which is as good an excuse as any. Maybe I need to go watch the video I posted 'The Importance of Kindness' again and read my own comment to it *sigh*....if patience is a virtue, guess I'm not very virtuous. *deeper sigh*) |
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