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ManBehindTheMask

TeacupsAndToning wrote: »

I shouldn't, but I get irritated when I give advice in a thread and no one likes or comments on it but then a few posts down someone says the same thing I did and everyone thinks that person's a genius.

Don't worry, you give fantastic advice, hence I seek it often

Caporegiem

MeeseeksAndDestroy wrote: »

Ben_there_done_that wrote: »

I really miss @_dixiana_ but I don't know if she deactivated or just blocked me

I think deactivated because she's gone from my list too

That's who's missing from my list! Another one becomes just a fantacy.

cee134

heidishmidi wrote: »

@Motorsheen wrote: »

heidishmidi wrote: »

lstrat115 wrote: »

FireTurtle75 wrote: »

angelxsss wrote: »

Sometimes I have mini existential crises when I think about all the books I want to read, and all the new ones that are constantly being released, and I realize that I'll die before I can read all of them.

Here's a mind bender. Now think about all the amazing ones that will never get published because publishers don't think they can make money on them.

Or the ones that won't get written because the author is too busy reading other people's works

Or the ones that don't get finished because the author dies first.

Actually I just wanted to join in.

That's like the book titled 'Whistle'. It was James Jones' third book in his trilogy of: From Here To Eternity / The Thin Red Line & Whistle

His third book was finished by another writer with the benefit of Jones' notes.

Or this damn riddle that bugs me from time to time and apparently no one knows the real answer to because some jerk wrote it and then went and died:

I'm the loudest of voices in orchestra heard
But yet in an orchestra never was seen;
I'm a bird of gay plumage, but less like a bird
Nothing in Nature ever has been.
Touching earth I expire, in water I die,
In earth I lose breath. I can swim, I can fly.
Darkness destroys me and light is my death;
I can't keep alive without stopping my breath.
If my name can't be guessed by a boy or a man,
By a girl or a woman it certainly can.

It also has no evidence that Bishop Wilberforce created it.
The riddle turned up again in 1866 in the Monthly Packet of Evening Readings for Members of the English Church (whew!). It's presented with no story, just as a riddle to ponder, and signed off by "E.A.S.":

The answer, as such, was provided two months later (this time signed off by "E.B.K."), also presented in rhyme:

'TIME.'

I'm beaten, I'm counted, until deadened the sound
Of violin, trombone,
Flute, psaltery, and drum;
Yet in propria personâ I am not there found.
Some talk of my wings, brightly tinted with gold—
For so quickly I fly,
Bringing pleasure and joy.
Yet I'm not a bright bird—I'm shrivelled and old:
I carry a scythe,
And painfully writhe.
Man, woman, and child,
The grave, and the wild,
All lie pale, without motion, and cold.

But if I thus kill, I myself suffer loss;
When the earth's years are o'er,
Then shall I be no more,
And all that is good will be cleansed from its dross.
I'm engulfed, I am past,
No thought on me is cast
When each gentle breeze vibrates; when rough winds roar,
I'm exhausted, I perish,
And like a ghost vanish;
Though I swim and I fly,
Yet in these I must die,
No pang of remorse can bring me back more.

The earth in its daily course turns from the sun:
Man much needeth the night;
But, oh! sad is my plight,
For extinction to me has certainly come.
The daylight returns to gladden man's heart.
I've been born and have died,
Death is still at my side,
Though in man's joy and pain I must bear my part.
Time must constantly die,
With swift wings from us fly;
Then his forelock pray seize,
In sloth think not there's ease,
Forget not that you too must depart.

angelxsss

LittleHearseDriver wrote: »

The selfie thread is making me wish I had long stripper legs.

squatty corgi legs unite!

Raquel_Mama

angelxsss wrote: »

LittleHearseDriver wrote: »

The selfie thread is making me wish I had long stripper legs.

squatty corgi legs unite!

I think this needs to added to the clique thread.... I'll join!

caco_ethes

@cee134 wrote: »

heidishmidi wrote: »

@Motorsheen wrote: »

heidishmidi wrote: »

lstrat115 wrote: »

FireTurtle75 wrote: »

angelxsss wrote: »

Sometimes I have mini existential crises when I think about all the books I want to read, and all the new ones that are constantly being released, and I realize that I'll die before I can read all of them.

Here's a mind bender. Now think about all the amazing ones that will never get published because publishers don't think they can make money on them.

Or the ones that won't get written because the author is too busy reading other people's works

Or the ones that don't get finished because the author dies first.

Actually I just wanted to join in.

That's like the book titled 'Whistle'. It was James Jones' third book in his trilogy of: From Here To Eternity / The Thin Red Line & Whistle

His third book was finished by another writer with the benefit of Jones' notes.

Or this damn riddle that bugs me from time to time and apparently no one knows the real answer to because some jerk wrote it and then went and died:

I'm the loudest of voices in orchestra heard
But yet in an orchestra never was seen;
I'm a bird of gay plumage, but less like a bird
Nothing in Nature ever has been.
Touching earth I expire, in water I die,
In earth I lose breath. I can swim, I can fly.
Darkness destroys me and light is my death;
I can't keep alive without stopping my breath.
If my name can't be guessed by a boy or a man,
By a girl or a woman it certainly can.

It also has no evidence that Bishop Wilberforce created it.
The riddle turned up again in 1866 in the Monthly Packet of Evening Readings for Members of the English Church (whew!). It's presented with no story, just as a riddle to ponder, and signed off by "E.A.S.":

The answer, as such, was provided two months later (this time signed off by "E.B.K."), also presented in rhyme:

'TIME.'

I'm beaten, I'm counted, until deadened the sound
Of violin, trombone,
Flute, psaltery, and drum;
Yet in propria personâ I am not there found.
Some talk of my wings, brightly tinted with gold—
For so quickly I fly,
Bringing pleasure and joy.
Yet I'm not a bright bird—I'm shrivelled and old:
I carry a scythe,
And painfully writhe.
Man, woman, and child,
The grave, and the wild,
All lie pale, without motion, and cold.

But if I thus kill, I myself suffer loss;
When the earth's years are o'er,
Then shall I be no more,
And all that is good will be cleansed from its dross.
I'm engulfed, I am past,
No thought on me is cast
When each gentle breeze vibrates; when rough winds roar,
I'm exhausted, I perish,
And like a ghost vanish;
Though I swim and I fly,
Yet in these I must die,
No pang of remorse can bring me back more.

The earth in its daily course turns from the sun:
Man much needeth the night;
But, oh! sad is my plight,
For extinction to me has certainly come.
The daylight returns to gladden man's heart.
I've been born and have died,
Death is still at my side,
Though in man's joy and pain I must bear my part.
Time must constantly die,
With swift wings from us fly;
Then his forelock pray seize,
In sloth think not there's ease,
Forget not that you too must depart.

Thank you for saying 'time' and not 'a whale'. I agree time makes more sense but the whole internet seems to think whale.

FabulousFantasticFifty

I know it's obvious, but I had to filter that last leggy selfie because I do literally have a bunch of bruises from working and a bunch of mosquito bites from raking the yard (over an acre) in shorts, and that's not attractive!

erica_today

I confess that I take my coffee to the bathroom with me in the morning to poo then I turn on my front facing camera and make cute faces at myself until I'm done

No shame.

Merrysailor5

And your phone is covered in poop particles

Motorsheen

Gloriam_Sanguinis wrote: »

I hate wearing pants and if it wasn't a unwritten rule to wear clothes I'd be wearing a sports bra and yoga shorts all day everyday

(ok maybe not during the winter)

thank you for changing the subject; really, thank you.

nlwrfa

I started talking to a married guy (at work when it was slow as friends), but he showed me that I deserve better than what I've been dealt and thought that's all I was worthy of. I haven't talked to him since February because his wife filed for divorce. I think about him everyday, wonder if he thinks about me the same way, and I wonder if he misses me and hopes that his divorce goes through and he contacts me. He likes posts I have on Instagram and I so badly just want him to text or call me but I can't call or text him because he said he needed to figure out his marriage (pre divorce and his unopposed motion and I only know because the courts are public knowledge here on a website). But I know that if he did miss me, he would have talked to me by now and it makes me sad.