Posting has been light for a few days and the trend will continue a bit longer. I’ve got to do a thing at a place for a purpose. I may elaborate later. Or maybe I won’t.
Happy weekending.
Posting has been light for a few days and the trend will continue a bit longer. I’ve got to do a thing at a place for a purpose. I may elaborate later. Or maybe I won’t.
Happy weekending.
Tippers are more attractive to the opposite sex and their chainsaws always start on the first pull. The links are below. Thanks.
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In the event my blog goes down (regardless of reason), I'll communicate information (and possibly an alternate URL) to the following locations:
Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
“Coimhéad fearg fhear na foighde”
Beware of the anger of a patient man.
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.
It is either something to do with:
1) Cloak and dagger stuff of top secret, the-fate-of-the-nation depends on the outcome
OR
2) Firewood and it’s accumulation.
As far as I’m concerned the fate of the nation ought to depend on firewood accumulation.
Hopefully it doesn’t have anything to do with “Woodpile Report: A Rant And Some Rain“…
Wish you the best with whatever it may be.
1. I’m not tellin’.
and
2. Thanks.