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Post by Ranger Melinda on May 24, 2007 13:48:29 GMT -5
"to every man ther comes...that special moment when he is figuratively tapped on the shoulder and offered the chance to do a special thing unique to him and fitted to his talent. what a tragedy if that moment finds him unprepared or unqualified to do the work"
~winston churchill
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Post by Ranger Melinda on May 24, 2007 13:57:40 GMT -5
"if you fail as a ninja, you are scum, true, but to fail as a friend makes you lower than scum."
a rough quote from sasuke, from the anime naruto
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Post by Jason on May 24, 2007 17:15:31 GMT -5
That ninja quote, true it is.
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Post by Ranger Melinda on Jun 4, 2007 15:07:14 GMT -5
sorry all, this is going to be another long one. you can skip it if you like, but i like it, its more dr. seuss ;D
And to Think That I Saw It On Mulberry Street
When I leave home to walk to school,
Dad always says to me,
"Marco, keep your eyelids up
And see what you can see."
But when I tell him where I've been,
And what I think I've seen,
He looks at me and sternly says,
"Your eyesight's much too keen.
"Stop telling such outlandtish tales.
Stop turning minnows into whales."
Now, what can I say
When I get home today?
All the long way back to school
And all the way back,
I've looked, and I've looked
And I've kept careful track,
But all that I've noticed,
Except my own feet,
Was a horse and a wagon
On Mulberry Street
That's nothing to tell of,
That won't do, of course...
Just a broken-down wagon
That's drawn by a horse.
That can't be my story. That's only a start
I'll say that a ZEBRA was pulling that cart!
And that is a story that no one can beat,
When I say that I saw it on Mulberry Street.
Yes, the zebra is fine
But I think its a shame,
Such a marvelous beast
With a cart that's so tame.
The story would really be better to hear
If the driver I saw were a charioteer.
A gold and blue chariot's something to meet,
Rumbling like thunder down Mulberry Street!
No, it won't do at all...
A zebra's too small...
A reindeer is better;
He's fast and he's fleet,
And he'd look mighty smart
On old Mulberry Street
Hold on a minute!
There's something wrong!
A reindeer hates the way it feels
To pull a thing that runs on wheels.
He'd be much happier, instead,
If he could pull a fancy sled.
Hmmmm...a reindeer and seigh...
Say--anyone could think of that,,
Jack, or Fred, or Joe, or Nat--
Say, even Jane could think of that.
But it isn't too late to make one little change.
A sleigh and an ELEPHANT! There's something strage!
I'll pick one with plenty of power and size,
A blue one with plenty of fun in his eyes,
And then, just to give him a little more tone,
Have a Rajah, with rubies, perched high on a throne.
Say! That makes a story that no one can beat,
When I say that I saw it on Mulberry Street.
But now I dont know...
It still doesn't seem right.
An elephant pulling a thing that's so light
Would whip it around in the air like a kite.
But he'd look simply grand
With a great big brass band!
A band that's so good it should have someone to hear it,
But it's going so fast that it's hard to keep near it.
I'll put on a trailer! I know they won't mind
If a man sits and listens while hitched on behind.
But now, is it fair? Is it fair what I've done?
I'll bet those wagons weigh more than a ton.
That's really too heavy a load for one beast;
I'll give him some helpers. He needs two, at least.
But now what worries me is this...
Mullberry Street runs into Bliss,
Unless there's something I can fix up,
There'll be an awful trafic mix-up!
It takes Police to do the trick,
To guide them through where traffic's thick--
It takes Police to do the trick.
They'll never crash now. They'll race at top speed
With Sergeant Mulvaney, himself, in the lead.
The Mayor is there
And he thinks it is grand,
And he rasies his hat
As they dash by the stand.
The Mayor is there
And the Aldermen too,
All waving big banners
Of red, white and blue.
And that is a story that NO ONE can beat
When I say that I saw it on Mulberry Street!
With a roar of its motor an airplane appears
And dumps out confetti while everyone cheers
And that makes a story that's really not bad!
But it still could be better. Suppose that I add.........
...A Chinese man
Who eats with sticks...
A big Magician
Doing tricks...
A ten-foot beard
That needs a comb...
No time for more,
I'm almost home.
I swung 'round the corner
And dashed through the gate,
I ran up the steps
And I felt simply GREAT!
FOR I HAD A STORY THAT NO ONE COULD BEAT!
AND TO THINK THAT I SAW IT ON MULBERRY STREET!
But Dad said quite calmly,
"Just draw up your stool
And tell me the sights
On the way home from school."
There was so much to tell, I JUST COULDN'T BEGIN!
Dad looked at me sharply and pulled at his chin.
He frowned at me sternly from there in his seat,
"Was there nothing to look at...no people to greet?
Did nothing excite you or make your heart beat?"
"Nothing" I said, growing red as a beet,
"But a plain horese and wagon on Mulberry Street."
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Post by Ranger Melinda on Jun 10, 2007 1:41:21 GMT -5
""Particle accelerators," Brownwell declared, "are critical to the future of science. Colliding particles is the key to understanding the building blocks of the universe."
"Harvard's Poet in Residence, a quiet man named Charles Pratt, did not look impressed. "It sounds to me," he said, "like a rather Neanderthal approach to science...akin to smashing clocks together to discern their internal workings."
~Angels and Demons, by Dan Brown
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Post by Jason on Jun 10, 2007 3:09:17 GMT -5
Smashing things together, while perhaps not too efficient for science, can be great fun.  |
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Post by Ranger Melinda on Jun 10, 2007 16:28:35 GMT -5
it can. and it seems to work well in the name of science to smash atoms together. so why not?
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Post by Jason on Jun 10, 2007 20:15:32 GMT -5
True. It makes big boomies, too. |
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Post by Ranger Melinda on Jun 10, 2007 23:30:44 GMT -5
which is lots and lots of fun.  |
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Post by Jason on Jun 12, 2007 2:39:31 GMT -5
Aye, it certainly can be.
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Post by Lady Jillith on Jun 15, 2007 9:51:29 GMT -5
Or something like that . . .
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Post by Ranger Melinda on Jun 18, 2007 19:29:23 GMT -5
French Ambassidor:
"Thus then in few:
Your Highness, lately sending into France,
Did claim some certian dukedoms, in the right
Of your great predecessor, King Edward the THird.
In answer of which claim, the prince our master
Says that you savor too much of your youth,
And bids you be advis'd: there's nought in France
that can be with a nimble gallard one;
You annot revel into dukedomes there.
He therefore sends you, meeter for your spirit.
This tun of treasure; and, in lieu of this,
Desires you let the dukedomes taht you claim
Here no more of you. This the Dolpin speaks."
King Henry:
"What treasure, uncle?"
Exetor:
"Tennis-balls, my liege."
~Henry V. by William Shakspeare
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Post by The Honourable Ninja-san on Jun 19, 2007 20:33:37 GMT -5
Tennis-balls? Weird.
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Post by Ranger Melinda on Jun 19, 2007 21:28:44 GMT -5
yep. henry wrote a letter to the dolphin of france, telling him to give up lands, and he sent back a box, supposedly of tresure, and the treasure was tennis balls. i love it! ;D
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Post by Ranger Melinda on Jun 21, 2007 14:19:53 GMT -5
"what if i called you a congressman? what if i called you an idiot? oh, wait, i repeated myself."
~mark twain
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