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Open thread 4/24/24

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  • azlibertarian April 24, 2024, 10:07 AM

    G’Morning, everyone. I hope that your day has started well.

  • SK April 24, 2024, 10:11 AM

    The lily has a smooth stalk,
    Will never hurt your hand;
    But the rose upon her brier
    Is lady of the land.

    There’s sweetness in an apple tree,
    And profit in the corn;
    But lady of all beauty
    Is a rose upon a thorn.

  • ghostsniper April 24, 2024, 11:28 AM

    I’m leaning on a lamp post at the corner of the street
    In case a certain little lady comes by
    Oh me
    Oh my

  • Snakepit Kansas April 25, 2024, 3:56 AM

    Don’t put your man behind his years
    And baby
    Stop cryin’ all your tears
    Do the things he says to do
    Do it
    Baby, if you’re feeling good
    And baby if you’re feeling nice
    You know your man is workin’ hard
    He’s worth a deuce
    -Simmons, Stanley

  • Anonymous April 25, 2024, 5:15 AM

    The older I get, the more I understand why roosters just scream to start their day.

    Threw out my back sleeping, and tweaked my neck sneezing so I’m probably just one strong fart away from complete paralysis.

    So, rest, chill, eat, drink, and enjoy life!

    It’s weird being the same age as old people.

    •We celebrated last night with a couple of adult beverages …… Metamucil and Ensure.

    •Someone said, “Nothing rhymes with orange.”  I said, “No, it doesn’t.”

    • jd April 25, 2024, 6:25 AM

      Funny, from someone who can empathize.

      • ghostsniper April 25, 2024, 9:30 AM

        Me neither.

    • Snakepit Kansas April 25, 2024, 10:37 AM

      I lived in the PI for a couple years. Locals had roosters and they don’t wait till dawn to crow. Well before dawn, all day and into the evening all the time.

      • Anonymous April 25, 2024, 11:01 AM

        Dawn? Roosters crow whenever they want.

  • SK April 25, 2024, 4:10 PM

    More on roosters from Oliver Wendell Holmes:

    In the world’s broad field of battle,
    In the great barnyard of life,
    Be not like those lazy cattle!
    Be a rooster in the strife!

    Lives of roosters all remind us,
    We can make our lives sublime,
    And when roasted, leave behind us,
    Hen tracks on the sands of time.

    Hen tracks that perhaps another
    Chicken drooping in the rain,
    Some forlorn and henpecked brother,
    When he sees, shall crow again.

  • John A. Fleming April 25, 2024, 11:09 PM

    When discussing roses, the most improbable and inc0mparable of all flowers, I think the Spanish language has the better adjectives for poetry: orgulloso, maravilloso, magnifico, glorioso. My mother taught me that the rose must come with the thorns, the flower is a perfect metaphor for life and love. When I prune and tend to my roses, I think always of my mother and remember.

    • ghostsniper April 26, 2024, 3:48 AM

      Every Rose Has It’s Thorn

      We both lie silently still in the dead of the night
      Although we both lie close together
      We feel miles apart inside
      Was it something I said or something I did?
      Did my words not come out right?
      Though I tried not to hurt you
      Though I tried
      But I guess that’s why they say:

      Every rose has its thorn
      Just like every night has its dawn
      Just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song
      Every rose has its thorn
      Yeah it does

      I listen to our favorite song playing on the radio
      Hear the DJ say, “love’s a game of easy come and easy go”
      But I wonder, does he know?
      Has he ever felt like this?
      And I know that you’d be here right now
      If I could have let you know somehow, I guess

      Every rose has its thorn
      Just like every night has its dawn
      Just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song
      Every rose has its thorn

      Though, it’s been a while now
      I can still feel so much pain
      Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals
      But the scar, that scar remains

      I know I could have saved a love that night
      If I’d known what to say
      Instead of making love, we both made our separate ways
      And now, I hear you found somebody new
      And that I never meant that much to you
      To hear that tears me up inside
      And to see you cuts me like a knife, I guess

      Every rose has its thorn
      Just like every night has its dawn
      Just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song
      Every rose has its thorn

  • ghostsniper April 26, 2024, 4:11 AM

    Gas Prices Yesterday
    Morgantown – $3.79
    Walmart – $3.59
    Turkey Hill – $3.51


    I have filled up twice so far this year and won’t fill again until probably June or July.
    My wife has filled up once and may not again until fall.
    We don’t drive much.
    Don’t see no need to.
    Besides, why would we want to leave paradise?

    I’ve heard, the best way to predict the future is to create it.
    Similarly, the best way to live in paradise is to build it.

    • Snakepit Kansas April 26, 2024, 4:35 AM

      Luckily I live four minutes from werk.

      Oven top cleaner and a bit of rubbing took care of the glass, thanks Ghost.

      Four cedar boards replaced and screwed in, no nails, so far. Man cedar ain’t cheap!

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