"Massive intellect of some people". I like it.
That said... it is a fallacious statement that adding 600 soldiers to the war effort in Iraq is going to "secure" the election for Bush. It will have no effect either way.
Muffins or War
After these long months you're all still going on about muffins and I'm still waiting for my muffin with a free Leonard Cohen (with syrup).
Some things never change.....
Mind you, now that the war monger has his way I doubt the human race will have much time left for muffins, Leonard Cohen or syrup. So please do hurry and let me have my violin while Rome burns....
Still yours in antissssss.........ipation
Jo
Some things never change.....
Mind you, now that the war monger has his way I doubt the human race will have much time left for muffins, Leonard Cohen or syrup. So please do hurry and let me have my violin while Rome burns....
Still yours in antissssss.........ipation
Jo
"... to make a pale imitation of reality with twenty-six juggled letters"
"... all words are lies because they can only represent one of many levels of being"
Sober noises of morning in a marginal land.
"... all words are lies because they can only represent one of many levels of being"
Sober noises of morning in a marginal land.
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Byron
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Hello Jo. Get your muffins while yea may.
My best friend firmly believes that we may be on the verge of being taken into a third world war.
Who needs the old, defunct, soviet threat, when he now has G-d on his side? Don't forget that he started by refering to his middle east adventure with the word, 'Crusade.'
My best friend firmly believes that we may be on the verge of being taken into a third world war.
Who needs the old, defunct, soviet threat, when he now has G-d on his side? Don't forget that he started by refering to his middle east adventure with the word, 'Crusade.'
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Jonnie ~
I commend your excellent taste in muffins. It had never occurred to me to try tahini on them, though it goes well with plenty of other things. Your jam choices are just as excellent. The American muffin of my choice is bran. Either way, I'm good to go on the muffins.
The Crusade, well......I hope it gets stuck in the toaster and burns. The implications of these word choices do not bode well, at all.
~ Lizzy
I commend your excellent taste in muffins. It had never occurred to me to try tahini on them, though it goes well with plenty of other things. Your jam choices are just as excellent. The American muffin of my choice is bran. Either way, I'm good to go on the muffins.
The Crusade, well......I hope it gets stuck in the toaster and burns. The implications of these word choices do not bode well, at all.
~ Lizzy
Thank you for that good advice Byron - but I only have eyes for the free Leonard Cohen (with syrup) with every muffin (or should I say more accurately, I only have a taste for etc.....) 
I think we're already in a third world war situation - read the news (something I take pains to avoid if at all possible) - but from the noises coming from the pale place it sounds like our hero is keen to scale it up a tad. Should we start building nuclear shelters and stocking them with a hefty supply of muffins and syrup? (and Leonard Cohen of course). Does anyone have any advice on how to lure Johnny Depp and/or a few pirates?
Yours underground (but above board)
Jo
I think we're already in a third world war situation - read the news (something I take pains to avoid if at all possible) - but from the noises coming from the pale place it sounds like our hero is keen to scale it up a tad. Should we start building nuclear shelters and stocking them with a hefty supply of muffins and syrup? (and Leonard Cohen of course). Does anyone have any advice on how to lure Johnny Depp and/or a few pirates?
Yours underground (but above board)
Jo
"... to make a pale imitation of reality with twenty-six juggled letters"
"... all words are lies because they can only represent one of many levels of being"
Sober noises of morning in a marginal land.
"... all words are lies because they can only represent one of many levels of being"
Sober noises of morning in a marginal land.
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Byron
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Blimey Jo, what a coincidence. A few of us were sitting round discussing this and that, but mostly muffins, when the subject of knookular shelters came up. We have to pronounce it as knookular, because if we don't, we'll be designated as not being with him ( u no hoo, 
)
Anyway, who should turn up at that very moment, but JD himself. He apologised for being early (those who know him will understand
) and said that he'd been on the phone all afternoon trying to get through to you. It seems that a distant relative had left him a large number of shares in a mining company, that mines for syrup, in the hills behind Matroosberg.
Apparently, Johnny's collection of large oak vats are the perfect size for storing freshly squeezed syrup. His immediate thought was, that if lennie would agree to stand aside and let you make arrangements to join Johnny in a 'joint' venture (best columbian of course) the pair of you could exercise your rights (and lefts) and dive headlong into the vats of your choosing, on a regular (or even irregular) basis.
I know that you have a busy schedule and your time is very limited. If you decided to take on this heavy burden of more work, it would mean that you would have to forego any future involvement with mufins per se. So I told young deppy (as we call him) that I doubted you would want to take him up on his desperate offer.
He was crestfallen at this juncture and I had to tell him not to hold his breath for a positive response from you. The poor laddie wept at my side and whispered to me that as far as he was concerned, and just between him and me, he was determined to hold his breath and anything else of yours that he could get his hands on.
The upshot of it was, that he was too distraught to clad himself in his suit of shining armour and mount his white stallion for the long ride home. (I'm not too certain about that last bit. He may have said 'amour,' but he definitely said 'mounted') We insisted that he stay here tonight and my wife is showing him to the spare bedroom as I write. She was most insistent that we offer him our best hospitality and is making sure that the bed is comfortable enough for him.
We'll let him sleep on it overnight, as my wife said, and he can decide tomorrow if he should trouble you with the choice.
Bye for now.
)Anyway, who should turn up at that very moment, but JD himself. He apologised for being early (those who know him will understand
) and said that he'd been on the phone all afternoon trying to get through to you. It seems that a distant relative had left him a large number of shares in a mining company, that mines for syrup, in the hills behind Matroosberg.Apparently, Johnny's collection of large oak vats are the perfect size for storing freshly squeezed syrup. His immediate thought was, that if lennie would agree to stand aside and let you make arrangements to join Johnny in a 'joint' venture (best columbian of course) the pair of you could exercise your rights (and lefts) and dive headlong into the vats of your choosing, on a regular (or even irregular) basis.
I know that you have a busy schedule and your time is very limited. If you decided to take on this heavy burden of more work, it would mean that you would have to forego any future involvement with mufins per se. So I told young deppy (as we call him) that I doubted you would want to take him up on his desperate offer.
He was crestfallen at this juncture and I had to tell him not to hold his breath for a positive response from you. The poor laddie wept at my side and whispered to me that as far as he was concerned, and just between him and me, he was determined to hold his breath and anything else of yours that he could get his hands on.
The upshot of it was, that he was too distraught to clad himself in his suit of shining armour and mount his white stallion for the long ride home. (I'm not too certain about that last bit. He may have said 'amour,' but he definitely said 'mounted') We insisted that he stay here tonight and my wife is showing him to the spare bedroom as I write. She was most insistent that we offer him our best hospitality and is making sure that the bed is comfortable enough for him.
We'll let him sleep on it overnight, as my wife said, and he can decide tomorrow if he should trouble you with the choice.
Bye for now.
BYRON!!!!! How could it even cross your mind that I would refuse any offer from young deppy as you call him - personally I think that's an affront to his dignity, but we won't argue the point as there are other far more interesting points to ponder, not to mention hold. I beg you to inform him that I shall certainly take up his offer of immersion, both left and right and I should certainly hope centre also, in a vat of syrup - the muffins are optional but I'm sure I can sway him there as well as in other areas.
I am as we speak annointing myself with butter (all in the interests of easing the immersion in syrup you understand) but I hope Jacky baby won't do the same as I look forward to doing all the butter work for him - a hard man like him is surely up to my tender ministrations.
My broom is at this moment being refuelled and refitted for the journey across continents and oceans - tell the dear boy to hold fast till I get there.
Mind you - it may be more satisfying for me if he lets go for now and holds fast WHEN I get there.
I'm a little suspicious of your wife's insistence and I don't think she should be doing any showing in the spare bedroom - any showing, sleeping on or under should best be left to me as it will be right for me, and for the dear boy - we don't want him spent even before I have my fishnet stockings and stiletto heels in readiness for the trip.
Yours in a rush to get to the broom refurbishers
Jo
I am as we speak annointing myself with butter (all in the interests of easing the immersion in syrup you understand) but I hope Jacky baby won't do the same as I look forward to doing all the butter work for him - a hard man like him is surely up to my tender ministrations.
My broom is at this moment being refuelled and refitted for the journey across continents and oceans - tell the dear boy to hold fast till I get there.
Mind you - it may be more satisfying for me if he lets go for now and holds fast WHEN I get there.
I'm a little suspicious of your wife's insistence and I don't think she should be doing any showing in the spare bedroom - any showing, sleeping on or under should best be left to me as it will be right for me, and for the dear boy - we don't want him spent even before I have my fishnet stockings and stiletto heels in readiness for the trip.
Yours in a rush to get to the broom refurbishers
Jo
"... to make a pale imitation of reality with twenty-six juggled letters"
"... all words are lies because they can only represent one of many levels of being"
Sober noises of morning in a marginal land.
"... all words are lies because they can only represent one of many levels of being"
Sober noises of morning in a marginal land.
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paula_hansen
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where I see strife I bring Happiness, where I see War I bring muffins. Did Our Lord not say that? I can only pop into this forum on occasion because of my commitments to my Church (especially this period!) but I think a revival of this thread may return harmony to us all.
I wish you a most poetic and Happy Christ Mas.
I wish you a most poetic and Happy Christ Mas.
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Byron
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No exit strategy. Iraq is decending into civil war. Yet more blood will be spilt. Get our troops out NOW!
I thought it was about time I returned to this thread. I miss my muffins.........
I thought it was about time I returned to this thread. I miss my muffins.........
"Bipolar is a roller-coaster ride without a seat belt. One day you're flying with the fireworks; for the next month you're being scraped off the trolley" I said that.
Yes, Byron. A substantial poll within the last, maybe, two days indicates that 60% of Americans now favour a pull-out. It was in a broadcast just a couple days ago that I heard that there was fighting/killing[?] of some British troops as a result of insurgent infiltration of the new, Iraqi police force. It has been the dismal outcome we long ago were predicting. As you're probably hearing, more and more Americans are realizing all of this.
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