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OK, insane swim season has finished, and recovery/breath inhalation has been done. Control room refit is almost done, and the next few months are ... basically dead! LOL
Anyway, thanks to all RP buddies who've put up with the random fits and starts of threads, and weird tagging patterns.
Random thoughts...
*) Now, I've heard the new season of TW has finished elsewhere in the world, haven't seen or heard anything of any epis, probably because I've also not read F-list basically for last 'x' number of months. I've no idea if/when we will get the season here, last time it went to a network that has NO DW history... and they shifted it after about 5 episodes without any warning (something they do regularly, which is why I was a bit concerned when I heard they had it!)
#) Anyone interested in a Highlander 'verse RPG? It's based on the first movie and tv series, and open to canon and OC characters. Definitely looking for some Watchers, mortals, and Hunters. Any immortal from the series is welcome to apply, even if they fell foul of another's sword, but no mortals who died; eg no Tessa, Alexa, Horton, etc. There is an overall plot/theme to the game so there will be some 'events' that will come into place to give some direction to the RP plot!
=) Have become addicted to sudoku, thanks to my mother, and a friend who also does them. Not that that has anything to do with this, but it was on the Sudoku site I frequent, where an interesting bunch of people chat each day and post things... one of them posted this...
This explains why we forward jokes.
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like Mother of Pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.
"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked. "I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog. After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
"Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in."
"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog. "There should be a bowl by the pump." They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree. "What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.
"This is Heaven," he answered. "Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too."
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's Hell."
"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"
"No, we’re just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind."
Soooo... Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a word, maybe this could explain:
When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do? You forward jokes. When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact, you forward jokes. When you have something to say, but don't know what, and don't know how, you forward jokes.
And to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still important, you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess what you get? A forwarded joke. So, next time if you get a joke, don't think that you've been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile.
Guess in a way that's what I'm doing here. Hope you're having a good day, wherever you are!
Anyway, thanks to all RP buddies who've put up with the random fits and starts of threads, and weird tagging patterns.
Random thoughts...
*) Now, I've heard the new season of TW has finished elsewhere in the world, haven't seen or heard anything of any epis, probably because I've also not read F-list basically for last 'x' number of months. I've no idea if/when we will get the season here, last time it went to a network that has NO DW history... and they shifted it after about 5 episodes without any warning (something they do regularly, which is why I was a bit concerned when I heard they had it!)
#) Anyone interested in a Highlander 'verse RPG? It's based on the first movie and tv series, and open to canon and OC characters. Definitely looking for some Watchers, mortals, and Hunters. Any immortal from the series is welcome to apply, even if they fell foul of another's sword, but no mortals who died; eg no Tessa, Alexa, Horton, etc. There is an overall plot/theme to the game so there will be some 'events' that will come into place to give some direction to the RP plot!
=) Have become addicted to sudoku, thanks to my mother, and a friend who also does them. Not that that has anything to do with this, but it was on the Sudoku site I frequent, where an interesting bunch of people chat each day and post things... one of them posted this...
This explains why we forward jokes.
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like Mother of Pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.
"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked. "I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog. After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
"Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in."
"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog. "There should be a bowl by the pump." They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree. "What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.
"This is Heaven," he answered. "Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too."
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's Hell."
"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"
"No, we’re just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind."
Soooo... Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a word, maybe this could explain:
When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do? You forward jokes. When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact, you forward jokes. When you have something to say, but don't know what, and don't know how, you forward jokes.
And to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still important, you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess what you get? A forwarded joke. So, next time if you get a joke, don't think that you've been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile.
Guess in a way that's what I'm doing here. Hope you're having a good day, wherever you are!