Re: Who is theis Person?some_menschMarch 21 2006, 06:37:36 UTC
you had a stutter, so I removed the first one, looks like you are worried about spelling a little too much.
well, don't mention my name when you look her up. I got to her web page from the yamadah yoshi page which took me to her prefecture somewhere in the south of japan. I find web surfing is more better fun if you don't understand the language. Once I found a page that was nothing but rotten fruit pictures with russia subtitles. they had over 800 pictures of various rotten fruits, with various rotten fruit eating bugs. Each catalogued, with subtitles and discussion. I was fascinated until I realized that I was starting to understand some of the russian. It ruined russia for me for web surfing. Now I stick to south korea and japan.
Sure it looks like an Inuyasha fanfic but the pot's the real star. And after all, Inuyasha and company successfully vanquish Naraku, the big bad, but the pot escapes unscathed.
I think you should have kept that pot if only to discover how long it would take before you were minions, totally under its control. It would have been a fascinating experiment.
But the Black Pot!chezsternoApril 2 2006, 06:46:50 UTC
Ah, the Red Pot! I remember it well. It started as plain mac & cheese. Then more mac & cheese with scallions and bacos. And on and on, some nights it became pasta sauce, then chili, then chili mac, and on and on. It had a good run, about a month. But one night alone and neglected was all it took to turn it. And turn it did, away from us, away from G-d.
Don’t even get me started on the Black Pot! (No, I will never forgive her for what she did.)
Some times at night when we couldn’t sleep, we would take target practice down the hall with the lights off. Very Zen and the art of archery, it actually improved our groupings. But it meant that if you needed the lavatory in the night, you had to open your door and turn on your light and wait in case someone was shooting with their eyes shut. We always left the arrows and bolts and quarrels and knives and shurikens and darts stuck in the board, which became adorned with a Smurfette mask one Halloween (we gave the kid all of our candy for it). It became second nature to unconsciously duck underneath the shock of arrows as one came around the corner. One Sunday morning, the inevitable (and unbelievable) happened. some_mensch answered the front door in his tighty whiteys and when the Jehovah’s Witnesses asked if they could talk to him about Jesus, he invited them in if he could talk to them about Cthulhu! He called for all of us to come and greet our guests, and offered to put on a fresh pot of coffee for them. But when they came around the
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Re: Knock, knocksome_menschApril 2 2006, 18:42:28 UTC
I believe it was one of sterno's girl friends that put the arrow half way through rono's suit. Maybe thats why we always put the guest coats on that end of the closet.
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well, don't mention my name when you look her up. I got to her web page from the yamadah yoshi page which took me to her prefecture somewhere in the south of japan. I find web surfing is more better fun if you don't understand the language. Once I found a page that was nothing but rotten fruit pictures with russia subtitles. they had over 800 pictures of various rotten fruits, with various rotten fruit eating bugs. Each catalogued, with subtitles and discussion. I was fascinated until I realized that I was starting to understand some of the russian. It ruined russia for me for web surfing. Now I stick to south korea and japan.
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Sure it looks like an Inuyasha fanfic but the pot's the real star. And after all, Inuyasha and company successfully vanquish Naraku, the big bad, but the pot escapes unscathed.
I think you should have kept that pot if only to discover how long it would take before you were minions, totally under its control. It would have been a fascinating experiment.
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It started as plain mac & cheese. Then more mac & cheese with scallions and bacos.
And on and on, some nights it became pasta sauce, then chili, then chili mac, and on and on.
It had a good run, about a month. But one night alone and neglected was all it took to turn it. And turn it did, away from us, away from G-d.
Don’t even get me started on the Black Pot! (No, I will never forgive her for what she did.)
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We always left the arrows and bolts and quarrels and knives and shurikens and darts stuck in the board, which became adorned with a Smurfette mask one Halloween (we gave the kid all of our candy for it). It became second nature to unconsciously duck underneath the shock of arrows as one came around the corner.
One Sunday morning, the inevitable (and unbelievable) happened. some_mensch answered the front door in his tighty whiteys and when the Jehovah’s Witnesses asked if they could talk to him about Jesus, he invited them in if he could talk to them about Cthulhu! He called for all of us to come and greet our guests, and offered to put on a fresh pot of coffee for them. But when they came around the ( ... )
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