Find your grail

[snowy ciara]

So last Friday was "pick your essay"* day for my freshman. After spending the day reading what my buds of promise have er, scribed**, I've turned to YouTube in desperation, to lighten my spirits and make the pain go away. I came across some Spamalot clips. This is one of my favorites:

Find your Grail! (Warning, there are strobe lights in the end of the vid. If they make you queasy, try this link: Amature version, but still good. Please note, the Lady of the Lake holds the Giant Grail in the correct hand. In the Tony Awards version, the thumb is on the wrong side.)

So what's your grail, BDSM Denizens? Tell me all about it! What do you yearn for? Search for? What gives you wet dreams in the daytime? ***

*WHY! Why must I do this, Friday after Friday! You'd think I'd learn! Wouldn't you? Who lets freshmen pick their essay!?! ~takes a slug of gin~

**and when I say "scribed" I'm being waaaay generous.

***anyone who takes this thread remotely seriously wins a can of Spam.

 

[SweetGigi]

So what's your grail, BDSM Denizens? Tell me all about it! What do you yearn for? Search for? What gives you wet dreams in the daytime?

Wuv... Trwoo Wuv...

 

[snowy ciara]

Today a good MLT would hit the spot.

 

[SweetGigi]

ahhhh, mutton lettuce and tomato. deeeeelish!!!


we are wack-o, ya know?

 

[Netzach]

Recognition. Brilliance.

Art ego, sorry. You wanted the truth.

 

[snowy ciara]

ahhhh, mutton lettuce and tomato. deeeeelish!!!


we are wack-o, ya know?

Heee! We're sick sick! Let's go storm the castle!

Recognition. Brilliance.

Art ego, sorry. You wanted the truth.

But only if you weren't too serious about it. Wanna be my Grail?

 

[Shankara20]

What do you yearn for? Search for? What gives you wet dreams in the daytime?

Several years ago I was once again in a funk - lost - not knowing what was driving my life - adrift as it were. I read somewhere that we are all doing what we yearn for all ready, we just don't see it fr ourselves.

So I set about watching what I did the most - to see if I could find that grail of mine. I have found what it is I search for, what I yearn for, what I am driven to find above all else - dare I say, at the cost of all else.

I yearn for the perfect butter-delivery-system! How can I get butter into me the best way? Toasted bread, baked potatoes, popcorn, shortbread cookies, lobster with drawn butter, corn-on-the-cob - love them all. All very good butter-delivery-systems.

My life-long search is finding that perfect butter-delivery-system

 

[SweetGigi]

Heee! We're sick sick! Let's go storm the castle!

Inigo Montoya: That Vizzini, he can *fuss*.
Fezzik: Fuss, fuss... I think he like to scream at *us*.
Inigo Montoya: Probably he means no *harm*.
Fezzik: He's really very short on *charm*.
Inigo Montoya: You have a great gift for rhyme.
Fezzik: Yes, yes, some of the time.
Vizzini: Enough of that.
Inigo Montoya: Fezzik, are there rocks ahead?
Fezzik: If there are, we all be dead.
Vizzini: No more rhyming now, I mean it.
Fezzik: Anybody want a peanut?
Vizzini: DYEEAAHHHHHH.

 

[bholderman]

The life I've worked hard for and at this point, think I deserve. One with my kids plugging away with no more issues than sibling rivarly, a companion thats more than a mate, a confidant, lover etc. Bills paid, a flowering garden and a family that appreciates what's been done for them, not just by me, but their ancestors whose sole purpose, the ultimate goal of all those lives cascading down that family lineage has resulted in one thing (ok, 3), them.

So last Friday was "pick your essay"* day for my freshman. After spending the day reading what my buds of promise have er, scribed**, I've turned to YouTube in desperation, to lighten my spirits and make the pain go away. I came across some Spamalot clips. This is one of my favorites:

Find your Grail! (Warning, there are strobe lights in the end of the vid. If they make you queasy, try this link: Amature version, but still good. Please note, the Lady of the Lake holds the Giant Grail in the correct hand. In the Tony Awards version, the thumb is on the wrong side.)

So what's your grail, BDSM Denizens? Tell me all about it! What do you yearn for? Search for? What gives you wet dreams in the daytime? ***

*WHY! Why must I do this, Friday after Friday! You'd think I'd learn! Wouldn't you? Who lets freshmen pick their essay!?! ~takes a slug of gin~

**and when I say "scribed" I'm being waaaay generous.

***anyone who takes this thread remotely seriously wins a can of Spam.

 

[snowy ciara]

I yearn for the perfect butter-delivery-system! How can I get butter into me the best way? Toasted bread, baked potatoes, popcorn, shortbread cookies, lobster with drawn butter, corn-on-the-cob - love them all. All very good butter-delivery-systems.

My life-long search is finding that perfect butter-delivery-system

Hmmm, hot buttered biscuits! Or OH! Did you see the really dreadful "Exit to Eden" movie? It had Rosie O Donnel in it? That wasn't the good part. The good part was in New Orleans, where Elliot comes back to the hotel room with begneits, coffee, a stick of butter and a shaker of cinnamin. While Lisa eats breakfast, he peels the paper back on the stick of butter and runs it from the top of her breast, down over her nipple, then sprinkles it with cinnamin and licks it off...

Inigo Montoya: You seem a decent fellow. I hate to kill you.
Westley: You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die.

 

[SweetGigi]

The life I've worked hard for and at this point, think I deserve. One with my kids plugging away with no more issues than sibling rivarly, a companion thats more than a mate, a confidant, lover etc. Bills paid, a flowering garden and a family that appreciates what's been done for them, not just by me, but their ancestors whose sole purpose, the ultimate goal of all those lives cascading down that family lineage has resulted in one thing (ok, 3), them.

awe, that is so sweet!!!!

 

[snowy ciara]

That is way sweet...

 

[SweetGigi]

Vizzini: HE DIDN'T FALL? INCONCEIVABLE.
Inigo Montoya: You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.

 

[LilyBart]

Hmmm, hot buttered biscuits! Or OH! Did you see the really dreadful "Exit to Eden" movie? It had Rosie O Donnel in it? That wasn't the good part. The good part was in New Orleans, where Elliot comes back to the hotel room with begneits, coffee, a stick of butter and a shaker of cinnamin. While Lisa eats breakfast, he peels the paper back on the stick of butter and runs it from the top of her breast, down over her nipple, then sprinkles it with cinnamin and licks it off...

Inigo Montoya: You seem a decent fellow. I hate to kill you.
Westley: You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die.

Now that reminds me of "Last Tango in Paris."



Count Rugen: Ah. Are you coming down into the pit? Wesley's got his strength back. I'm starting him on the machine tonight.
Prince Humperdinck: [sincerely] Tyrone, you know how much I love watching you work, but I've got my country's 500th anniversary to plan, my wedding to arrange, my wife to murder and Guilder to frame for it; I'm swamped.
Count Rugen: Get some rest. If you haven't got your health, then you haven't got anything.

 

[snowy ciara]

Murdered by pirates is good.

 

[SweetGigi]

this is totally awesome.

 

[Netzach]

Heee! We're sick sick! Let's go storm the castle!




But only if you weren't too serious about it. Wanna be my Grail?

Oh in that case.

Sure, but mine is a bar that will serve me a green chartreuse and smile knowingly at me rather than think it's insanity or affectation.

 

[Netzach]

The life I've worked hard for and at this point, think I deserve. One with my kids plugging away with no more issues than sibling rivarly, a companion thats more than a mate, a confidant, lover etc. Bills paid, a flowering garden and a family that appreciates what's been done for them, not just by me, but their ancestors whose sole purpose, the ultimate goal of all those lives cascading down that family lineage has resulted in one thing (ok, 3), them.

Grateful children? That is the grail. Maybe when they're 30.

 

[snowy ciara]

Oh in that case.

Sure, but mine is a bar that will serve me a green chartreuse and smile knowingly at me rather than think it's insanity or affectation.

**looking up green chartreuse in the Bartender's cook book** How's about a leer? Can I leer?

 

[Homburg]

A life in which I face each day with verve and purpose, and my family and friends enjoy prosperity.

Barring that, I'd be well-pleased by a keyboard tray that didn't squeak, squeal, and bind up. *grumble*

 

[doveofserenity]

After listening to that amateur link, a better set of ear plugs is where my search now leads me.

 

[snowy ciara]

I like amateur productions, if only because they make me appreciate it more when I get to hear the real ones!

Today's Grail would be a perfect sticky bun from my favorite natural food store. I went to two different locations on my way to work this morning and they were both sold out. And it was early too!

 

[chris9]

Vizzini: HE DIDN'T FALL? INCONCEIVABLE.
Inigo Montoya: You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.

Doesn't Inigo say "I don't think him is what you think him is."?
Maybe my grail for tonight is to see if everybody got their quotes right

Byebye, boys! Have fun storming the castle!

 

[snowy ciara]

Doesn't Inigo say "I don't think him is what you think him is."?
Maybe my grail for tonight is to see if everybody got their quotes right

Byebye, boys! Have fun storming the castle!

Actually, it looks like it's the other way around. I checked IMDB, then watched the movie. If you mute it, in English and in French, it comes out "I don't think it means what you think it means." Well, the French is a loose translation, but still...

 

[00Syd]

Winning an oscar. Just the idea gets me all tingly...