Saw this, thought of you

BlackShanglan said:
*stops*

*hangs head meekly*

Yes ma'am. :eek:

*writes out "'to bubblebath' is not a verb" 100 times in the dust with its forehoof*

Gerunding? You?

If anyone else gets the reference there to the Cult of Gerund, then please tell me. I feel horribly old in Lit-years.

The Earl
 
That reminds me...

I never finished my story about the Gerund.

This is as far as I got:

How to hunt the elusive Gerund in the Brazilian Rainforest

The first problem I faced in my quest for the elusive Gerund was obtaining funding for my scientific exploration.

I approached the National Geographic first. Their representative was extremely unhelpful. When I promised to bring back pictures of naked-breasted jungle maidens in glorious technicolor and red-shirted lumberjacks doing what red-shirted lumberjacks do, she dismissed of my application as ‘frivolous’. What Gilbert Grosvenor would have thought I don’t know.

I offered to film the naked-breasted jungle maidens in hi-definition video. She still wasn’t impressed and said meaningless words such as ‘inclusion’, ‘gender-neutral’ and ‘demeaning to indigenous peoples’. I persisted until she called security and had me ejected from the building. Her parting imprecations of ‘male chauvinist throwback’ seemed as meaningless as the natives' language would be once they had speared my hapless interpreter to death.

There it ends.

Og
 
BlackShanglan said:
Wonderful! It reminds me of a fairy tale I read when I was a little foal.

What was it called? :D (dreamy)

I love stories. - I DO!
 
CharleyH said:
What was it called? :D (dreamy)

I love stories. - I DO!

I wish I could remember! I do remember that the hero was called Petite Jean and that he drank from a magic fountain in a witch's castle and it turned his hair to gold when it trailed into the water. He found a talking horse in her stable and they rode away throwing things behind them to stop her.

(Damned good to see you, Charley. :kiss: )
 
Jammies! Pounce!

We've been extra good, Jammmies. Nobody's called anyone an ignorant slut or foolish twit for days and days. I've hardly blasted a single perp with my Glock before yelling "Freeze!" once even, honest. Please don't go away again!
 
lilredjammies said:
Mostly, I thought of Matriarch when I saw this, but I know we have some other gardeners on board:

Hellebore Naming Contest

If your name gets picked for the plant, you get one!

So far, I've submitted the name "Matriarch" for #2002-086, "Merlot Splash" for 2001-111, "Green Eggs" for 2002-003, "Aurora Black" for 2003-148 and "Flannel Jammies" for 2001-070. ;)

Squee! *flyingleapingtackletighthugs* :D
 
lilredjammies said:
Mostly, I thought of Matriarch when I saw this, but I know we have some other gardeners on board:

Hellebore Naming Contest

If your name gets picked for the plant, you get one!

So far, I've submitted the name "Matriarch" for #2002-086, "Merlot Splash" for 2001-111, "Green Eggs" for 2002-003, "Aurora Black" for 2003-148 and "Flannel Jammies" for 2001-070. ;)


Jammies!! How the devil are you sweet one? You've been missed.

The flowers are stunning, and I'm flattered that you should think that gorgeous bloom would make you think of me. Thank you. :kiss: :kiss: :kiss:

Are you back for a while, or is this a flying visit??
 
lilredjammies said:
I'm trying to be back for a while (staying on nice threads like this one).

Hellebores always make me think of you, and that one most especially because it is not only beautiful, but happy and bridal. :heart:

:kiss: :kiss: :kiss: Thank you for the compliment of missing me.

Someone with such a kind soul as you will always be missed. :kiss:
 
BlackShanglan said:
The Royal Mail had a wonderful little ad campaign on television in which they showed people mailing each other quirky and amusing little pictures or objects that in some way reminded them of that person's distinct personality or nature. It was a great campaign, and its catch phrase ("Saw this, thought of you") still comes to my mind from time to time. It seemed a good thread to have on the AH, so I thought I would inaugurate it.

Ms. Colleen Thomas - saw this, thought of you. :) It's a description of the Irish king Conor (or Conchubar), as a young boy, astonishing the court by solving a thorny legal dispute. You've often made me think of it.

Conor, with unalter’d mein,
In a clear sweet voice serene,
Took in hand the tangled skein
And began to make it plain.

As a sheep-dog sorts his cattle,
As a king arrays his battle,
So, the facts on either side
He did marshal and divide.

Every branching side-dispute
Traced he downward to the root
Of the strife’s main stem, and there
Laid the ground of difference bare.

Then to scope of either cause
Set the compass of the laws,
This adopting, that rejecting, -
Reasons to a head collecting, -

As a charging cohort goes
Through and over scatter’d foes,
So, from point to point, he brought
Onward still the weight of thought

Through all error and confusion,
Till he set the clear conclusion
Standing like a king alone,
All thing adverse overthrown,

And gave judgement clear and sound: -
Praises fill’d the hall around;
Yea, the man that lost the cause
Hardly could withhold applause.

(Sir Samuel Ferguson, “The Abdication of Fergus Mac Roy")


Interesting post Shang. Many things remind me of many people here and elsewhere. I cant say at the moment, other than good post and a bump. :).
 
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