and the goblin with the scary armour, Welcome to you too
AS a rule I don't come in here much, mainly becasue I see myself as a visitor as opposed to a resident and it seems impolite to welcome people into another's home.
da TIGG is back and bouncin'
Face Book ID Kathy Roper ( New Zealand)
TIGGer, I consider you very much a resident, not a visitor.
"Spirits in the shape of hawks and eagles flew ever to and from his halls; and their eyes could see to the depths of the seas, and pierce the hidden caverns beneath the world."
The wonderful thing about Tiggers
Is Tiggers are wonderful things
Their tops are made out of rubber
Their bottoms are made out of springs
They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy
Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun
But the most wonderful thing about Tiggers
Is I'm the only one
The wonderful thing about Tiggers
Is Tiggers are wonderful chaps
They're loaded with vim and with vigor
They love to leap in your laps
They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy pouncy
Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun
But the most wonderful thing about Tiggers
Is I'm the only one
Tiggers are wonderful fellahs
Tiggers are awfully sweet
Everyone elses is jealous
And thats why I repeat
The wonderful thing about Tiggers
Is Tiggers are wonderful things
Their tops are made out of rubber
Their bottoms are made out of springs
They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy
Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun
But the most wonderful thing about Tiggers
Is I'm the only one
Yes, I'm the only one
(Grrrrrr...)
"Spirits in the shape of hawks and eagles flew ever to and from his halls; and their eyes could see to the depths of the seas, and pierce the hidden caverns beneath the world."
Thank you so much, truehobbit and Voronwë. I hope this doesn't make me sound too mercenary, but I registered because there was a link at TOB to pics of last weekend's San Francisco moot, which were posted here. I clicked on the link only to learn that the picks were in a forum accessable only to members. So...here I am.
Actually, Alys told me about this site last spring when I registered at TOB, so I am rather late in joining. It is good to see you both.
"Come a day there won't be room for naughty men like us to slip about at all."
"Aargragaah. It mean lit’rally der time when you see dem little pebbles and you jus’ know dere’s gonna be a great big landslide on toppa you and it already too late to run. Dat moment, dat’s aagragaah.”
Terry Pratchett, Jingo
I warn you, though, some of the threads are addictive here. For instance, I've been dying to comment on "Radical Clerics React to Pope's Comments" and "Smart Leaders" but I've just not had time.
And while you're doing it, could you tell me about your experiences editing this anarcho-syndicalist-catholic publication that semi-employs you? And could I make a warm bottle out of the magic cooler?
Hello, Rowanberry, Jnyusa, Frelga, and baby tuckoo. Thanks for the welcomes.
Ok, baby tuckoo, I got your pm (not that I understand it in the least ) and I know at least two fellows on TOB who are from Sacramento. Are you one of them?
Have a warm bottle from the cooler, but it's a white Russian, not formula. And editing that anarcho-syndicalist-catholic publication is something I can never talk about, as it's too much like a bunch of layabouts having a lark for me to want to go into details.
"Come a day there won't be room for naughty men like us to slip about at all."
to The Busker, a name don't recognize. But I look forward to getting to know you!
"Spirits in the shape of hawks and eagles flew ever to and from his halls; and their eyes could see to the depths of the seas, and pierce the hidden caverns beneath the world."
"Spirits in the shape of hawks and eagles flew ever to and from his halls; and their eyes could see to the depths of the seas, and pierce the hidden caverns beneath the world."
“There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
Hey, Wullfie!!!!11 Here's a little scratch behind the ears in welcome.
Great to see you here.
"Spirits in the shape of hawks and eagles flew ever to and from his halls; and their eyes could see to the depths of the seas, and pierce the hidden caverns beneath the world."