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Postby E-lad » Sun Oct 03, 2010 5:36 pm

'Tis a great day in Steeler Country!

Yesterday afternoon, our son called and said he'd fly up to watch the Steeler's game today, and bring a couple of his mates along if we would put up with them, which means in college speak- "If you will feed us."
I asked how many, and he said he'd be flying a four seater Cessna. So I bought a six lb. top sirloin roast and slow roasted it to pefection. Made macaroni salad, and a huge veggie tray; gonna make the classic "Beef on Wick" sandwiches at half time.
Mrs Froggie picked them up at the airport about an hour ago and WTF? Sonny is six feet tall and the other three are equal or taller. They've already finished off a pile of veggies, two large bags of potato chips and dip and a gallon of orange mango juice!

Now Cole (Sonny's high school cronie) and Justin (another one) rolled in to watch the game; that's six 20 year old boys. It's like the good 'ol days. We've got four TVs on. Even better, Pittsburgh scored, 7-0 with 2 minutes left in the first quarter.

I am glad he's gone to college. There is no way I could afford to feed these Nimrods every Sunday..........

I hope you are all having a good day!
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Re: Steelers!

Postby MacGyverJr » Sun Oct 03, 2010 7:27 pm

E-lad wrote:I am glad he's gone to college. There is no way I could afford to feed these Nimrods every Sunday..........


I think the term you were looking for is Nephilim...

/there were giants in those days
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Re: Steelers!

Postby E-lad » Sun Oct 03, 2010 7:56 pm

MacGyverJr wrote:
E-lad wrote:I am glad he's gone to college. There is no way I could afford to feed these Nimrods every Sunday..........


I think the term you were looking for is Nephilim...

/there were giants in those days


I stand corrected, Mac! My spawn are the the Nephilim! They eat you out of house and home!

Steelers- 14, Baltimore 10. one minute left in the fourth quarter.

I'm going to transport these kids back to the airport (only 15 minute away) who cares when we have such a great group of kids.
I wanna tell ya, the game of life is fucking awesome. Toe- dally awesome.

Shit fuck piss. The Ravens just scored- Score now 17-14 with 32 seconds to go.
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Re: Steelers!

Postby E-lad » Sun Oct 03, 2010 7:58 pm

Steelers loose it. First loss of the season.

'lksadjrtpoi34ujtpiu3rpitjuq3p4igtj!......!
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Re: Steelers!

Postby Benjamin Franklin » Sun Oct 03, 2010 8:42 pm

E-lad wrote:Steelers loose it. First loss of the season.

'lksadjrtpoi34ujtpiu3rpitjuq3p4igtj!......!



Froggy, I'm sorry for your loss.
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Re: Steelers!

Postby rufustfirefly » Sun Oct 03, 2010 9:35 pm

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,.
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,
Nameless here forevermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
" 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;---
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word,
Lenore?, This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
"Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice.
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
" 'Tis the wind, and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door.
Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore.
Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore."
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door,
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered;
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before;
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore,---
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never---nevermore."

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore --
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath
Sent thee respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore:
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me I implore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels name Lenore---
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted---nevermore!


What is the title of this poem?
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Re: Steelers!

Postby Weemaryanne » Sun Oct 03, 2010 10:47 pm

"The Raven", by Edgar Allan Poe.

Why ask?
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Re: Steelers!

Postby E-lad » Mon Oct 04, 2010 10:10 am

Please be quiet. I'm in a state of mourning........ Y*:((
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Re: Steelers!

Postby zilch » Mon Oct 04, 2010 1:09 pm

Weemaryanne wrote:"The Raven", by Edgar Allan Poe.

Why ask?


So smrtypants Wee knows the title to this poem. So what? I had it memorized by the time I was two- in Chinese. In my own translation. So there.
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Re: Steelers!

Postby Stoned Immaculate » Mon Oct 04, 2010 4:30 pm

E-lad wrote:Please be quiet. I'm in a state of mourning........ Y*:((



Could be worse froggie, I'm a diehard Lions fan Y*~X(
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