knights of the round table

the legend of stonehenge unfolds

?shi? and galahad

tristan and isolde

?helene? and ?nigel?

are you ready for some football?

kickoff

violets are blue, roses are red, and i love you

with the passing of another saint valentines day, i muse the deeds of saint valentine...

love is a wonderous bouquet of flowers...

how i love thee, let us count the ways...

violets are blue...

reds are yellow...

mayhap your valentine be mother nature...

the colors of the rainbow delight thy senses...

as your fabled courtyard fountain garners picket fences...

i attended a hackensack river keepers volunteer appreciation dinner and it was a most wonderous thing. we had a raffle with prizes for the attendees and i almost won a bowl of seashells.

mayhap you may decided to start a love affair with mother nature...

tryst or treat...

what kind of lawn doctor will you be?

saint charles place

taking a fond memory of the monopoly board game i discovered a lovely attire maker when i went to a local starbucks and procured the new york times...

i fell in love with the attire maker and was filled with warmth and exuberance in the delight of window shopping for attire...

lest us not hesitate to discover Charles Tyrwhitt

a seamster from jolly old London...

i love the justin lilac prince of wales and lemon pinpoint seasonal classic shirt...

wake up and smell the cheese

cheese is quite pungent and much likened to smelling salts...

the waft and smell of dairy products are sure to please thy orifice known as your mouth, lips, tongue and teeth...

for those with cow's milk intolerance the creation known as veggie shreds may delight thy mind and fill thy spirit...

i partake in the breaking of the cheese and this snapshot doth sayeth cheese...

praytell this view just isn't cheesey enough...

SO

gateway computers dictates that anykey, i mean anarchy, is too cheesey...

cut the cheese, and smell the odor of your eternal flame...

flame on, going supernova...

you are hired and may theodore roosevelt never get fired...

time to check out on president's day...

common ground

the sidewalks, streets, and avenues you put your feet upon are common ground...

the roadways, highways, bridges and tunnels your automobile's tires rubber doth slip and spin upon are common ground...

the airways, hallways, and buildings you work in are common ground...

and the plane of existence upon which you gaze are common ground...

will you be shocked by common ground...

of lice and len

i remember when my high school announced a screening procedure for lice, i was inundated with a feeling of dread...

when that fateful day passed and my hairy scalped was deemed free of lice i breathed a sigh of relief...

now a length time has passed and i peer through reflection's lens to ponder the signficance and meaning of lice...

the length of lice is four...

lice is timeless and thusly a precious harvestable treasure...

albeit as icky as it may seem...

lice does a body good...

drink lice, i say thee nay, it may be like milk, but not suitable for liquid thirst quenching...

beat like mike, like life and grow lice?...

hmm...

eat like al, ike life and row lice?...

about time

today is February 11, 2008

so tomorrow is February 12, 2008

but wait tomorrow may be February 11, 2009

that would make the day after February 11, 2010

wait...

until the day becomes February 11, 2400

then it would be February 12, 0001

we have the month day and hour, anybody remember what year it is?

ha ha time's up...

and casey has struck out...

there is no joy in mudville...

remember colombus day...

it's a wonderful life

for fans of the movie, one my don memory's garment and reminisce fondly about the bells of angel clarence...

for those who have not had the honor of the view, it is about the intracate tapestry of the bonding of beings and their complicated relationships...

when a bell rings, an angel goes to heaven...

and in the words of the famous poet edgar allan poe, for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee...

for those who have not a clear vision...try partaking in the feast of bell peppers...

babies R us

yes as a wee lad, i have went through much...
partakained in the sights and sounds surely of awe...

yet is has come time for me to drop anchor...


the shore of infinity is awashed with colors of my bloodied past...

it is nigh time to do the future...

fiddler on the roof...

dilfed

thorn

oefro

the running of the bulls...

dow 30000...
dow 30000...
dow 30000...

hurrah yea...

the running of the bulls in spain...

pamplona...

nay sirrah...

the tour of duty in india of the cows...

hurrah yea...

thusly in order for the dow to reach 3M, MMM, 1,000,000,000...

i do declare we must ordain a holy cow day and set the cows free to roam for 40 days and 40 nights...

phil rizzuto praise echos for eternity...

let the running of the bovines aka bullvines begin...

yes that does mean lou ferrigno's bruce banner hulk...

and mayhap not the attack of the killer tomatoes...