They have a hell of a life.
All he wants to do is get something to eat, and how hard should that be? Well pretty damn hard if you're a predator.
For one thing, when you're a predator, something is always trying to keep you from getting what you need-- and usually it's the food itself! I mean, really! It happens every fucking day, you spend all this time and energy looking and looking. Then if you finally get lucky you find something.
Yes. There it is, your mouth
ok so in the Bardic tradition of magic (no I didnt play D&D, but i did bite the head off a dove while listening to Ozzy) the idea is that a bard could change the circumstances of your life (usually for the worse) by basically crafting a story about you. This is something that Sax Rohmer, creator of Fu Manchu, referenced in his "romance of sorcery". This is something we see with mythology as well. The western tradition is a kind of aggregator of various jewish, greek, zoroastrian and
Originally Posted by SnM
It's more like the undead Blab now. Or a ghost Blab. The Syrians really wrecked the place, and my sympathies and my thanks to our hosts for reconstituting and continuing it.
It's too bad. It was once a vibrant cyber town square of general talk about Knoxville and wide-ranging topics, and while it was slowly losing relevance, the cyberterror attack has clearly hastened its decline. I'm sure it will linger for some time though.
a test to see if it is possible to post here.
Originally Posted by earlnemo
...but there will be no goddamn ants on my countertop when it burns.
The rains washed the poison off the foundation while I was gone. There are two trails coming in out of the front flower bed, up through the wall and onto the kitchen counter via a little crack at the bottom of the upper cabinets. Smelly Ants. Tapinoma sessile. When I found them this morning they were working on a plate left by the sink, Popeye's chicken bones from last night I was saving to bait the coon traps.