Category Archives: Things that make you go Hmmm

To commemorate the end of the world (12/21/2012) I thought it would be a good time to strip Buddypress from the site. It was a good try but I just don’t think we need the functionality of BP on the site. Definitely not enough users here to warrant the visual limitations imposed by BP.

So, if the site ends up being lobotomized by this, I can always blame it on the Mayans.

Decoration Day

Sleep, comrades, sleep and rest
On this Field of the Grounded Arms,
Where foes no more molest,
Nor sentry’s shot alarms!

Ye have slept on the ground before,
And started to your feet
At the cannon’s sudden roar,
Or the drum’s redoubling beat.

But in this camp of Death
No sound your slumber breaks;
Here is no fevered breath,
No wound that bleeds and aches.

All is repose and peace,
Untrampled lies the sod;
The shouts of battle cease,
It is the Truce of God!

Rest, comrades, rest and sleep!
The thoughts of men shall be
As sentinels to keep
Your rest from danger free.

Your silent tents of green
We deck with fragrant flowers
Yours has the suffering been,
The memory shall be ours.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1882

We think, sometimes, there’s not a dragon left.
Not one brave knight, not a single princess gliding through secret forests, enchanting deer and butterflies with her smile.

We think sometimes that ours is an age past frontiers, past adventures.
Destiny, it’s way over the horizon; glowing shadows galloped past long ago, and gone.

What a pleasure to be wrong.

Princesses, knights, enchantments and dragons, mystery and adventure . . . not only are they here-and-now; they’re all that ever lived on earth!

Our century, they’ve changed cloths, of course. Today dragons wear Government-costumes, failure-suits and disaster-outfits. Society’s demons screech, whirl down on us should we lift our eyes from the ground, dare we turn right at corners we’ve been told to turn left. So crafty have appearances become that princesses and knights can be hidden from each other, can be hidden from themselves.

Yet masters of reality still meet us in dreams to tell us that we’ve never lost the shield we need against dragons, that blue-fire voltage arcs through us now to change our world as we wish.

Intuition Whispers: We’re not flesh, we’re Magic!

-Richard Bach: The Bridge Across Forever

This lovely creature was spotted swimming down the hill from my house the other day. Nature is awesome!

Well this shows the furries around the world, well most seem to be in the US but not all, seems many in Texas even, wth…