skype, pineapples, and talking munchkins

thought one: sorry... skype just can't fix everything...

3. What You should and should not expect from Skype

3.1 No Warranties:
Installing Skype Software enables You to communicate with other people. Skype
cannot guarantee that You will always be able to communicate with other people,
nor can Skype guarantee that You can communicate without disruptions, delays or
communication-related flaws or that all Your communications shall always be
delivered to other people.

hahahaha. is that as funny to other people as it is to me? that is seriously funny to me. somethings are just operator problems, i guess. don't sue them.

5.You should not submit comments or keywords or any information that is
unlawful, offensive, abusive, indecent, obscene, racist, discriminatory or
menacing or which does, or is intended to, cause annoyance, inconvenience or
worry, or which is fraudulent or defamatory.

so that's the part where we take a vow of silence...

thought two: epiphanies from science worksheets

it just hit me... a pineapple plant takes in sunshine and makes... pineapples.

what a wonderful world. makes me want to be a little more productive myself. what do i do with sunshine?!

thought three: munchkinisms

me to munchkin #18, who was back in his old spot after having been removed for reasons of excessive verbosity:
"didn't i move you forever and ever?"

munchkin 18:
"i get lonely."

***

when i read in the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe about the witch's mob shaving Aslan:
munchkin 5, distressed: "Aghh! They turned him into a girl!"

***

munchkin 18, during an intense part in the same chapter:

"i need a moment."

A Hymn: O God of Earth and Altar

A Hymn: O God of Earth and Altar

O God of earth and altar,
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die;
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
But take away our pride.

From all that terror teaches,
From lies of tongue and pen,
From all the easy speeches
That comfort cruel men,
From sale and profanation
Of honour and the sword,
From sleep and from damnation,
Deliver us, good Lord.

Tie in a living tether
The prince and priest and thrall,
Bind all our lives together,
Smite us and save us all;
In ire and exultation
Aflame with faith, and free,
Lift up a living nation,
A single sword to thee.

- G.K. Chesterton

gracias, Timber.

you know it's thursday when...

you find yourself ...

~thinking: "Why is he going so slow? oh yeah... it's snowing... and we're on a bridge... and those are those things that freeze...Thank God for people smarter than I..."

~saying: "You need to have your test finished before we go to LeTournity.... i mean..."

~ collecting: in my brain i collect things that are not overrated. snow is on that list. how good to be alive in a world where snow exists...

~ snowballing: children are also on that list. and children + snow = numb fingers, wet hair, and these wonderful things we remember all through our lives....

bendito sea Dios, Father of all good and perfect gifts...
like Thursdays, for example.