Comments on: Greetings from Alternate Reality!

By: Resriechan

Resriechan — Thu, 08 Oct 2009 08:08:47 +0000

@ Mary:

1) The CHARMS OF Duckweed? wow.
2) I looked over the link & particularly enjoyed the item entitled “Practical Duckweed”. Really got the brain headed in an entirely new direction than it has ever been before …………..like, to-tally.

By: Mary

Mary — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 17:27:14 +0000

The Charms of Duckweed Definitely duckweed.

By: Resriechan

Resriechan — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 22:10:32 +0000

@ RevWaldo: I deeply hope that you have now found some measure of healing.

By: Sarah Murphy

Sarah Murphy — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 19:26:49 +0000

Smurfday? Must be my Birfday! Oh global warming and the mucky muck.

By: Richard

Richard — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 15:21:43 +0000

It's like a combination of two little poems in one picture:

Algy had a bear
The bear grew bulgy
The bulge was Algy

Algy had a bath
The bath grew bilgy
The bilge was algae

By: Kar

Kar — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 14:58:40 +0000

Realizing that they’re losing their audience, the writers of “Lost” try a last ditch attempt to boost ratings.

By: Shana Richmond

Shana Richmond — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 03:48:07 +0000

Actually to me it looks like maybe sumone has just mowed and thats the grass particles?

By: Megan

Megan — Sun, 04 Oct 2009 20:29:44 +0000

Sharkbait broke the tank filter!

By: RevWaldo

RevWaldo — Sun, 04 Oct 2009 06:19:31 +0000

Santa – Did they say why, Knut, why they want to terminate my command?
Knut – I was sent on a classified mission, sir.
- It’s no longer classified, is it? Did they tell you?
- They told me that you had gone totally insane, and that your methods were unsound.
- Are my methods unsound?
- I don’t see any method at all, sir.
- I expected someone like you. What did you expect? Are you an assassin?
- I’m a polar bear.
- You’re neither. You’re an errand boy, sent by grocery clerks, to collect a bill. I’ve seen horrors… horrors that you’ve seen. But you have no right to call me a toy pusher, a business destroyer. You have a right to stop me. You have a right to do that… but you have no right to judge me. It’s impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror. Horror has a face… and you must make a friend of horror and mortal terror. If they are not then they are enemies to be feared. I remember when I was with Toys R Us. Seems a thousand centuries ago. We opened the doors on Christmas Eve at 4:00AM. We went into the back to restock the Tickle Me Elmos and this old man came running after us and he was crying. We went back there and there were two dozen shoppers crushed. There they were in a pile. A pile of toy shoppers. And I remember… I… I cried. I never want to forget it. And then I realized… These men who fought with their hearts, who had families, who had children, who were filled with love… but they had the strength… the strength… to do that. To win we would need to give the toys away. I thought that I had ten divisions of elves like those men we could build the toys for the year by late September, and distribute them in less than a day. You have to have elves who are moral… and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to make toys and give away without feeling… without passion… without judgment… without judgment. Because it’s judgment that defeats us…

[I too have seen the horrors you've seen, through different eyes - Ed.]

By: skippymom

skippymom — Sat, 03 Oct 2009 20:54:59 +0000

Goodnight everybody, about to shut down the ‘berry and go home. This has been a fun day, love from Skippy to Res and QD, et al.