JamesSavik

Southern chatelaines are known for running their homes like a Drill Instructor. Lord help you if you do something to make a mess or put her operations behind. Nothing at all can help if she calls you out with your full name. "James Edward Savik, get in here!" Oh, crap.

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A couple that aren't listed in the dictionary but are fun to use: Ewww! - a term of disgust. Ewww! Why do you hug me when you're all sweaty? P U! -as in something stinks. P U! Something in the garbage reeks!

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It hasn't got its hooks in you good yet.

I saw a prompt on Reddit I couldn't resist. A prankster in the future rigged a tank with speakers blasting heavy metal, traveled back to the 1400s, and went on a 2 month havoc filled joyride. Now in 2022 you are reading the legends born from those that witnessed this event. __________________________________________________________________ Trouble in the Provinces "Angus laddie, whatever is that bloody racket? "It sounds like thunder sire." "Is that music?" "Aye sire. After a fashion, I suppose." Say your prayers, little one Don't forget, my son To include everyone "That's... decidedly odd. It sounds like it's coming this way. " The Leopard A3A1 series main battle tank roared into view at a little over sixty KPH leaping over the rise throwing up a rooster tail of mud and debris. The two astonished Scotsmen peed their kilts with mouths agape as the monster with 500 watt PA speakers blared as it roared by on its unknowable mission. I tuck you in, warm within Keep you free from sin Till the Sandman he comes Sleep with one eye open Gripping your pillow tight The young prince looked astonished and asked, "Did ya see that Angus?" "No sire. Dint see a bloody thing and neither did you if ya know what's good for you."

My knees are a good case in point when the weather is cold and damp. This morning they sound like a bowl of rice crispies.

I don't think so. People are getting sick of it, and the Karen's that bitch about their pronouns are making them even sicker.

This vid was done in 2014 by 6th graders. They are still playing together and strong in the force. Mixed Up Everything are four Aussie brothers, and they are astonishing. They started out playing covers as grade schoolers and now have two or three albums out. They can play anything and play it well.

i. My dream took me back to last winter. I was still recovering from the grief, coming to grips with my inheritance and what it all meant. It wasn’t just the nice stack I had anticipated, but a vast fortune and an even bigger responsibility. That wealth could do great things but, I had to be smart and diligent to make that happen. I could still play and have fun but, there was no way I would let myself blow it. There was a lot to learn but, Dad had it all set up and running like a machine.

It's all a salacious libel that the litmus test for people I spot for at the gym while they are doing bench presses depends on the shapeliness of their legs. Truthfully, it's more about their pecs. 😎

The news plays its diurnal dirge and I diurnally ignore it.

This is what I listen to inside my earbuds instead of war and madness.

When a certain politician we all know and loathe gives a speech, his vaunted tabula rasa intellect makes everything he says sound like a walrus barking: derp, derp, derp!

Here's a pretty good example of a round-robin. Collision If you want to do one of these, you will need to agree on several things. When we did Collision, we created and distributed a document called the Game Plan. In this document, we set the ground rules and then let the individual authors run with it to flesh it out. In the Game Plan, you have to set up characters, setting and the ground rules for authors to agree on (No Brian, there won't be a zombie apocalypse during your chapter bro). From there, get going.

When I first looked at this, I thought it said propositions and got here ASAP. 😎

In 2011 The Dear Hunter, a progressive rock band, released an album that intrigued me since I heard its premise. The Color Spectrum is a concept album composed of nine EPs each corresponding to the colors black, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet and white. Each color is interpreted in a series of four songs that invoke the flavor, emotion and feel of those colors. It was so unique I've been curious about it for years. I finally found a copy of it on eBay and have been jamming on it all day. Well... most of the day. It runs over two and a half hours. "Deny it All" comes from "Red". They're four songs per the nine colors explored and comes on three CDs. Finding something unique is like picking the winning lottery. The corporate muzak environment where everything sounds alike. I'm looking for the road less traveled. The whole thing is on YouTube if you're curious to hear more.

Forgetting the CovIdiocy pandemic seemingly overnight, today the mainstream media is fraught with worry over the invasion of a Eurasian money laundering operation... err, I mean country. 😆

This is amazing.

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This is the sound I grew up on. Happily, it's alive, well and growing. Old or new, it's a trip. ___________________________________________ Classic: New:

Absentia Inside my headphones, I can block it all away, Not listen to what they say. Inside my headphones, It doesn’t matter anyway, No one can shit on my day. Cool jazz, classic rock, metal or house, I listen to my own beat, quiet as a mouse, I can’t care for life’s random shit, I have had enough of it. Inside my headphones, Things finally make sense, It is my only defense.

Chester Cheetah after bong hits and Cheetos.