Last night I got more upset over missing a raid than was probably rational, but after my post on rants everyone has been awesome, helping me understand how things work and not feel like I'm being a pain for contacting people while they are obviously busy.
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children England mourns for her dead across the sea, Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres, There is music in the midst of desolation And glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow, They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted, They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again, They sit no more at familiar tables of home, They have no lot in our labour of the daytime, They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires and hopes profound, Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight, To the innermost heart of their own land they are known As the stars are known to the night.
As the stars shall be bright when we are dust, Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain, As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, To the end, to the end, they remain.
Not a rave per se, but more just something to note.
"Faded away like the stars in the morning, Losing their light in the glorious sun, Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling, Only remembered for what we have done."
(D.M.A.): Cooper says, "Kyrra is either the most innocent person in the world, or the girl who uses the most innuendo seemingly unintentionally but really on purpose."
(D.M.A.): Cooper says, "Kyrra is either the most innocent person in the world, or the girl who uses the most innuendo seemingly unintentionally but really on purpose."
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children England mourns for her dead across the sea, Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres, There is music in the midst of desolation And glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow, They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted, They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again, They sit no more at familiar tables of home, They have no lot in our labour of the daytime, They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires and hopes profound, Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight, To the innermost heart of their own land they are known As the stars are known to the night.
As the stars shall be bright when we are dust, Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain, As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, To the end, to the end, they remain.
Not a rave per se, but more just something to note.
Our most important public holiday and the true Australia day.
So, what a Friday. Morning started okay because I woke up on time for once, and then I decided to go have a nice breakfast at the nearby hawker centre, freshly brewed Malaysian kopitiam coffee FTW. And then I got stuff done so I was yay! But then Machiavellian stuff made me and then by the time I came home I was all woe because of feelings and stuff. But then I got news of cool stuff, and then some more cool stuff happened so I am all
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Conclusion: Friday is WIN because boys will come and go, but publication is forever!
Lmao so our product tester was snoozing and someone was about to ask him a question and noticed he'd fallen asleep, and we weere about to prank him and we noticed he'd fallen asleep with his finger on the backspace key, and he had an empty word document open in front of him.
I cannot wait until he wakes up
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One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important
Lmao so our product tester was snoozing and someone was about to ask him a question and noticed he'd fallen asleep, and we weere about to prank him and we noticed he'd fallen asleep with his finger on the backspace key, and he had an empty word document open in front of him.
I cannot wait until he wakes up
Pics or it didn't happen
"Faded away like the stars in the morning, Losing their light in the glorious sun, Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling, Only remembered for what we have done."
A quick turn-around on a typo. It's a small thing, but quick action on the part of admins always feels kind of like a win. I wish there was a shrine somewhere to Gods of Thankless Tasks so I could show my appreciation.
It is amazing how a hair cut, can make you feel like a new man and a few pounds lighter too! Pair that with the absolutely gorgeous and overdue whether here in NE and I would almost dare to call this a nice day.
Well, they are not mine, they're wild! They popped out of the woods, I threw out some bread, and they came running. They were nice and plump though! Their breast tufts are so awesome. Turkey is by far my favorite food...
(D.M.A.): Cooper says, "Kyrra is either the most innocent person in the world, or the girl who uses the most innuendo seemingly unintentionally but really on purpose."
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One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important
For the Fallen — Laurence Binyon (1869–1943)
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children
England mourns for her dead across the sea,
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow,
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again,
They sit no more at familiar tables of home,
They have no lot in our labour of the daytime,
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires and hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the night.
As the stars shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
Losing their light in the glorious sun,
Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling,
Only remembered for what we have done."
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One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important
Hugs from Charlie :x :x :x
Bestest Friday ever. Surprise visits are so :x
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Conclusion: Friday is WIN because boys will come and go, but publication is forever!
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One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important
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Losing their light in the glorious sun,
Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling,
Only remembered for what we have done."
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One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important
Oh and I feed the turkeys.
Meow, meow, etc.
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