Sorry for the delay in returning, dear ladies, but I've been rather pre-occupied of late with various comings and goings. Trust you understand.
On a separate, but related note (and forgive me, perhaps for steering us towards that other, little topic) I thought this headline (& SURELY not without some hilarity below) might be of some interest? And perhaps the piece in question might cause a few wry grins, to boot, taboo too, to two beautes indeed!
PS agreed about the Directive. At least I think so. Far more tasteful to forward around such lovely selections by another mode of transport, don't you think..?
One quick question though: regarding Funwall, and Facebook, are these appropriate for our purposes? I seek clarity, from the majesty, of Art
Truth is, I'm slowly folding myself into Facebook [where some family members play] and MySpace, where my most loved, and always spectacular, others reside.
Don't worry about the Directive. It's more a way to console my own self when things are too much with me. I've already violated it tonight.
Email me and I'll introduce you to some of my friends in those other spaces, and you can do the same with/for me.
I just read your link, and what I want to know is...why aren't they building links to us?! They should be forging useful, entertaining relationships with those of us who are on the ground, connected, in touch with the very modern world.
I've lost count of the number of police officers - of both varieties, little old lady protectors and bigoted psychopath -who've previously said to me (when politely requested/told to stop enforcing the various anti-democratic laws of the state-in-question): well, yes I would - if only it wasn't for the mortgage, or the kitchen needing refurbishing, or the patio, or whatever..
But isn't it unbelievable the state we've got in UK. Talk about a 'system not fit for purpose'.. to coin the recently out-gone Home Secretary's exact - and I mean, exact - words. It's got so bad here now that most of us've completely lost track of all the mad things that keep occurring with them at the helm, May the farce be with us
Gorgeous Irl yes, will of course attempt email contact as suggested, and trust we can make some nice exchange.
Talking of coinage, and exchange: i can't wait for V's next creation. Your blog is truly a joy to behold, and with Sweetie at the top, one will always be victorious,
Mark, I was having a discussion with a local journalist about pretty much this same topic. Our city recently approached a block of buildings with an eye to acting as go-between for real estate agencies.
When one of the shops refused to even consider selling, they were suddenly slapped with a long list of buidling violations, forcing them to close for several days in order to make repairs (which were mostly cosmetic.)
None of this information or statement of intention from the city ever came into city council meeting minutes. They, along with so many governments on so many different levels, attempt to rule by intimidation. The only way to combat that is to resist such intimidation with a crystal clear understanding of one's rights and strong legal argument and precedence. In a common law state, it should be relatively easy to research such precedence and argue one's case on that basis. I am not a lawyer, but I would encourage everyone to use the Internet to read actual case law. Also, to obtain copies of city codes and ordinances. Knowledge is power.
And, by the way, when a good decision has been made the language flows with a majesty which borders on Art.
But here we are, speaking of politics on this beautiful weekend, when our Hostess has already mentioned how fatigued she is of that subject. I say, let's break out the silks, the coin belts, the zils and the derbouka... and DANCE!
She is indeed... a cutiepie, de artiste` gosh what a talent.
Mark, (LTNC) and pre-occupied of late myself, you know, scientology isn't all bad. Afterall it has granted Mr.Impossible Mission, license to give all his wive's thier own regular pre-natal sonograms... I wonder though why they conveiniently forgot the instruction manual on how to regularily "callibrate" the machine, (which according to the OBGYN's I worked for a number of years...) about every one to two months of use need to be, so as not to cause harm to "humans." Perhaps they found prayer callibrates them just fine? I would endeavor to tap on the shoulder of the blue cajoned one's and... but I feel Directive's pointer tapping me behind the shoulder a bit and sick to death with endless whit on fascism as a fashion statement.
V, that must have been one "special" wind.... on the very same date of this very same post... I was frolicking in the bathwater-warm aqua waters of the Caribean, and it WAS extremely windy; so windy in fact the 5-star had riptide warnings for the first two days. So I was ever so careful to only venture in waist deep, lest there be a drowning of the B. Although I would thoroughly enjoy being a fly on the wall of that muted and murmured RIP. Truely. After the first Merengue lesson though,I had completely forgotten all about that annoying wind... what with daily pampering at spa, sailing, scuba lessons and 6 restaurant's of food more divine than all I have tasted in any country. I may even have some melon carving contest's somewhere, or not... in the hundreds of pictures taken. They take all that cullinary training veeery seriously...but you wouldn't know it by the deserts:they sucked. I am used to the artery-clogging delicacie's of the French. This particular beachfront though was all about catering to the nuances of sundired eurotrash... but watching that spectacle was a clear second place to spotting scandalous-but-not-yet-divorced celebre` trying in vain to hide surrepticiously behind last decade's sunglasses, while I was getting a marvelous tan.
Irl... I am so veeery happy to see you're back again in spite of yourself, lol. I hope you didn't mind I borrow your endearing term about that trash, somebody eles's trash and all variety of trash, it was just so appropo... minus them, the native scenery, jungle walks, snorkeling among the Parrot fish, Manta and Angel in and out of cenote's and inlet's and the indigenous were utterly beautiful.
... back to heaps and being a fly on the wall of it all.
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Wow, what a face!
Sorry for the delay in returning, dear ladies, but I've been rather pre-occupied of late with various comings and goings. Trust you understand.
On a separate, but related note (and forgive me, perhaps for steering us towards that other, little topic) I thought this headline (& SURELY not without some hilarity below) might be of some interest? And perhaps the piece in question might cause a few wry grins, to boot, taboo too, to two beautes indeed!
Intergalactic tyrants beware: the boys in blue are after you
PS agreed about the Directive. At least I think so. Far more tasteful to forward around such lovely selections by another mode of transport, don't you think..?
One quick question though: regarding Funwall, and Facebook, are these appropriate for our purposes? I seek clarity, from the majesty, of Art
God, I have missed you! But now all's well.
Truth is, I'm slowly folding myself into Facebook [where some family members play] and MySpace, where my most loved, and always spectacular, others reside.
Don't worry about the Directive. It's more a way to console my own self when things are too much with me. I've already violated it tonight.
Email me and I'll introduce you to some of my friends in those other spaces, and you can do the same with/for me.
I just read your link, and what I want to know is...why aren't they building links to us?! They should be forging useful, entertaining relationships with those of us who are on the ground, connected, in touch with the very modern world.
Oh, right, we don't have massive sums of cash.
Mark, your headline story gave me chills, not a wry grin!
But I couldn't have said it better than Irlandesa. Obviously, somebody is benefitting handsomely from such a strange arrangement.
I'm staying in the tent until the sandstorm blows over and all danger of being swallowed up by the desert has passed.
You are right, it's about the cash.
I've lost count of the number of police officers - of both varieties, little old lady protectors and bigoted psychopath -who've previously said to me (when politely requested/told to stop enforcing the various anti-democratic laws of the state-in-question): well, yes I would - if only it wasn't for the mortgage, or the kitchen needing refurbishing, or the patio, or whatever..
But isn't it unbelievable the state we've got in UK. Talk about a 'system not fit for purpose'.. to coin the recently out-gone Home Secretary's exact - and I mean, exact - words. It's got so bad here now that most of us've completely lost track of all the mad things that keep occurring with them at the helm, May the farce be with us
Gorgeous Irl yes, will of course attempt email contact as suggested, and trust we can make some nice exchange.
Talking of coinage, and exchange: i can't wait for V's next creation. Your blog is truly a joy to behold, and with Sweetie at the top, one will always be victorious,
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Mark, I was having a discussion with a local journalist about pretty much this same topic. Our city recently approached a block of buildings with an eye to acting as go-between for real estate agencies.
When one of the shops refused to even consider selling, they were suddenly slapped with a long list of buidling violations, forcing them to close for several days in order to make repairs (which were mostly cosmetic.)
None of this information or statement of intention from the city ever came into city council meeting minutes. They, along with so many governments on so many different levels, attempt to rule by intimidation. The only way to combat that is to resist such intimidation with a crystal clear understanding of one's rights and strong legal argument and precedence. In a common law state, it should be relatively easy to research such precedence and argue one's case on that basis. I am not a lawyer, but I would encourage everyone to use the Internet to read actual case law. Also, to obtain copies of city codes and ordinances. Knowledge is power.
And, by the way, when a good decision has been made the language flows with a majesty which borders on Art.
But here we are, speaking of politics on this beautiful weekend, when our Hostess has already mentioned how fatigued she is of that subject. I say, let's break out the silks, the coin belts, the zils and the derbouka... and DANCE!
DUM, DUM, te-ka, tek, DUM, te-ka, tek, te-ka DUM, DUM...!
She is indeed... a cutiepie, de artiste` gosh what a talent.
Mark, (LTNC) and pre-occupied of late myself, you know, scientology isn't all bad. Afterall it has granted Mr.Impossible Mission, license to give all his wive's thier own regular pre-natal sonograms... I wonder though why they conveiniently forgot the instruction manual on how to regularily "callibrate" the machine, (which according to the OBGYN's I worked for a number of years...) about every one to two months of use need to be, so as not to cause harm to "humans." Perhaps they found prayer callibrates them just fine? I would endeavor to tap on the shoulder of the blue cajoned one's and... but I feel Directive's pointer tapping me behind the shoulder a bit and sick to death with endless whit on fascism as a fashion statement.
V, that must have been one "special" wind.... on the very same date of this very same post... I was frolicking in the bathwater-warm aqua waters of the Caribean, and it WAS extremely windy; so windy in fact the 5-star had riptide warnings for the first two days. So I was ever so careful to only venture in waist deep, lest there be a drowning of the B. Although I would thoroughly enjoy being a fly on the wall of that muted and murmured RIP. Truely. After the first Merengue lesson though,I had completely forgotten all about that annoying wind... what with daily pampering at spa, sailing, scuba lessons and 6 restaurant's of food more divine than all I have tasted in any country. I may even have some melon carving contest's somewhere, or not... in the hundreds of pictures taken. They take all that cullinary training veeery seriously...but you wouldn't know it by the deserts:they sucked. I am used to the artery-clogging delicacie's of the French. This particular beachfront though was all about catering to the nuances of sundired eurotrash... but watching that spectacle was a clear second place to spotting scandalous-but-not-yet-divorced celebre` trying in vain to hide surrepticiously behind last decade's sunglasses, while I was getting a marvelous tan.
Irl... I am so veeery happy to see you're back again in spite of yourself, lol.
I hope you didn't mind I borrow your endearing term about that trash, somebody eles's trash and all variety of trash, it was just so appropo...
minus them, the native scenery, jungle walks, snorkeling among the Parrot fish, Manta and Angel in and out of cenote's and inlet's and the indigenous were utterly beautiful.
... back to heaps and being a fly on the wall of it all.
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