Big Moon Tonight

[uujudy]

Just like last month's last full moon of 2008, this weekend's full moon is the biggest and brightest of 2009. It's a "perigee Moon" as much as 50,000 km closer to Earth than other full moons we'll see later this year.

Perigee moonlight shining through icy winter air can produce beautiful halos, coronas, moondogs and other atmospheric optics phenomena. Sample photos are featured on today's edition of Spaceweather.com.

[Boomer]

uu,

Thank you.

I always like it so much when you tell us to go outside and look up.

When I read your post just now, I jumped up from the computer here in the kitchen and went outside -- in freezing cold weather -- and looked East.

Alas, we are overcast tonight.

I will look again later. Maybe it will clear up.

And now, I just have to digress a little. It is what I do sometimes so consider yourself warned.

When I see a spectacular moon, I always think of that poem "The Highwayman." The opening stanza.

The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding, riding, riding,
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door......

Ohhhhh, maybe some of you remember the rest of that story.

I do so digress tonight.

But anyway, uu, I just want to say that even though there is nothing scientific about me, I really like it when you give us a heads up and I can go outside and think poetry. Thank you.

Boomer

[tony]

Oh, now I understand. When you said big moon I was thinking of something else.

[nONIE]

TONY!!!!!!!!:ohdear:

[Boomer]

Oh, now I understand. When you said big moon I was thinking of something else.


Ahem,

Mr. Tony, Mr. Admin, Sir:

We are tryng to have some intellectual discussion here.

Boomer

[Whalen]

uu,

Thank you.

I always like it so much when you tell us to go outside and look up.

When I read your post just now, I jumped up from the computer here in the kitchen and went outside -- in freezing cold weather -- and looked East.

Alas, we are overcast tonight.

I will look again later. Maybe it will clear up.

And now, I just have to digress a little. It is what I do sometimes so consider yourself warned.

When I see a spectacular moon, I always think of that poem "The Highwayman." The opening stanza.

The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding, riding, riding,
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door......

Ohhhhh, maybe some of you remember the rest of that story.

I do so digress tonight.

But anyway, uu, I just want to say that even though there is nothing scientific about me, I really like it when you give us a heads up and I can go outside and think poetry. Thank you.

Boomer

The words to The Highwayman were the first thing I ever "searched"
on th Internet, pre Google!


The Highwayman a poem by Alfred Noyes


The Highwayman

The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding
Riding riding
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door.

He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead, and a bunch of lace at his chin;
He'd a coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of fine doe-skin.
They fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots were up to his thigh!
And he rode with a jeweled twinkle
His rapier hilt a-twinkle
His pistol butts a-twinkle, under the jeweled sky.

Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
He tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred,
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter
Bess, the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

Dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim, the ostler listened--his face was white and peaked
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord's daughter
The landlord's black-eyed daughter;
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say:

"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart; I'm after a prize tonight,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light.
Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."

He stood upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair in the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the sweet black waves of perfume came tumbling o'er his breast,
Then he kissed its waves in the moonlight
(O sweet black waves in the moonlight!),
And he tugged at his reins in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.

He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon.
And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon,
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon over the purple moor,
The redcoat troops came marching
Marching marching
King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.

They said no word to the landlord; they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed.
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets by their side;
There was Death at every window,
And Hell at one dark window,
For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride.

They had bound her up at attention, with many a sniggering jest!
They had tied a rifle beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her. She heard the dead man say,
"Look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though Hell should bar the way."

She twisted her hands behind her, but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years,
Till, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!

The tip of one finger touched it, she strove no more for the rest;
Up, she stood up at attention, with the barrel beneath her breast.
She would not risk their hearing, she would not strive again,
For the road lay bare in the moonlight,
Blank and bare in the moonlight,
And the blood in her veins, in the moonlight, throbbed to her love's refrain.

Tlot tlot, tlot tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hooves, ringing clear;
Tlot tlot, tlot tlot, in the distance! Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding
Riding riding
The redcoats looked to their priming! She stood up straight and still.

Tlot tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment, she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight
Her musket shattered the moonlight
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him with her death.

He turned, he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the casement, drenched in her own red blood!
Not till the dawn did he hear it, and his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs in the golden noon, wine-red was his velvet coat
When they shot him down in the highway,
Down like a dog in the highway,
And he lay in his blood in the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.

And still on a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a gypsy's ribbon looping the purple moor,
The highwayman comes riding
Riding riding
The highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard,
He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred,
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter
Bess, the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair

The Highwayman
Alfred Noyes

[Boomer]

Hey Whalen,

Thanks.

Oh I know it's all sex and violence, but it is a beautiful poem. All those word pictures. All that moonlight.

Boomer

[homeball]

Yeah, if it wasn't snowing so hard, I'm sure it must be a beautiful site.

-Dave-

[Boomer]

Good morning,

uuj, I checked again late last night, but the Cincinnati sky had not cleared.

Moonlight. There is nothing like moonlight.

Maybe next time.

And, uu, please keep keeping us posted on the night sky.

Boomer

[tony]

You wanna hear about more big moons?

[Boomer]

You wanna hear about more big moons?

Ahem, Ahem, Ahem,

Mr. Tony, Mr. Admin, Sir:

We are trying to have a classy, intellectual discussion here, both scientific and poetic. Math and words -- all here. Both sides of the brain. How much more intellectual and classy could we get, huh?

And you, Mr. Tony, Mr. Admin, Sir, insist upon talking about....well......

How did you spend your youth, Mr. Tony, Mr. Admin, Sir? Did you and your buddies drive through town in a '57 Chevy mooning the locals? Something tells me.... maybe yes.....No?

Boomer

[golfnut]

we were out playing night golf last night at Saddlebrook, moon really helped light things up..............GN

[Best Mom]

A friend and I were out walking our dogs last night and the moon was just beautiful!:coolsmiley:

[Donna]

You wanna hear about more big moons?

http://www.millan.net/minimations/smileys/surprisedf.gif (http://www.millan.net) I am shocked!

[uujudy]

uu,

Thank you.

I always like it so much when you tell us to go outside and look up.

When I read your post just now, I jumped up from the computer here in the kitchen and went outside -- in freezing cold weather -- and looked East.
. . .
When I see a spectacular moon, I always think of that poem "The Highwayman." The opening stanza.

The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding, riding, riding,
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door......

Ohhhhh, maybe some of you remember the rest of that story.


But anyway, uu, I just want to say that even though there is nothing scientific about me, I really like it when you give us a heads up and I can go outside and think poetry. Thank you.

Boomer

Boomer, You're quite welcome! I'm sorry your weather didn't cooperate. The moon was lovely here last night. :coolsmiley:
Judy

[uujudy]

Whalen, Thanks for posting the entire poem.

I seemed to remember The Highwayman ending in bloody gunshots and death, and so it did! Now when I see the full moon I'll work very hard to replace that grisly image with:

"The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below;"

Thanks a LOT Whalen & Boomer! :yuck: :a20:

[uujudy]

TONY!!!
Oh man! You guys are all cracked! We have a glorious moon, and you're all talking about death & destruction, gunshots, and now bare bottoms! It will take a looong time for me to get these images out of my head!

In early December we had a spectacular conjunction of the crescent Moon and the planets, and somebody thought it was earthworm hunters on a hill. LOL
I can't wait to see what you come up with for the comet next month! :22yikes:

[Boomer]

Whalen, Thanks for posting the entire poem.

I seemed to remember The Highwayman ending in bloody gunshots and death, and so it did! Now when I see the full moon I'll work very hard to replace that grisly image with:

"The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below;"

Thanks a LOT Whalen & Boomer! :yuck: :a20:

Judy, Judy, Judy,

All you have to do is stop after the third stanza before you get to that jealous whackadoo, the stable guy. And all that other stuff.

See, if you stop there, then you are left with just the image of the hot bad guy on the horse, galloping along that "ribbon of moonlight" road. You know -- the breeches and the boots and the sword. You'll get the picture.

Try that next time.

Boomer

[uujudy]

Judy, Judy, Judy,

All you have to do is stop after the third stanza before you get to that jealous whackadoo, the stable guy. And all that other stuff.

See, if you stop there, then you are left with just the image of the hot bad guy on the horse galloping along that "ribbon of moonlight" road. You know -- the breeches and the boots and the sword. You'll get the picture.

Try that next time.

Boomer

Hahahaha! Boomer, I'm trying! I get the image of the hot bad guy and the tight breeches and "ribbon of moonlight" and (thanks to TONY!!!) the hot bad guy pulls down his breeches and moons everybody on the highway! I'm not sure if this is a bad thing... :1rotfl:
Judy

[Boomer]

Hahahaha! Boomer, I'm trying! I get the image of the hot bad guy and the tight breeches and "ribbon of moonlight" and (thanks to TONY!!!) the hot bad guy pulls down his breeches and moons everybody on the highway! I'm not sure if this is a bad thing... :1rotfl:
Judy

Noooooooooooooooo!!!!! Aaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuugh!!!!!!!!!

Boomer, never to be the same

[Whalen]

UU
Just try to focus on the "ribbon of moonlight", and not think about Tony's bottom.:1rotfl:

[uujudy]

Noooooooooooooooo!!!!! Aaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuugh!!!!!!!!!

Boomer, never to be the same

Boomer, I'm sorry. Truly. I was joking and I ruined it for you. Try clicking your heels together and saying "ribbon of moonlight... ribbon of moonlight... ribbon of moonlight"

UU
Just try to focus on the "ribbon of moonlight", and not think about Tony's bottom.:1rotfl:

Whalen, I'm clicking my heels together.
"ribbon of moonlight... ribbon of moonlight... ribbon of moonlight..."

(And forget I even mentioned "The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow..." I can just imagine what Tony will make of that!)

[Boomer]

Boomer, I'm sorry. Truly. I was joking and I ruined it for you. Try clicking your heels together and saying "ribbon of moonlight... ribbon of moonlight... ribbon of moonlight"



Whalen, I'm clicking my heels together.
"ribbon of moonlight... ribbon of moonlight... ribbon of moonlight..."

(And forget I even mentioned "The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow..." I can just imagine what Tony will make of that!)

JUDY!!!

OK.

I will try.

OK.

(Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.)

(Stay calm. Think "Ribbon of Moonlight." Think beautiful poetry.)

OK, Boomer, OK.

(Think beautiful poetry with moonlight in it.)

........................

OK.

"The moon never beams without bringing me dreams" of...................

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! AAAAAAAUUUUUUGH!!!!!!!

THE HORSE JUST GOT REPLACED WITH A '57 CHEVY!!!!

Boomer

[uujudy]

JUDY!!!

(Think beautiful poetry with moonlight in it.)

........................

OK.

"The moon never beams without bringing me dreams" of...................

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! AAAAAAAUUUUUUGH!!!!!!!

THE HORSE JUST GOT REPLACED WITH A '57 CHEVY!!!!

Boomer

Hahahahaha! Oh, I AM so sorry!
What color is the Chevy?

[Boomer]

Hahahahaha! Oh, I AM so sorry!
What color is the Chevy?


Judy, Judy, Judy,

You are indeed a fiend.

(turquoise and white and it has those fuzzy dice hanging from the mirror and I think I see fender skirts)

And now, I have to go explain to Mr. Boomer why I am sitting all alone in my kitchen laughing like some kind of lunatic -- lunatic -- lunatic. And I guess we all know where that word came from.

Boomer

[tony]

You people are way over my head. I stopped by to see about moon stuff, and I find you people talking about some guy.

Do I have it right that he was after the farmer's daughter, or some such woman? "I'm after a prize tonight," is what he said. I don't know about you, but I think I know what the prize was. Something to do with "new fallen snow?" (yuk . . poke . . . poke)

I have so much trouble with poetry.

The guy stops by for a "prize" and upsets the Brits. How did they get into this? Do the Brits protect their daughters with muskets? That could explain why the Prince of Wales looks like he does.

Are you folks veering slightly off the moon topic? :shrug:

[uujudy]

You people are way over my head. I stopped by to see about moon stuff, and I find you people talking about some guy.

Do I have it right that he was after the farmer's daughter, or some such woman? "I'm after a prize tonight," is what he said. I don't know about you, but I think I know what the prize was. Something to do with "new fallen snow?" (yuk . . poke . . . poke)

I have so much trouble with poetry.

The guy stops by for a "prize" and upsets the Brits. How did they get into this? Do the Brits protect their daughters with muskets? That could explain why the Prince of Wales looks like he does.

Are you folks veering slightly off the moon topic? :shrug:

Tony, just ever so slightly...
Boomer, I'm sorry. The devil moon made me do it.

[nONIE]

Hey Hey Tony,

Look whos talking! Me thinks you veered off the moon topic so far you fell in a crevice!!!!:1rotfl::1rotfl::1rotfl::1rotfl:

[tony]

Nonie, Nonie, Nonie,

Have you ever known me to engage in rambling conversations? Be honest now.

[uujudy]

Hey Hey Tony,

Look whos talking! Me thinks you veered off the moon topic so far you fell in a crevice!!!!:1rotfl:

Oh NONIE!!! You're as bad as Tony is!!! :1rotfl::1rotfl::1rotfl:
Ribbon of moonlight... ribbon of moonlight...

[Whalen]

"Are you folks veering slightly off the moon topic?"

Not really it's just become Tony's moon!
:1rotfl::1rotfl::1rotfl:

[nONIE]

Sorry, it was so ripe for the picking and the Manischewitz had everything to do with it! LOL

[Boomer]

Nuthin' wrong with a little veering.

Nuthin' wrong with a little Manischewitz.

Nuthin' wrong with a little howlin' at the moon.

But I do think Tony should have to read the poem all over again. And maybe record it so that we could click on something here on TOTV and be spellbound by his poetic interpretation of that whole "ribbon of moonlight" story. And he should make galloping sound effects, too.

Boomer

[tony]

I am really starting to suspect that you women are talking in some kind of code, tribal stuff that men don't understand for I am very lost and very afraid.

Crevice? Poetic interpretation? Galloping hooves?

Is this code something that is passed between women, and daughters, in the women's magazines? Like the fabric softener territory-marking thing?

[uujudy]

I am really starting to suspect that you women are talking in some kind of code, tribal stuff that men don't understand for I am very lost and very afraid.

Crevice? Poetic interpretation? Galloping hooves?

Is this code something that is passed between women, and daughters, in the women's magazines? Like the fabric softener territory-marking thing?

Yes, Tony.
Be afraid. Be very afraid. :icon_wink:
All you need to know is found in Snow Flower and the Secret Fan.

[Boomer]

Yes, Tony.
Be afraid. Be very afraid. :icon_wink:
All you need to know is found in Snow Flower and the Secret Fan.

UU,

You drove me to Amazon with that title. -- Interesting.

But I think I know what Tony meant about the "fabric softener territory marking thing."

Supposedly, single men do not use fabric softener. Therefore, if a man's clothes smell of fabric softener, he is married. The theory is that women use fabric softener to mark their territory. You know, kind of a "better not come sniffin' around my man" thing.

Well, we sure did jump track in this one. Can you imagine what could happen if we met up in a blue moon, even once.

......and I think it was all Tony's fault.

Boomer

[uujudy]

UU,

You drove me to Amazon with that title. -- Interesting.

But I think I know what Tony meant about the "fabric softener territory marking thing."

Supposedly, single men do not use fabric softener. Therefore, if a man's clothes smell of fabric softener, he is married. The theory is that women use fabric softener to mark their territory. You know, kind of a "better not come sniffin' around my man" thing.

Well, we sure did jump track in this one. Can you imagine what could happen if we met up in a blue moon, even once.

......and I think it was all Tony's fault.

Boomer

Boomer, Thanks for the info on the fabric softener. I never heard that, but it makes sense. I thought Tony meant that dryer sheets would keep bunnies and raccoons out of the garden! :laugh:

We sure did jump the track -- or the ribbon of moonlight. FYI there really will be a blue moon this year: December 31 at 19:11. Mark your calendar. :coolsmiley:

And yes, it was all Tony's fault! ;)
Now I have to go retrieve all those dryer sheets from the garden....

[tony]

What in the world with dryer sheets? Something about single women and dryer sheets?

[villages07]

Keep a dryer sheet in your pocket during love bug season ... it keeps the bugs away from you. So, you see, Boomer, in Florida (especially during love bug season), the dryer-sheet-marking-your-territory theory might be giving off false scents.

When the moon hits your eyes like a big pizza pie...

We're all Moonstruck!!!

[Whalen]

Keep a dryer sheet in your pocket during love bug season ... it keeps the bugs away from you. So, you see, Boomer, in Florida (especially during love bug season), the dryer-sheet-marking-your-territory theory might be giving off false scents.

When the moon hits your eyes like a big pizza pie...

We're all Moonstruck!!!

Tony, Tony, Tony...........What have you done?

[Talk Host]

There is not enough money in the world to make me post in this thread.

[Whalen]

There is not enough money in the world to make me post in this thread.

Who wouldda thought an innocent post about a full moon would end up here?:shrug: :laugh::laugh::laugh:

[uujudy]

Who wouldda thought an innocent post about a full moon would end up here?:shrug: :laugh:


Ain't that the truth? I'm afraid to post the info on viewing Venus today and the rest of the week.... Who knows where that will lead? :shrug: :laugh:

[tony]

Talk about Big Moons and Jan shows up. Hmmmm.

Judy's astronomical thread on the moon seem to induce lunacy in all the rest of you.

Good thing I'm sane.
:bowdown:

[Whalen]

Ain't that the truth? I'm afraid to post the info on viewing Venus today and the rest of the week.... Who knows where that will lead? :shrug: :laugh:

Venus, did you say Venus? I have a telescope!
I once saw the Rings of Saturn and the craters on the Moon!:bowdown:

[tony]

And who would ever name something Uranus?

And it has rings around it. You can look it up.

[Whalen]

And who would ever name something Uranus?

And it has rings around it. You can look it up.

Rings around Uranus? No comment.

:1rotfl::1rotfl::1rotfl:

[Boomer]

Uh Oh.

It is getting dangerously close to midnight. I must never allow myself to type after midnight.

Nonie blamed this Moonlight Madness on the Manischewitz. I hearya, Nonie. Oh my! I picked up a nice cab today at Kroger. And I ain't talkin' yellow taxi.

And, Hey TH, I heard it was you driving that '57 Chevy. And if you do not know what I am talking about (I seldom do) please see earlier post in this intellectual thread.

And Tony, you are indeed a troublemaker. And I have a feeling that you well know that no matter which syllable is accented in 'Uranus' you can so mess with that word.

And I do love a good stream of consciousness going on once in a while. Too much fun. A little howlin' at the moon can be good for us.

Boomer

[Barefoot]

I haven't read this thread, I thought it was just Judy howling at the moon again. Part wolf you know.

Now I find out I have to mark my man with Bounce so other women know he is taken.

These TOTV posts are just crammed full of useful information. :laugh:

[graciegirl]

Please. I beg you please, do NOT start on Uranus.

[tony]

Barefoot's here. It must mean they have a moon in Canada. I don't think they have fabric softener there.

And boomer is playing with planet pronunciations that are beyond me. I tried to bring this back on topic with scientific discussion about uranus, but I suspect we're being diverted again by a bunch of English majors. Where are the scientific people?

[chelsea24]

Please. I beg you please, do NOT start on Uranus.


GG, better Uranus than Myanus! :1rotfl:

Tony! Was that you moonwalking down Buenta Vista???:shocked:

[Boomer]

Please. I beg you please, do NOT start on Uranus.

Oh GG, thank you for trying to restore some dignity to this thread. As everyone surely knows, we Cincinnati girls are always quite dignified.

And Tony, Scientific. Schmientific. Everyone knows that in Greek mythology Uranus was known as Father of the Sky. He was married to Gaea, Mother of the Earth. Together they produced quite a brood. The Titans and the Cyclopes. Quite a house full of rug rats, huh.

(psssst...Hey, don't tell Tony, but I thought I had caught him. I was going to say, "Hey, Mr. Tony, Mr. Admin, Sir Science Guy, it is not Uranus with rings. It's Saturn that's got rings. I know stuff. I've seen 'National Geographic' a couple of times." -- But then, I looked it up and...uh oh, Uranus has rings, too.)

Boomer

[tony]

I have no idea what Chelsea is talking about. She must be delirious. I have never mooned in my life, and I will never it again, not on Buena Vista.

And now gracie is lecturing me. I didn't start this. It must have been some English major, and then the Cincy girls are trying to take it into the gutter.

Where are the physics majors to help get this back on scientific track.

You know when I was very young, when I got sick my grandma administered physics. It had something to do with Uranus, too, I think I remember.

[Barefoot]

Barefoot's here. It must mean they have a moon in Canada. I don't think they have fabric softener there.


It is true, we don't have fabric softener in Canada. We don't have electricity or any appliances. We wash our clothing in a creek and beat it with paddles, then hang it on the line to dry.

We smear our men with moose blubber to indicate ownership. Sara Palin taught the Canadians this trick.

[Whalen]

I have no idea what Chelsea is talking about. She must be delirious. I have never mooned in my life, and I will never it again, not on Buena Vista.

And now gracie is lecturing me. I didn't start this it was some English major, and then the Cincy girls are trying to take it into the gutter.

Where are the physics majors to help get this back on scientific track.

You know when I was very young, when I got sick my grandma administered physics. It had something to do with Uranus, too, I think I remember.

What has happened here?
Went to work, been gone for a while and come back to; mooning, myanus, "cincy girls gone wild' and grandma's physics, and to think it all started with celestial visions of the moon and venus and saturn and uranus:shocked:o my, o my, o my:shocked::shocked:

[Boomer]

What has happened here?
Went to work, been gone for a while and come back to; mooning, myanus, "cincy girls gone wild' and grandma's physics, and to think it all started with celestial visions of the moon and venus and saturn and uranus:shocked:o my, o my, o my:shocked::shocked:

Oh Whalen, I know. I was trying to be so dignified. Just trying to discuss poetry in relation to moonlight.

And then, well, you know what happened. Askew! Awry! Amuck, even! Off and running, for sure.

And then Mr. Tony, Mr. Admin, Sir, accused somebody of being an English major. An English major! Of all the nerve! Have you ever heard what Garrison Keillor does to English majors in those radio skits? Well, I certainly hope Mr. Tony does not think that I am an English major. I love to write in sentence fragments. I punctuate at will. And I am not going to stop. Hah! So how could I possibly be an English major.

And then, tonight, I was trying to put this thread out of my mind. I was listening to NPR. (even though I know that is the station that English majors probably listen to) Anyway, right there on NPR -- NPR of all places -- some guy with one of those soothing NPR voices started talking about how they have found methane gas on Mars!

Methane gas! On Mars! So what now? The Red Planet becomes the Blue Planet!!!!

And I know that I don't have to tell you which planet my mind wandered to when that guy started talking about methane gas.

Boomer

[tony]

Clearly the methane gas is from when the cow jumped over the moon.

You know what cows do most when they are standing around, mindlessly chewing like a former boss of mine.

[uujudy]

I spit coffee all over my keyboard. You guys are just toooo funny! Hilarious.
How on Earth (or Mars or the Moon) can I explain my lunatic laughter and the possible demise of the keyboard to Mr. Judy? Where in the world would I begin? :1rotfl::1rotfl::1rotfl:

In the interest of science (but with some trepidation), I posted this week's information about Venus. (SOME people are interested in science) Out of respect for the dignity of the Cincy Girls, the poets, the cows, the backwoods Canadians & Sarah Palin, the Chinese women, and anyone else who lives on Earth, I also posted a disclaimer.

[another Linda]

And to think I almost missed this!

[Whalen]

Clearly the methane gas is from when the cow jumped over the moon.

You know what cows do most when they are standing around, mindlessly chewing like a former boss of mine.


What a long and winding road we've gone down........all the way from the
Moon to cow farts:1rotfl::1rotfl::1rotfl::1rotfl:

[tony]

Begging Whalen's pardon, ma'am,
:bowdown:

but it appears you intimated that perhaps I spoke of bovine flatulence.

Not meaning to sound like an English Major, but I never said that.

:icon_bored:

[graciegirl]

Now back to Neptune and Uranus.

Oh by the way, Did you know that Boomer was abducted by aliens? She will tell you all about it.

[Boomer]

Now back to Neptune and Uranus.

Oh by the way, Did you know that Boomer was abducted by aliens? She will tell you all about it.

GG,

I bet Tony thinks that would be a whole lot better than being abducted by English majors. He was seen besmirching English majors again in that thread about Venus.

And Tony,

Here's a little piece of information for you. I just know you will find it quite interesting and oh so useful. You can bring it up at parties and you will be such a big hit.

So Tony, did you know that every poem written by Emily Dickinson can be sung to the tune of "The Yellow Rose of Texas"? Yep. Sure can. I bet you did not know that.

And Tony, it gets even better. As it turns out Emily Dickinson wrote a poem called "The Moon." Sure did. You could look it up. You could sing it. The whole thing. Sure could. To the tune of "The Yellow Rose of Texas." It works. Try it.

And just so you know, I cannot stand Emily Dickinson's poems. She was always hanging around the house, writing poems, all day, all night. And every single one, as far as I know, could be sung to the tune of "The Yellow Rose of Texas." What was she thinking?

Welllllll, you know what else? She had a thing for some gun-running preacher. But she just sent him poems all the time. Pretty much it. There is even a book about it. I think the title is "White Heat." But why in the heck did she not get up off her behind and go see the guy once in awhile. Just sent him poems. Geez!

So anyway, no English major would ever write mean things about Emily Dickinson's poems, nor would an English major spread vicious gossip about Emily D. (Sittin' around the house. Wearin' that white dress all the time. Sending poems to some guy she's hot for. Hellooooooo Emily, life's too short. Get up off that couch.) -- Or was it a settee?

So as you can tell, Tony, as the evidence piles up, I cannot be the English major of whom you are speaking. HAH!!

Boomer

[Whalen]

Begging Whalen's pardon, ma'am,
:bowdown:

but it appears you intimated that perhaps I spoke of bovine flatulence.

Not meaning to sound like an English Major, but I never said that.

:icon_bored:


Not flatulence, farts.
No English Major here.


Boomer,
Emily Dickensons poetry?
English Major.:bowdown: I'm with Tony on that one.

[tony]

I was trying to exercise my gentility.

I am quite polite and refined, you know. Ask Jan.

[Barefoot]

Tony, we asked Jan if you are a gentleman.

He said "Tony who?"