Not Natural

Ever have one of those movies...

... the type that you cannot watch without your whole life flashing before your eyes. Mine is Big Fish. That is my grandfather, Grandpa nee Francis. Just watched the end of it and i bawled for a good 10 minutes.

Grandpa, nobody could tell stories, even bid old whoppers like you could.

I miss you.

Culo. Or T.
:-D
Not Natural

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Listening to the Anvil Chorus (courtesy of Night at the Opera on TMC) and the Katydids outside are keeping rhythm. I know that shouldn't be weird, but it is.
:-D
Culo.
Not Natural

I love this song.

This Memorial Day, I would like my no readers th think about this song in its entirety.

America the Beautiful
Words by Katharine Lee Bates,
Melody by Samuel Ward


O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassioned stress
A thoroughfare of freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!

O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife.
Who more than self their country loved
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness
And every gain divine!

O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

O beautiful for halcyon skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the enameled plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till souls wax fair as earth and air
And music-hearted sea!

O beautiful for pilgrims feet,
Whose stem impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till paths be wrought through
wilds of thought
By pilgrim foot and knee!

O beautiful for glory-tale
Of liberating strife
When once and twice,
for man's avail
Men lavished precious life!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till selfish gain no longer stain
The banner of the free!

O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till nobler men keep once again
Thy whiter jubilee!


Till selfish gain no longer stain the banner of the free.
That is my new favourite line of the song.

Happy Memorial Day and be safe, all of you not reading this.
Culo.
Not Natural

After 2 and a half years...

I'm back in Linux.  Mind you it's only Ubuntu, which is like Baby's first open source operating system, but Slackware didn't like the Asus EEE 1000HD.  Still, after a little tweaking to get rid of the horrible, horrible Gnome (even David wouldn't help this Gnome) and getting KDE setup, it works a happy treat.  Once I get the programming interfaces up as well as the more...specialist... applications that I was once familiar with, well, this little netbook will probably be coming with me everywhere.

Yaaaaaaay!
Culo.