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So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near--

"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."

"It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you . . ."

"Yes, that is so," said the fox.

"But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.

"Yes, that is so," said the fox.

"Then it has done you no good at all!"

"It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields."


The Little Prince sat down again on the hillside, and stared into space.

"I thought you said you were going away," said the fox.

"Well, actually, I'm staying here," said the Little Prince, "but I'm going to refuse to speak to you, and if you get near me I'll shove you away. So it's sort of like leaving, only different."

"Fuck this tame shit," said the fox, and bit the Little Prince on the leg.


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So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near--

"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."

"It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you . . ."

"Yes, that is so," said the fox.

"But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.

"Yes, that is so," said the fox.

"Then it has done you no good at all!"

"It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields."


The Little Prince sat down again on the hillside, and stared into space.

"I thought you said you were going away," said the fox.

"Well, actually, I'm staying here," said the Little Prince, "but I'm going to refuse to speak to you, and if you get near me I'll shove you away. So it's sort of like leaving, only different."

"Fuck this tame shit," said the fox, and bit the Little Prince on the leg.


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I want some of whatever you are drinking/smoking/ingesting. That HAS to be good stuff! :D
 
I want some of whatever you are drinking/smoking/ingesting. That HAS to be good stuff! :D

Chateau de Annoyance, '73. Been uncorking it for a couple of weeks now.

I'll pour you a little taste, but don't drink it too fast or you'll end up biting someone.

bj
 
.......and the little princess said begone you rabid mutt if anyone is going to bite him it will be me!
 
So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near--

"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."

"It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you . . ."

"Yes, that is so," said the fox.

"But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.

"Yes, that is so," said the fox.

"Then it has done you no good at all!"

"It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields."


The Little Prince sat down again on the hillside, and stared into space.

"I thought you said you were going away," said the fox.

"Well, actually, I'm staying here," said the Little Prince, "but I'm going to refuse to speak to you, and if you get near me I'll shove you away. So it's sort of like leaving, only different."

"Fuck this tame shit," said the fox, and bit the Little Prince on the leg.


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*cofused and amused*
the color of the wheat fields?
um, by any chance did you wash down some 'shrooms with that fine vintage?
i want to be a fly on the wall inside your head, just for a day.

hi SB
hugs and smooches :rose:
 
*cofused and amused*
the color of the wheat fields?
um, by any chance did you wash down some 'shrooms with that fine vintage?
i want to be a fly on the wall inside your head, just for a day.

hi SB
hugs and smooches :rose:

The italicized part is actual text from The Little Prince. The rest is my own.

bj
 
Now is this the Prince formerly know as Artist?

Hi & hugs back Sassy! :kiss:
 
Today has been wet, cold and miserable. The electric radiator refuses to work and shuts itself off every so often.

One cheery moment I had was an e-mail from the editors of The New Yorker. It was a rejection, but they liked the poems I had sent them, saying they had "evident merit"

I've been trying to get into places like that for ages, their words made me happy
 
One cheery moment I had was an e-mail from the editors of The New Yorker. It was a rejection, but they liked the poems I had sent them, saying they had "evident merit"
I want you to know I've been dithering about this. Dithering.

Do I say, "congratulations!" and celebrate your rejection?

Or do I say "My condolences, Chris," and stomp on the incredibly positive fact that You Actually Got Encouraging Feedback From THE NEW YORKER! (I'm trying to avoid squealing like a 14-year-old girl as that would detract from my middle-aged gravitas here.)

Hmmmm.

I think I will just say, "You're doing well, and I'm not surprised," and put in my request now for a signed first edition copy of your first hardcover book.

:cool:
 
After serious & cautious consideration . . .

Your contract of friendship has been renewed for the New Year 2009!

It was a very hard decision to make. So try not to screw it up!!!

My Wish for You in 2009

May peace break into your house and may thieves come to steal your debts. May the pockets of your jeans become a magnet of $100 bills. May love stick to your face like Vaseline and may laughter assault your lips! May your clothes smell of success like smoking tires and may happiness slap you across the face and may your tears be that of joy. May the problems you had forget your home address! In simple words . . . May 2009 be the best year of your life!!!
 
So I got this guy I know a duvet. Which I know is not a really great guy gift and this guy is pretty hyper-masculine. He only wears very dull colors and refuses to cry at movies. He used to be in the military. But we are good enough friends that I have seen his tatty comforter and I know he keeps his apartment at close to freezing.

Still, I couldn't help laughing when he opened it and looked at me with disbelief as if to say, "You got me . . . Bedding???" Which wouldn't have been so weird if we were sleeping together but we're not. The fact is that duvets were on a huge sale so that it cost actually less than the video game that he probably would have liked more. I did almost make him cry when I said, "Yes. You'll never be cold again."

Is it mean that I found that oddly satisfying? Almost making him cry, I mean. :cattail:
 
Depends what way you found it saitsfying if it's the warm cuddly feeling of touching his heart it's ok
 
I think I was pleased at touching his heart but even more so that for a brief glimmer, I could see his being touched which isn't something one sees often with him. He's pretty guarded about emotions.
 
I love duvets so they would be right up there with diamonds for me.

Okay, not right up there but close.;)
 
Thanks, UYS. And Yay for duvets, Sara. I love them too. The hilarious thing is that my friend refuses to call it that. The word duvet is too femme sounding for him so he calls it a comforter. When I tried to get him to say duvet, he said "bidet?" :)
 
...this guy is pretty hyper-masculine. He only wears very dull colors and refuses to cry at movies.
So if he shows up someday wearing a Tommy Bahama shirt or trickles one or more tears when Old Yeller dies he ain't hypermasculine anymore? :rolleyes:



Personal disclosure: Black, gray, and dark blue are the colors of most of my casual wear, and my suit colors vary from charcoal gray to medium gray.

The medium gray is kind of wild, at least for me, but it is a concession to age and changes in hair color.

I have been known to wear a yellow tie, though (power thing, in the 80's, y'know—looked well with a blue shirt) and I refuse to watch To Kill a Mockingbird or It's a Wonderful Life a 'cause both of them make me physically ill with crying.
 
No then he is just plain masculine. :rolleyes: <- backatcha.

Charcoal Gray is yummy. It's the new black, totally. Again.

So if he shows up someday wearing a Tommy Bahama shirt or trickles one or more tears when Old Yeller dies he ain't hypermasculine anymore? :rolleyes:



Personal disclosure: Black, gray, and dark blue are the colors of most of my casual wear, and my suit colors vary from charcoal gray to medium gray.

The medium gray is kind of wild, at least for me, but it is a concession to age and changes in hair color.

I have been known to wear a yellow tie, though (power thing, in the 80's, y'know—looked well with a blue shirt) and I refuse to watch To Kill a Mockingbird or It's a Wonderful Life a 'cause both of them make me physically ill with crying.
 
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