Happy Valentine’s Day

February 14, 2020


You gotta have heart

February 13, 2020


Wednesday weirdness

February 12, 2020

If you’re old enough to have studied Latin back in your youth, this should bring back memories.

(UPDATE: The video I originally posted was far superior to this one, but YouTube deleted it for some reason.)

Amo, amas, I love a lass
As a cedar tall and slender;
Sweet cowslip’s grace is her nominative case,
And she’s of the feminine gender.

  Rorum, corum, sunt divorum,
  Harum, scarum divo;
  Tag-rag, merry-derry, periwig and hat-band
  Hic hoc horum genitivo.

Can I decline a nymph divine?
Her voice as a flute is dulcis.
Her oculus bright, her manus white,
And soft, when I tacto, her pulse is.

  Rorum, corum, sunt divorum,
  Harum, scarum divo;
  Tag-rag, merry-derry, periwig and hat-band
  Hic hoc horum genitivo.

Oh, how bella my puella,
I’ll kiss secula seculorum.
If I’ve luck, sir, she’s my uxor,
O dies benedictorum.

  Rorum, corum, sunt divorum,
  Harum, scarum divo;
  Tag-rag, merry-derry, periwig and hat-band
  Hic hoc horum genitivo.


Find the heart!

February 11, 2020

A heart is lurking somewhere in this group of snails. See if you can find it.

(click to enlarge)


Monday chuckles

February 10, 2020

An oldie but goodie. (WARNING: CRUDE LANGUAGE)


Sunday funnies

February 9, 2020


Sunday musical offering

February 9, 2020

O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies,
They tell me of a home far away;
And they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise,
O they tell me of an unclouded day.
O the land of cloudless days,
O the land of an unclouded sky;
O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise,
O they tell me of an unclouded day.

O they tell me of a home where my friends have gone,
They tell me of a land far away,
Where the tree of life in eternal bloom
Sheds its fragrance through the unclouded day.
O the land of cloudless days,
O the land of an unclouded sky;
O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise,
O they tell me of an unclouded day.

O they tell me of the King in His beauty there,
And they tell me that my eyes shall behold
Where He sits on a throne that is bright as the sun
In that city that is made of gold.
O the land of cloudless days,
O the land of an unclouded sky;
O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise,
O they tell me of an unclouded day.


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