Catspaw Home!!!!4 Feb 2011

Subject: RE: Catspaw - Maybe Home by Week's End 1 Feb 2011
From: Bill D
Date: 01 Feb 11 - 07:59 PM

He didn't call ME! *grin*....

Hey, Pat... vacation's over! There's snow to shovel!

(and you got a few hundred folks breathing freely again...you have been missed)

Subject: RE: Catspaw - Maybe Home by Week's End 1 Feb 2011
From: kendall
Date: 01 Feb 11 - 07:45 PM

He called Jacqui and me also. Sounds really up and well. He will be back on the forum before you know it.

Subject: RE: Catspaw - Maybe Home by Week's End 1 Feb 2011
From: olddude
Date: 01 Feb 11 - 07:40 PM

Spaw just called, they are going to spring him on Friday. Today he actually walked some stairs and sat up for 6 hours before laying down. He sounds very good indeed.

Awesome

Subject: RE: Catspaw - Maybe Home by Week's End 1 Feb 2011
From: olddude
Date: 01 Feb 11 - 04:28 PM

Pops off a few rounds at the crew and norwales ... does he ... are ya sure he knows the difference, they all smoked pipes back then ... LOL

Subject: RE: Catspaw - Maybe Home by Week's End 1 Feb 2011
From: Rapparee
Date: 01 Feb 11 - 04:15 PM

...Concerning all this, it is much to be deplored that the mast-heads of a southern whale ship are unprovided with those enviable little tents or pulpits, called crow's-nests, in which the lookouts of a Greenland whaler are protected from the inclement weather of the frozen seas, most especially when the call of nature sounds. The fire-side narrative of Captain Sleet, entitled "A Voyage among the Icebergs, in quest of the Greenland Whale, and incidentally for the re-discovery of the Lost Icelandic Colonies of Old Greenland;" in this admirable volume, this tome of perspicacity, this penned gift, this folio of divine guidance, he tell how all standers of mast-heads are furnished with a charmingly circumstantial account of the then recently invented crow's-nest of the Glacier, which was the name of Captain Sleet's good craft, his ship, his home upon the waves. He called it the Sleet's crow's-nest, in honor of himself; he being the original inventor and patentee, and free from all ridiculous false delicacy, and holding that if we call our own children after our own names (we fathers being the original inventors and patentees), so likewise should we denominate after ourselves any other apparatus we may beget upon any person, thing, or place whatsoever. In shape, the Sleet's crow's-nest is something like a large tierce or pipe; it is open above, however, where it is furnished with a movable side-screen to keep to windward of your head in a hard gale. Being fixed on the summit of the mast, you ascend into it through a little trap-hatch in the bottom, always calling first, as this is also the channel by which the aforesaid calls of nature are completed. On the after side, or side next the stern of the ship, is a comfortable seat, with a locker underneath for umbrellas, parasols, comforters, shawls, knitting, and coats. In front is a leather rack, in which to keep your speaking trumpet, pipe, telescope, and other nautical and musical conveniences. When Captain Sleet in person stood his mast-head in this crow's nest of his, he tells us that he always had a rifle with him (also fixed in the rack), together with a powder flask and shot, for the purpose of popping off the stray Narwhales, or vagrant sea unicorns infesting those waters; assorted loafing crew members, and rats for dinner; for you cannot successfully shoot at them from the deck owing to the resistance of the water, but to shoot down upon them is a very different thing. Now, it was plainly a labor of love for Captain Sleet to describe, as he does, all the little detailed conveniences of his crow's-nest; but though he so enlarges upon many of these, and though he treats us to a very scientific account of his experiments in this crow's-nest, with a small compass he kept there for the purpose of counteracting the errors resulting from what is called the "local attraction" of all binnacle magnets; an error ascribable to the horizontal vicinity of the iron in the ship's planks, and in the Glacier's case, perhaps, to there having been so many broken-down blacksmiths among her crew; I say, that though the Captain is very discreet and scientific here, yet, for all his learned "binnacle deviations," "azimuth compass observations," and "approximate errors," he knows very well, Captain Sleet, that he was not so much immersed in those profound magnetic meditations, as to fail being attracted occasionally towards that well replenished little case-bottle, so nicely tucked in on one side of his crow's nest, within easy reach of his hand. Though, upon the whole, I greatly admire and even love the brave, the honest, and learned Captain; yet I take it very ill of him that he should so utterly ignore that case-bottle, seeing what a faithful friend and comforter it must have been, while with mittened fingers and hooded head he was studying the mathematics aloft there in that bird's nest within three or four perches of the pole and indeed finding that upon at least six occasions his magnetic deviations were perpendicular to the keel of his ship.

Subject: RE: Catspaw - Maybe Home by Week's End 1 Feb 2011
From: olddude
Date: 01 Feb 11 - 03:42 PM

Well Gary here is how I get even, Dave insured all of that equipment for 1500 bucks, now they gotta pay him. I just feel bad Spaw had to wait so long and that I troubled both him and my friend Dave.

Subject: RE: Catspaw - Maybe Home by Week's End 1 Feb 2011
From: gnu
Date: 01 Feb 11 - 03:31 PM

Yer a fine lad, Dan. Now, don't get mad, get even.

Re that one inch to thirty pound rule, Dr. Oz lies. I have lost nearly ninety pounds and the wee fellah is still the same size as before I gained weight. Oh, unless yer talkin height insteada width.

Subject: RE: Catspaw - Maybe Home by Week's End 1 Feb 2011
From: olddude
Date: 01 Feb 11 - 03:20 PM

Screw UPS and everyone that works for them, I just bought Spaw a PC
the one my friend Dave sent, now they say the tracking is invalid yet it was valid on friday ... screwed up @#@! company ... keep it. I bought one for him and I don't want anyone to contribute. I promised the guy a notebook now he has one

good grief !!

Subject: RE: Catspaw - Maybe Home by Week's End 1 Feb 2011
From: Amos
Date: 01 Feb 11 - 03:12 PM

The day Spaw admits having lost a few inches is the day he checks into the NYCFTTS!


A

Subject: RE: Catspaw - Maybe Home by Week's End 1 Feb 2011
From: Ebbie
Date: 01 Feb 11 - 02:58 PM

"...accepting (dare I feed anyone this straight line?) of having lost a few inches"

It was Dr. Oz who said that for every 30 pounds lost a man gains one inch. (Don't blame me- I didn't say it.)

Subject: UPDATE - Maybe Home by Week's End-1 Feb 2011
From: katlaughing
Date: 01 Feb 11 - 02:39 PM

As I think Jacqui, or Dan?, said, Sins, he will probably be home by the end of this week. We spoke for a few minutes yesterday. He sounds: clear, strong, his own voice, not the trach, better than I do! (The crud is still stick in my head...big surprise, not.:-)

Anyway, he sounded really good, very motivated and accepting (dare I feed anyone this straight line?) of having lost a few inches...not able to get back to where he was, but a whole lot better than the past couple of months!

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Almost Home?! - UPDATE - 30 Jan 2011
From: gnu
Date: 01 Feb 11 - 02:34 PM

Enough German... nay, nay sir... toooo much.

Spaw... ve have vays to make you heal.

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Almost Home?! - UPDATE - 30 Jan 2011
From: SINSULL
Date: 01 Feb 11 - 01:49 PM

SIN?
Did someone call?
I am here for you Captain Peeleg.
Have you seen the white whale??????

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Almost Home?! - UPDATE - 30 Jan 2011
From: Rapparee
Date: 31 Jan 11 - 10:52 PM

Enough German for a while. But here's an example of Walt's poetry:

...Daz ist beir mir læger,
wezeheizen,
(nu enwelle got!), so schamte ich Michigan.
Wes er mit mir pfeiffer,
niemer niemen
bevinde daz, wan er und ich,
und ein kleinez vogellinden:
tandaradei,
daz Big Mac wol getriuwe sîn.

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Almost Home?! - UPDATE - 30 Jan 2011
From: Rapparee
Date: 31 Jan 11 - 10:23 PM

Wie anderwohin geschrieben worden ist,

Das meiste weiß man über Walther aus seinen Werken. Fragen zu seiner Biographie sind vor allem dann wichtig, wenn sie die Dichtungen verstehen helfen. Dazu gehören nicht die Diskussionen, wo Walther geboren wurde oder wo er begraben liegt. Lokalpatrioten interessieren sich dennoch dafür, um Walther vielleicht in ihrer Heimat ansiedeln zu können.

Das „Ich" einer Dichtung ist sehr oft nicht mit dem Dichter identisch. In Liebeslyrik wird dieses „Ich" meist als „lyrisches Ich" bezeichnet, wenn es sich um Stimmungslyrik handelt. Es berichtet dem Publikum von einem Liebeserlebnis. Wenn eine erzählende (kurzepische) Haltung vorwiegt, spricht man vom Sänger. Jedenfalls ist es eine fiktive literarische Figur, keine autobiographische Äußerung des Dichters.

In politischer Dichtung und Auseinandersetzungen mit literarischen und sonstigen Feinden des Autors hat das ‚Ich' große autobiographische Anteile, ist aber trotzdem literarisch stilisiert. Für heutige Leser ist noch schwerer erkennbar als für die Zeitgenossen, wo die Grenzen zwischen autobiographischen Anteilen und Fiktion liegen. Da es außer den oben genannten und seinen eigenen Gedichten keine Quellen über Walther gibt, hat das Walther-Bild notgedrungen unhistorische Anteile.

Insbesondere die Chronologie der Werke steht nur dort auf sicherem Boden, wo politische Ereignisse eindeutig angesprochen werden (zum Beispiel die Krönung oder der Tod eines bestimmten Fürsten; identifizierbare Reichstage). Lieder, die die Stimmung eines alten Mannes wiedergeben, reiht man üblicherweise unter Walthers Altersdichtung ein, obwohl auch ein jüngerer Dichter in die „Maske" eines alten Mannes schlüpfen könnte, usw. Eine derartige Aussage ist als – wertvolle – Aussage über die Stimmung, die das Lied im Publikum erweckt, zu verstehen; kaum ist sie Hilfsmittel zu absoluter Datierung. Allerdings zeigt die datierbare politische Altersdichtung Walthers einige Stilzüge, die auch in anderen Liedern auftreten, die man gerne seiner Altersdichtung zuordnen würde, so dass vieles der unten gewählten zeitlichen Strukturierung auch der Minnelyrik zwar unbeweisbar und im Detail umstritten, aber nicht unsinnig ist.

Verbessern Sie meinen eigenen Vorfahr, Ludwig Windthorst, wer Otto von Bismarck erklärte, zur Hölle zu gehen.

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Almost Home?! - UPDATE - 30 Jan 2011
From: Amos
Date: 31 Jan 11 - 08:19 PM

Dass Rapparee ein Gott ist, verdammten Wortdieb, ist was er ist.

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Almost Home?! - UPDATE - 30 Jan 2011
From: GUEST,Walther von der Vogelweide
Date: 31 Jan 11 - 05:21 PM

Säbel -- bei vierzig Schritten.

Weil ich für 600 Jahre tot gewesen bin, würden Sie mich nicht näher wünschen.

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Almost Home?! - UPDATE - 30 Jan 2011
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 31 Jan 11 - 04:35 PM

He'd have to be REALLY sick to rival MOAB. I don't think he's up to the freds or gluon or the legion other visitors. But think about it - if he's looking for something to do, he could imitate Eiseley and READ the thing front to back. I've heard it is rather therapeutic. Or catatonic, can't remember which. . .

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Almost Home?! - UPDATE - 30 Jan 2011
From: Rapparee
Date: 31 Jan 11 - 04:28 PM

Yeah, I know. Congratulations. If spaw don't git home soon this is gonna rival MOAB.

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Almost Home?! - UPDATE - 30 Jan 2011
From: katlaughing
Date: 31 Jan 11 - 04:27 PM

500

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Almost Home?! - UPDATE - 30 Jan 2011
From: Rapparee
Date: 31 Jan 11 - 04:20 PM

Ain't nobody sayin' I stole their book. Nobody. Especially they ain't gonna say it in German.

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Almost Home?! - UPDATE - 30 Jan 2011
From: Don(Wyziwyg)T
Date: 31 Jan 11 - 03:56 PM

We had one 'o them once Rap, but the wheels fell off.

Don T.

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Almost Home?! - UPDATE - 30 Jan 2011
From: Ebbie
Date: 31 Jan 11 - 03:40 PM

Rapparee. You don't say.

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Almost Home?! - UPDATE - 30 Jan 2011
From: Rapparee
Date: 31 Jan 11 - 03:10 PM

Mein Herr von der Vogelweide:

Ich bein ein "von und zu," ein Freiherr, ein Elektor, und ein Freikorpsritter aufgrund meines Geschlechtes. Mensur? Oder Säbel?

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Almost Home?! - UPDATE - 30 Jan 2011
From: Rapparee
Date: 31 Jan 11 - 02:56 PM

Zurückerstattung? Geehrter Herr, haben Sie sie. Mensur? Oder Säbel?

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Almost Home?! - UPDATE - 30 Jan 2011
From: Rapparee
Date: 31 Jan 11 - 02:48 PM

What? You want him roasted with a prune or something?

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Almost Home?! - UPDATE - 30 Jan 2011
From: mouldy
Date: 31 Jan 11 - 01:47 PM

and it seems he's got his sensible head on, as he's opting to be safe rather than rushing home too soon and being sorry.

Can't wait for when he's up to posting.

Andrea

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Almost Home?! - UPDATE - 30 Jan 2011
From: Don(Wyziwyg)T
Date: 31 Jan 11 - 01:09 PM

Having a bit of a glitch of my own, I've not been here for ten days or so.

What a marvellous note to return to.

Way to go Pat. I knew it wouldn't be able to hold you down for long.

Don T.

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Almost Home?! - UPDATE - 30 Jan 2011
From: Zen
Date: 31 Jan 11 - 11:03 AM

Glad to see you're on the mend Pat! All the best!

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Working the Plan - UPDATE - 22 Jan 2011
From: gnu
Date: 31 Jan 11 - 10:35 AM

Great news about Spaw. Too bad about the cabin boy.

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Working the Plan - UPDATE - 22 Jan 2011
From: GUEST
Date: 31 Jan 11 - 10:24 AM

They roasted the cabin boy with an apple in his mouth??? I think I am going to be sick.

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Working the Plan - UPDATE - 22 Jan 20
From: GUEST,Walther von der Vogelweide
Date: 31 Jan 11 - 10:13 AM

Sie haben mein Buch gestohlen! Da den Toten jetzt erlaubt werden, hier zu schreiben, verlange ich restituion!

Sehen sie!

" Ka-Klo! Ka-legen Sie! " chortled Queequeg, als ob, seine Lippen über einem Bissen Schlauchsteak klatschend. Und folglich mit Rudern und Yells schnitten die Kiele das Meer. Unterdessen Stubb, das zurück seinen Platz im Packwagen im Parkplatz, noch angeregt seinen Männern zum Anfang, währenddessen luftstoßend der Rauch von seinem Mund behält. Wie Desperados zerrten sie und sie belasteten, bis der willkommene Schrei gehört wurde - " Fastfood-, Tashtego! - geben Sie es ihm! " Die Harpune wurde geschleudert. " Heck alles! " Die Oarsmen bildeten Wasser; der gleiche Moment ging etwas heiß zischend und entlang jedem ihrer Handgelenke und wirft ihre Hosebeine nieder. Es war die magische Linie: Kommen Sie häufig her? Ein Augenblick vor, hatte Stubb schnell sich zwei zusätzliche Umdrehungen mit ihm ringsum den Dummkopf verfangen, woher, aufgrund seiner erhöhten schnellen circlings, ein hempen blauer Rauch jetzt oben spritzte und mit den unveränderlichen hempen Dämpfen von seinem Rohr sich vermischte. Wie die Linie rundes und rundes der Dummkopf führte; so auch, kurz vor dem Erreichen dieses Punktes, überschritt sie blisteringly durch und durch beide von Stubb' von denen s-Hände, die Handtücher oder von den Quadraten des gesteppten Segeltuches, das manchmal zu diesen Zeiten getragen wurde, versehentlich gefallen waren, Stubb mit die Schanden lassend schwierig, OSHA zu erklären. Er war wie das Halten eines enemy' s-scharfe zweischneidige Klinge durch das Blatt und dieser Feind ständig, der sich bemüht, es aus Ihrer Kupplung heraus zu entreißen, damit dieser Feind der zutreffende Getriebe-König von England werden konnte.

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Working the Plan - UPDATE - 22 Jan 2011
From: olddude
Date: 31 Jan 11 - 09:45 AM

LOL that is so sick Rap, Spaw is going to pee his pants ... OMG ...

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Working the Plan - UPDATE - 22 Jan 2011
From: Rapparee
Date: 31 Jan 11 - 09:37 AM

..."Ka-loo! Ka-lay!" chortled Queequeg, as if smacking his lips over a mouthful of tube steak. And thus with oars and yells the keels cut the sea. Meanwhile, Stubb retaining his place in the van back in the parking lot, still encouraged his men to the onset, all the while puffing the smoke from his mouth. Like desperadoes they tugged and they strained, till the welcome cry was heard - "Stand up, Tashtego! - give it to him!" The harpoon was hurled. "Stern all!" The oarsmen made water; the same moment something went hot and hissing along every one of their wrists and down their pants-legs. It was the magical line: Do you come here often? An instant before, Stubb had swiftly caught two additional turns with it round the loggerhead, whence, by reason of its increased rapid circlings, a hempen blue smoke now jetted up and mingled with the steady hempen fumes from his pipe. As the line passed round and round the loggerhead; so also, just before reaching that point, it blisteringly passed through and through both of Stubb's hands, from which the hand-cloths, or squares of quilted canvas sometimes worn at these times, had accidentally dropped, leaving Stubb with a stigmata difficult to explain to OSHA. It was like holding an enemy's sharp two- edged sword by the blade, and that enemy all the time striving to wrest it out of your clutch so that this enemy could become the True Transmission King Of England.

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Working the Plan - UPDATE - 22 Jan 2011
From: olddude
Date: 31 Jan 11 - 09:10 AM

When he called me he said he was ansy to get home but was concerned on relapse. I am glad he will stay a few more days as they just removed the tube and they need to be sure. No more relapse and back in stuff. Enough already Spaw, just heal up and go home.

Machine wise he will be all set this week, like I said if it is not here today, I found a Dell that is a beauty that I am going to buy him. Either way he will have it. It will be nice to see him post

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Working the Plan - UPDATE - 22 Jan 2011
From: maeve
Date: 31 Jan 11 - 07:14 AM

I'm delighted to hear the new news. Thanks, Jacqui.

Maeve

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Working the Plan - UPDATE - 22 Jan 2011
From: bbc
Date: 31 Jan 11 - 06:55 AM

Thanks, Jacqui!

love,

Barbara

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Working the Plan - UPDATE - 22 Jan 2011
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 31 Jan 11 - 12:15 AM

great news, especially his idea of staying a few extra days in the hospital

keep getting well, spaw

sandra

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Working the Plan - UPDATE - 22 Jan 2011
From: Amos
Date: 30 Jan 11 - 10:36 PM

Well, it has been a narrow escape, but that's the kind most relished in retrospect. Welcome home, Spawser, when you get there, and when you feel up to it drop us all a "Fuck you" for old times'
sake...

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Working the Plan - UPDATE - 22 Jan 2011
From: Rapparee
Date: 30 Jan 11 - 08:02 PM

Considering the weather that's in store for the Midwest he'd be better off staying put.

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Working the Plan - UPDATE - 22 Jan 2011
From: jacqui.c
Date: 30 Jan 11 - 07:23 PM

I talked to Karen just now. Spaw will be going HOME, most likely by the end of the week. Rather than going to a residential rehab they are looking to getting him to a daily unit for the work he needs.

He has said that he would prefer to spend a couple of extra days in the hospital right now - I would think to make sure that he doesn't have to turn round and go right back in.

Karen and Tris have been making sure that home is set up for him, moving furniture to make it easier to move around etc. Karen will take a few days off once he's home - she's already warned work that this will be happening. Tris said that he would also take a few days off, Karen put paid to that idea and confirmed that he would be going to school! Nice try anyway Tris.

Spaw is coughing quite a lot at the moment, which is disturbing his sleep, but Karen has asked me to tell you all that the old Spaw is back! Now that is REALLY good news.

He hasn't had a chance to read any of the thread yet so will probably be kept occupied, if not quiet, while he reads it all.

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Working the Plan - UPDATE - 22 Jan 2011
From: Rapparee
Date: 30 Jan 11 - 06:28 PM

Did you hear about the guy named Gillis who had an Irish girl friend? Yep, she was Doby's Mick.

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Working the Plan - UPDATE - 22 Jan 2011
From: olddude
Date: 30 Jan 11 - 04:11 PM

GNU
he is waiting for Rap's next installment of Moby's Dick

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Working the Plan - UPDATE - 22 Jan 2011
From: gnu
Date: 30 Jan 11 - 04:04 PM

So, where is he?

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Working the Plan - UPDATE - 22 Jan 2011
From: olddude
Date: 30 Jan 11 - 04:03 PM

bill
according to the new rules Reverend Spooner would be allowed to post on mudcat :-)

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Working the Plan - UPDATE - 22 Jan 2011
From: Bill D
Date: 30 Jan 11 - 03:50 PM

The Reverend Spooner just turned over in his grave.

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Working the Plan - UPDATE - 22 Jan 2011
From: olddude
Date: 30 Jan 11 - 01:33 PM

LOL, and the story continues ... roasted cabin boy ...

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Working the Plan - UPDATE - 22 Jan 2011
From: Rapparee
Date: 30 Jan 11 - 01:25 PM

...Over his ivory-inlaid table, Ahab hovered like a mute, maniac sea-lion on the white coral beach, surrounded by his wart-like but still deferential cubs. In his own proper turn, each officer waited to be served. They were as little children before Ahab; and yet, in Ahab, there seemed not to lurk the smallest social grace. With one mind, their intent eyes all fastened upon the old man's knife, as he carved the chief dish before him, the cabin-boy, roasted to a turn and with an apple in his mouth. I do not suppose that for the world they would have profaned that moment with the slightest observation, even upon so neutral a topic as the weather. No! And when reaching out his knife and fork, between which the slice of sea-beef was locked, Ahab thereby motioned Starbuck's plate towards him, the mate received his meat as though receiving alms; and cut it as tenderly as once he had held it to his bosom; and a little started if, perchance, the knife grazed against the plate; and chewed it noiselessly; and swallowed it, not without circumspection and without sauce. For, like the Coronation banquet at Frankfort, where the German Emperor profoundly dines with the seven Imperial Electors, so these cabin meals were somehow solemn meals, eaten in awful silence; and yet at table old Ahab forbade not conversation; because only he himself was dumber than the heads in the bows of the Pequod. What a relief it was to choking Stubb, when a rat made a sudden racket in the hold below, giving promise of different food at a different time. And poor little Flask, he was the youngest son, and little boy of this weary family party. His were the shinbones of the saline beef; his would have been the drumsticks. For Flask to have presumed to help himself, this must have seemed to him tantamount to larceny in the first degree. Had he helped himself up onto that table, doubtless, never more would he have been able to hold his head up in this honest world; nevertheless, strange to say, Ahab never forbade him. And had Flask helped himself, the chances were Ahab had never so much as noticed it. Least of all, did flask presume to help himself to butter. Whether he thought the owners of the ship denied it to him, on account of its clotting his clear, sunny complexion; or whether he deemed that, on so long a voyage in such marketless waters, butter was at a premium, and therefore was not for him, a subaltern; however it was, Flask, alas! was a butterless man, never to indulge in the delights of even one hot ruttered bum!

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Working the Plan - UPDATE - 22 Jan 2011
From: SINSULL
Date: 30 Jan 11 - 10:58 AM

Burstingly broke over its bows?????
Pure poetry.

Subject: RE: Catspaw -Working the Plan - UPDATE - 22 Jan 2011
From: olddude
Date: 30 Jan 11 - 09:53 AM

Sorry folks, lost my train of thought, I got caught up in Raps version of Moby's Dick ... can't wait for the ending ... More please