Florence Ballard's birthday
30 June 2011
29 June 2011
28 June 2011
28/06/11
Did the photo work? I took the last word of yesterday's thread and did a google image search.....
(OK, I keep trying again, 45th time lucky??!!?)
27 June 2011
26 June 2011
25 June 2011
I'm done.
If this place is going to continue, someone else is going to have to start keeping it up, because I've had enough.
24 June 2011
24/06/11
You must never feel badly about making mistakes, explained Reason quietly, as long as you take the trouble to learn from them. For you often learn more by being wrong for the right reasons than you do by being right for the wrong reasons.
The Phantom Tollbooth - Norton Juster
23 June 2011
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19 June 2011
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17 June 2011
16 June 2011
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14 June 2011
14/06/11
Public service announcement being used by a cinema in Austin, Texas, to inform people of their policy on texting during films.
13 June 2011
12 June 2011
11 June 2011
10 June 2011
09 June 2011
08 June 2011
07 June 2011
07/06/11
Thanks to Spike for today's thread starter. Translation of the lyrics, for those of us whose French is a bit rusty:
Orly
More than two thousand people
But I see only those two
It's as if the rain has welded them together
More than two thousand people
But I see only those two
And I know they're talking
He must be saying "I love you"
She must be saying "I love you"
I believe they're making no promises
They're too thin to be dishonest
More than two thousand people
But I see only those two
And suddenly he weeps
His tears gushing fast
Surrounded as they are
By fat, sweaty passers
And guzzlers of hope
Who point their noses
But these two superb, tormented mourners
Leave the feat of judgment to the dogs
Life does no favours!
And my god, Orly's bleak on Sunday
With or without Bécaud*
And now they're crying
Both of them are crying
Before it was him
Who was in tears
Clinging so close together
They can hear nothing
But the other's sobs
And then, infinitely
Like two bodies at prayer
Infinitely slowly
The two bodies pull apart
And as they pull apart
The two bodies tear
And I swear they scream
Then pull back together
Become one again
Become fire again
And tear again
They hold each other's eyes
And then, moving back
Like the sea retreats
They consummate their farewell
He drools a few words
Waves a vague hand
And suddenly he flees
Without looking back
And then he disappears
Gulped down by the stairs
Life does no favours!
And my god, Orly's bleak on Sunday
With or without Bécaud
And then he disappears
Gulped down by the stairs
She's left there
Heart crossed, mouth open
Without a cry, without a word
She knows her death
She's just crossed its path
Now she turns
And turns again
Her arms reach the ground
There! She's a thousand years old
The door has closed again
She's there in the darkness
She turns in circles
And already she knows
That she'll turn forever
She's lost men
But now she's losing love
Love has told her
"See, futility again"
She'll live through plans
That will always wait
Here she is, fragile again
Before going on sale
I'm there, I follow
I dare nothing for her
Nibbled by the crowd
Like some piece of fruit
*Gilbert Bécaud, who performed a song called Un Dimanche à Orly
Orly
More than two thousand people
But I see only those two
It's as if the rain has welded them together
More than two thousand people
But I see only those two
And I know they're talking
He must be saying "I love you"
She must be saying "I love you"
I believe they're making no promises
They're too thin to be dishonest
More than two thousand people
But I see only those two
And suddenly he weeps
His tears gushing fast
Surrounded as they are
By fat, sweaty passers
And guzzlers of hope
Who point their noses
But these two superb, tormented mourners
Leave the feat of judgment to the dogs
Life does no favours!
And my god, Orly's bleak on Sunday
With or without Bécaud*
And now they're crying
Both of them are crying
Before it was him
Who was in tears
Clinging so close together
They can hear nothing
But the other's sobs
And then, infinitely
Like two bodies at prayer
Infinitely slowly
The two bodies pull apart
And as they pull apart
The two bodies tear
And I swear they scream
Then pull back together
Become one again
Become fire again
And tear again
They hold each other's eyes
And then, moving back
Like the sea retreats
They consummate their farewell
He drools a few words
Waves a vague hand
And suddenly he flees
Without looking back
And then he disappears
Gulped down by the stairs
Life does no favours!
And my god, Orly's bleak on Sunday
With or without Bécaud
And then he disappears
Gulped down by the stairs
She's left there
Heart crossed, mouth open
Without a cry, without a word
She knows her death
She's just crossed its path
Now she turns
And turns again
Her arms reach the ground
There! She's a thousand years old
The door has closed again
She's there in the darkness
She turns in circles
And already she knows
That she'll turn forever
She's lost men
But now she's losing love
Love has told her
"See, futility again"
She'll live through plans
That will always wait
Here she is, fragile again
Before going on sale
I'm there, I follow
I dare nothing for her
Nibbled by the crowd
Like some piece of fruit
*Gilbert Bécaud, who performed a song called Un Dimanche à Orly
06 June 2011
05 June 2011
05/06/11
Clownfish are very active fish and are extremely aggressive. Because they are quite active, the clownfish are thought to be "clowning around", hence the name "clownfish".
04 June 2011
03 June 2011
02 June 2011
02/06/11
Prince William Divorces Kate Middleton After 5 Weeks
'I Made A Terrible Mistake' Says Heir To British Throne
June 1, 2011 | ISSUE 47•22
'I Made A Terrible Mistake' Says Heir To British Throne
June 1, 2011 | ISSUE 47•22
LONDON—Barely a month after marrying 29-year-old Kate Middleton in a royal wedding ceremony watched by an estimated 2 billion people worldwide, Prince William announced Tuesday that he and Middleton have divorced and that the entire marriage was "a tremendous mistake in every possible regard." "I really don't know what I was thinking—we're a terrible match, I don't love her and never have, and, to be honest, I never really had any interest in being married in the first place," announced the now unattached Prince William to a dead-silent British press corps. "People thought our wedding was some sort of fairy tale, but I assure you it was all just some ghastly ceremonial farce that got out of hand. I'm just relieved it's over, frankly. And I'm glad I'll never have to see that awful woman again." Prince William then told the assembled reporters, "Well, see you all later," smiled, and walked back into Buckingham Palace. - The Onion
01 June 2011
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