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| | Full screen video ? on Live Video ? | | | | Friday, July 18, 2008 (4:47 PM) | | | Yes, a personal bugbear again, but PLEASE dear reader, DO take 30 seconds out of your day to MESSAGE our wonderful LV staff to say that You Too desire a Full Screen Video playback option. Imagine the joy of seeing our friends' and comrades' video masterworks in Fullscreen, rather then a rather frustrating 3/5ths ? AL :] | | | 4 Views | 0  Thumbs Up | 0 Comments |  |
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| | Schism. | | | | Wednesday, July 16, 2008 (11:05 AM) | | I had a vivid memory,
who showed it me,
and who was watching ?
AL. | | | | 7 Views | 0 Thumbs Up | 0 Comments | |
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| | 50 GB free online storage.... | | | | Tuesday, July 15, 2008 (12:28 PM) | | | Expecting a 50 foot Woman or Death ray in your prefecture ? Try FREE online storage....obviously file sharing options is extra but nonetheless handy, if you need backup.....Adrive.com. AL | | | | 17 Views | 2 Thumbs Up | 2 Comments | |
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| | Re American health.. | | | | Friday, June 6, 2008 (11:45 AM) | | | Further to bhamgay's comments regarding lack of American health care. I was appalled to discover there is an Englishman called Stan Brock running what basically amounts to a third world airborn volunteer healthcare service (Ram), serving some of the 40 million Americans without health insurance, without the most basic healthcare, did you know about this ? also..1 in 5 American's can't read...Something is very wrong in the land of the free. | | | | 88 Views | 2 Thumbs Up | 3 Comments | |
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| | Like speed, like lines, like velocity ? | | | | Sunday, June 1, 2008 (6:46 PM) | | | ...No, me neither, so check out this cool mini flash 'game' instead......Draw a line in the shape of a ramp, draw a landing strip and another ramp, a loop the loop maybe ? Your little sledge will slide down it, with gravity and sound effects...surprisingly compulsive interactive drawing game at... Linerider.com. | | | | 82 Views | 0 Thumbs Up | 0 Comments | |
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| | What perfume ? A little description of my home area. | | | | Friday, May 2, 2008 (11:25 AM) | | | I enter a shop, shortly afterwards a young lady enters wearing a scent so very familiar to me, I ask her what perfume she wears ? (just to assuage my screaming sensory memory) she reply's 'Dunno', I leave the shop in panic for my life.... | | | | 100 Views | 6 Thumbs Up | 4 Comments | |
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| | An encounter, on a lonely country road. | | | | Friday, May 2, 2008 (8:37 AM) | | At sunset, a man is walking alone along a narrow country lane, unknown known to him.
The borders are high, dark and overgrown with brambles, rustling bushes and black weeds.
Only his breathing and footsteps break the silence.
Now, over his shoulder the song of a night bird, his only companion,
a solitary cloud streak shifts above, from yellow to pink orange black.
In the distance he thinks he hears sounds, alike to people approaching, many people,
now louder, perhaps dozens, or hundreds, a far light flickers,
the light of a torch, now clearer, chants and calls, banging drums and voices raised...
He is suddenly afraid and run's back into the twilight, seeking a remembered break in the
hedges, somewhere to conceal himself as the noise draws ever closer.
He finds a gate leading to a field where stands a great oak tree.
He hides behind the tree, and watches the thronging colourful procession pass by.
A thousand figures in wonderous costumes, carrying curious coloured lamps and candles,
It is a great procession, a masque, all of life is there in joyous celebration, fruit bat's and cats and elephants, goldenhounds and monkeys, blue frogs and blue bears and eagles of shimmering stardust, chamelion hummingbirds and black parrots, giant transparent tortoises dancing, acro bat's and architect's, high wire juggler priests and tritone singers, star lens magicians, floats and floating songs and spaceshapers, miniaturists, kineticists, tickertapers, clockwork'd and fine finned flyerwork'd stars,
in most beautious and diverse conjunction, real and sunreal and all of one voice and intention.
A persisting soft silent background Ohmmmm.....
But still the bright lights and bawdy noises strike fear to his weary jaded soul, and now....even as they begin to fade
a small greekdark figure opens the gate, enters the field and walks directly towards his hiding place.
His heart in throat pounds with apprehension, approaching, dressed in black,
an old old woman of at least a thousand years, but with a strangely youthful and gentle demeanour .
What is this great carnival, and why ? He asks. She smiles and reaches into the folds of her black gown,
and pulls out a small long ebony case, and hands it to him.
he clicks open the case, a flint and a piece of iron glisten softly in the violet dusk.
"It is the Lord Buddha" she says turning, melting into the gloom.
Allertonoff1 (inspired by Osvaldo) | | | | 95 Views | 2 Thumbs Up | 1 Comment | |
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| | I got a crush on Rufus Hounde (again sorry ) | | | Monday, April 14, 2008 (12:18 PM)
(I'm feeling contemplative) | | What is it for, I do not know,
I got it, not so long ago.
Is it the blond VanDyke goatee,
or hairless pudgy, damp bodie ?
Is it the pile, of burnt up smokes,
the way he get's those little 'jokes' ?
The way he waddles to the shops,
or 'cause we both liked lemon drops ?
He is a little too attentive,
what was it that gave such incentive ?
But now it's stuck inside my head,
in empty nights alone in bed.
It makes a resonating sound,
"I got a crush on 'Rufus Hounde'".
by Allertonoff / Jean | | | | 79 Views | 0 Thumbs Up | 0 Comments | |
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