Hail noble fruit! — by Homer sung,2009 Update: The fruit of a tangled vine, by a tangled vine and for a tangled line.
Anacreon and Khayyam;
Thy praise is ever on the tongue
Of better men than I am.
The lyre in my hand has never swept,
The song I cannot offer:
My humbler service pray accept —
I'll help to kill the scoffer.
The water-drinkers and the cranks
Who load their skins with liquor —
I'll gladly bear their belly-tanks
And tap them with my sticker.
Fill up, fill up, for wisdom cools
When e'er we let the wine rest.
Here's death to Prohibition's fools,
And every kind of vine-pest!—Jamrach Holobom
Redefining misanthropy for a fresh generation. Standard posts begin with a definition from Ambrose Bierce's The Devil's Dictionary followed by a modern adjustment. Miscellany on Wednesday and storytelling on Saturday.
Monday, November 16, 2009
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Now, see, when I think of grapes, I think of eating them fresh, not mixed with toe jam.
Oh wait...the word was grapes.
I like them frozen. Solves the always present tangled vine problem
TLP!!! For God's sake!!!!
Hey Ariel! Didn't you know that all those evanescent flavors and aromas over which the connoisseurs wax eloquent were stomped into the wine?
GRAPE, n. A fruit so highly regarded that it's spilled over into the tomato family, and was shot from guns centuries before the invention of puffed wheat.
GRAPES: Carlo Rossi Burgundy and sneaking one in Safeway
grape, n. breakfast, lunch and dinner for Hollywood's thinest, thirstiest and most pretentious.
Minka: haha... good one.
Grape: delicious in many forms, much like chocolate.
[hic] Oh, sorry. Was I s'possed to say sumthin?
A bunch of grapes and a sheet for the Aphrodite look. (Moses, you do not try!)
We are doing house cleaning here after changing out our floors.
Mrs. Jim found a plate from my greatgrandmother sitting on the shelf.
One the back it said "Happy 61st Birthday! From the Woman's Christian Temperance Union # ... "
This was around 1900. Times have changed. I am guessing/predicting Prohibition again is about next.
Oh Ariel, so sorry for letting the cat out of the bag...or the toe jam into the wine. Whatever.
TLP, I think that's where the yeast comes from for fermentation.
Monday's MeMe - One is not like the Others
My life is so empty
Years. Years ago.
As long as
for my misery ~
I live on ...
LOL! This is wonderful. I do hope it's a true story!
How many words did I write today? Oh yeah, fifty-five. Only 1,000,000 more to go by tomorrow. I'll do it over the weekend.
TLP, a couple bottles of wine ought to fix that.
Good example, Jenn.
Really, Pia? I never heard of that.
It's ok, Ariel. Take a sip.
Amoeba, grape is the fate of sea captains and know-it-alls.
Thom, you're a man of discriminating tastes. I can see that.
Planning a new career are you, Minka?
JD, now that's true, although I'm not much of a oenocerus.
Not necessarily, Quilly. Can I talk to the bottle.
That you, bear?
Nono, Ariel, although if I were bringing law to my people, I'd sure get 'em drunk first.
Jim, we have prohibitions now. Just no temperate women.
TLP, you're strangely puritan for a unitarian.
Nessa, I don't think details are missing.
Ms. Lonely-Heart, that was pretty good.
Ms. NaNoWriMo, Monday should be good to start.
Where is Aesop when you need him?
I worship those things.
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