The pleasure is mine
yeah, Tiny Pic is really a no-hassle site.
It was just as easy to get membership as Help was. I like it because I am able to reach other at Help with avatars that I have made them.
I don’t leave link like this active for very long. The upload site also has a specific time when it dumps its recycle bin.
These link will get pimped out to someone else.
Well, I’m glad you seen me.
Only a few I allow this.
Did some work on the computer, ttok a nap and woke up at midnight. It’s 1:40am now.
The weather was going well and then, what was supposed to be rain, dumped as snow.
As if we need more of that!
So. . .I sit in my box of seasonal depression, spring teasing me from as many directions as it can.
It causes me to think - have I really lived so long? Why am I able to detect such. . .such cheatings as this. I consider myself an emotionally strong guy, but this brought me to a point of
tear-control. It is sad. And if it weren’t for the degree of my grief, I would have laughed an amazingly sorrowful laugh, myself. I understand your meaning.
This song is called, “Katusha.”
Katusha is a Russian wartime love song composed in 1938 by Matvei Blanter with lyrics from Mikhail Isakovsky. Written during World War II, the song depicts a girl longing for her fighting military husband. It was first sung by female students from a Russian industrial school in Moscow to bid farewell to Russian soldiers going on the battle front against Nazi Germany in July 1941.
Blooming pears and apples all around her
With the morning mists beneath her feet
Walked Katyusha slowly by the river
On the rocky riverbank so steep.
She was walking, she was softly singing
Of her silver eagle of the steppe
Of the one for whom her heart was beating
Of the one whose letters she had kept
Oh you tender song sung by a maiden
Spread your wings and fly towards the sun.
Find the soldier in the distant trenches
Bring him from Katyusha greetings fond.
May he then remember his beloved
May he hear her sweet song like a dove
To his last breath may he guard his homeland
Like Katyusha guards their tender love. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cydzol…
Like most things that happen with time, this song dies with the ages.
. . .and then one day, it was reborn into things such as this -
Oh, $#!t how rude of me not to notice my shout box.
Oh, good! Glad your on the up.
I’m okay. Technically this is supposed to be the day I give up my Internet in my house. I’ve never had before except for the last 2 months and even then I was away working in that time. But, there’s still plenty of snow and there isn’t much of anything I can do outside (with regard to the property).
Do you think I should wait a while before disconnecting???
All I really do on the Internet is Help, You Tube and my E-Mail.
(I must have shouted to myself)!
Sorr y for the delay. I’m a rather slow typist and I’ve been responding to some very long posts. Sometimes, third-rate postage to China makes it there sooner than I can finish:P
Oh, doing fine today. A bit upset tht someone didn’t quite appreciate an avatar that I made for them after an abundant amount of hours invested into it - but that’s the risk the artist takes, sometimes.
Evening plans? I’m planning to whip up some French Press coffee, jump the hurdles and highstep the BS - Whaaahooooo!
how tiring was it for you?
I woke up out of bed like I had a good work out. Not like you would imagine fear, but more of a physical workout. I was breathing hard as if I had just finished with kalestinics.
And I suppose the “Mission Impossible” is a fair comparison, but the “feeling” was a little bit more secluded and lonely-like.
(Odd description, I know.)
There it is. Been awake since. Jumped on the computer, caught my breath and came here.
I can’t remember the story which lead up to it, but a friend and I had entered a bar. They asked us for our ID and took them into the managers office which seemed pretty ominous. Then, with the office door open, the “manager” wanted us to come in. But, there were people already in there and they didn’t look ‘office friendly.’ I wasn’t going to fall for it, and I told them they could fu(< off. So, my buddy and I started to leave and they started to go into capture mode. We got out of there but the terrian was. . .odd and rocky, yet semi-wooded. I came across a third-world panhandler who happened to be selling a grenade launcher. So I bought it and snuck back around to the establishment adn blew it to oblivion. But the people who were after us were all out. As things tranceded, they were merceneries. One of them was a pretty heafty, well built woman with all the tactical garb on. She went into a$$ kicking mode on me and I barely managed to keep up. She realized she wasn't going to beat me, so she just decided to a close-range persuing walk. She was looking to box me in and trap me. I came into a more public arena - like a mall, but the majority of the people there seemed disintrested in my distress.
There was a security guard sitting at a table and I noticed a phone - but with this broad in persuit of me, I could not stop motion. I got the security guards attention and told him to call the cops.
And that’s when I finally managed to shake out of the bad dream. Man! Exhausted!
Not well? That’s not good - my sympathies.
May you get past this and very soon.
Me? unlike the funny “wet dream” video, I posted you, I woke of from a long running BAD dream, rather exhausted.
It wasn’t a nightmare or the like, just bad.
I don’t have net protection for the dam thing. I think it’s infected, now.
I can’t use the natural function of the main host (like Bing, Yahoo, etc).
I’m hijacked and redirected. And there is lag when I type. As if there’s malware running.
Happens everytime I take a virgin computer here or anywhere els on the net.
And people who claim to be so smart only say so much - like the computer geeks. Their as expensive as doctors.
And I consider myself computer savvy.