If I felt better, I'd drive out to the beach with the new camera and get some good high surf shots.
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OMG thank you thank you. I really, Really wanted to win the pro tanks. Thank you GotVapes and helpers. Will be sending My info shortly.
What a cutie ....
Congratulations, Drott
Thanks for another fun contest, GotVapites!
Krusty is putting a spell on everyone tonight
Great Googlie Mooglie!!!
Let me outta here. 
While we got y'all under a spell.....have ya seen these?
How adorable, but the bases should be wedge-shaped so they stand at a slant.
Unfortunately, they look heavy-ish so they are not for me.
My order was "processed through USPS sort facility" in Bethpage at 7:40 AM on October 30.
Then, nothing.
Not good. Bethpage is a black hole. They never did find the order of liquid they lost in August 2012 (not that they looked, but I thought it might have floated to the surface during Hurricane Sandy.)
Then, "processed through USPS sort facility" New York, NY 7:18 AM on November 2
and
"Depart USPS sort facility" 17 minutes later.
If it doesn't go back to Bethpage, it should be here on Monday. (And, yes, sometimes the two NYC sort facilities do send things back and forth a couple of times before sending them to the local post office for delivery.)
Goodbye, little Robin-Marie
Don't try following me
Don't cry, little Robin-Marie
'Cause you know I'm coming home soon
My ships' leaving on a three-year tour
The next tide will take us from shore
Windlaced, gather in sail and spray
On a search for the mighty sperm whale
Fly your willow branches
Wrap your body round my soul
Lay down your reeds and drums on my soft sheets
There are years behind us reaching
To the place where hearts are beating
And I know you're the last true love I'll ever meet
And I know you're the last true love I'll ever meet
Starbuck's sharpening his harpoon
The black man is playing his tune
An old salt's sleeping his watch away
He'll be drunk again before noon
Three years sailing on bended knee
We found no whales in the sea
Don't cry, little Robin-Marie
'Cause we'll be in sight of land soon
Fly your willow branches
Wrap your body round my soul
Lay down your reeds and drums on my soft sheets
There are years behind us reaching
To the place where hearts are beating
And I know you're the last true love I'll ever meet
And I know you're the last true love I'll ever meet
How adorable, but the bases should be wedge-shaped so they stand at a slant.
Unfortunately, they look heavy-ish so they are not for me.
My order was "processed through USPS sort facility" in Bethpage at 7:40 AM on October 30.
Then, nothing.
Not good. Bethpage is a black hole. They never did find the order of liquid they lost in August 2012 (not that they looked, but I thought it might have floated to the surface during Hurricane Sandy.)
Then, "processed through USPS sort facility" New York, NY 7:18 AM on November 2
and
"Depart USPS sort facility" 17 minutes later.
If it doesn't go back to Bethpage, it should be here on Monday. (And, yes, sometimes the two NYC sort facilities do send things back and forth a couple of times before sending them to the local post office for delivery.)
yep....we know all about the black hole in NYC....that's why shipping was moved to Sugarland , TX last year...
....but there are other black holes as well. I had a package in an endless loop not too long ago here in PA...got on the phone and called my local PO...the loop ended magically right after that phone call...
If a contest were in progress I would not post all these songs..........Hope it's ok
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence.
"Fools," said I, "You do not know –
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you.
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence.
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence.
"Fools," said I, "You do not know –
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you.
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence.
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