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Hopefully, they will have borrowed the Bison’s play book on how to unleash a dormant offense?

IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Firelight, Firebright: Twinkle, Twinkle in the Night

Firelight, Firebright, whose soul shall you touch tonite?

In between dusk, and dawn, may all be “Well”, and “Not” be wrong.

Twinkle, Twinkle, lonely star, I do see you from afar,

Touch my soul; touch it deep, Angels cry when mothers weep.

Firelight, Firebright, whose soul shall you touch tonite?

In between dusk, and dawn, sing your song: Oh! Sparkle on, Spark along!

Twinkle, Twinkle, little star, shining nightly from afar,

Can you see me? I know you do! Chase away my Devil blue!

Firelight, Firebright, whose soul shall you touch tonite?

In between dusk, and dawn, the critters creep, and I do yawn.

Twinkle, Twinkle, lucky star, I make my wish from afar,

Bless my son; guide him right, for I know he needs your firelight.

Firelight, Firebright, twinkle, twinkle, in the night,

While we rest, while we sleep, I pray to God our souls you keep!

Epilogue:

And in the mornin’ when we rise, I will look upon your eastern skies….

For that Firelight, Firebright, and all contained within this life:

If I were on Sable, which I’m afeared I do belong, I would be at this point of no return: I really do not care “Captain Eh! Hab! (X-Montreal Canadian that you be)” iffen we find the gold in this here “Hell Hole” pit of Lucifer or not, just so long as someone can stop this confounded leakage from apourin’ in on me head… And no I don’t want that them thar umburrla, that’s for thee rich folks back ‘omes in Newfinland…

Points of Frustration: Discovery Learning

1. Attempting to respond to all of the blogs posted when you really haven’t got a clue as to what it is you are talking about in the 1st place (Last is what I am best at.)… I can fake it (when needed) but I am most certainly not anywheres as close to being a Johnny Depp in piratanical capability/culpability!

2. I seem to be able to attach to my weblog some of that which is expected of we sailors but once I get the URL posted (If that is what this is?) I can’t seem to navigate out of the shallow end because dog paddlin’ (the “Watermelon Crawl”) is all that I know: my brain is like a rock and I’m sinking fast folks – throw me a buoy boys.

I have set up Google Docs (I think), a Meebo Account (read a pretty disturbing chat – chill the patch and pegleg off any pirate that I know of), attempted a podcast etc et al and can see the “Rainbow’s Rim” and the outhouse sittin’ on top of me pot of gold: ‘Tis the “Luck of the Irish” I tell yee lad…

3. I have attempted RSS feeds, blog tags/hooks/links: my toolbar is starting to look like it has a bad case of acne, and have become addicted to widget rum and the uploading of pictures (not even the unmentionable sort: sorry Victoria (but that shall be our little secret)) because establishing a Wiki (my kid sister’s nickname), and a glossary for the terms that would take me another 46 years (Angel’s age) to interpret and internalize are simply out of my realm of theory and that of the “Creationist” movement.

4. Do not get me wrong landlubbers that we be, I am frustrated but quitting is not apart of my Icelandic vocabulary – I know that I am on the verge of “breakin’ on through to the other side” Jimmy, and I know that the gold I find just may pay for the shower I will need in the end: ARBEEDAR! – An Icelandic (Viking Horde) saying that probably means: “Beothuk Bested!” Gotta go: there’s a white whale swimmin’ by and he’s offered me a ride: Hey! Moby! Wait up there buddy…

Well what have I been up to lately? Good Question – Thanx for asking… I have managed (finally) to get everyone’s address uploaded to my blog list and was planning on (wishful thinking) replying to each and every post wrote/written until I ran into Brian’s Blog – he has a posting for every day dating back to 19 odd 6. But I am still going to hit upon you all eventually. Brian and I have a “hit my blog” competition going, and nearest I can figure… he needs a graphing calculator to record that of his hits, and me… well I found a high tech antiquated abacus capable of counting by 2’s on a daily basis.

Today I have also been playing around at developing a podcast. I have got the site listed under Delicio (it seems that everything is falling under that Rainbow’s Rim) on my blog, and have opened an account, but that’s about as far as I got before I short circuited and unplugged myself. I was prompted to download a bunch of “stuff” which I did, and then I was prompted to download it again and again and again, which I didn’t: I was too busy eating Irish Spring… Anyhoo, I do have a “file” open, for lack of the proper word(s), but I misspelled the title and can’t for the life of me (Lord Help Me Jesus) seem to even be able to find the editing features on this “Modus Operandi”. I’m starting to believe that crucification would indeed be an easier go of it and a wee bit simpler to accomplish as an end result: wood, nails and a hammer – tools I am familiar with: I could do this. I think maybe a trip back to Yu’ma is in order provided that the conductor hasn’t gotten off my train bound for nowhere in particular.

In between time I have managed to figure how to put them thar “purdy” little pictures all over my blog: Tres Cest Bon – In Northern Manitoba that/this equates out to being Tracy Bone (an up and coming Aboriginal female country and western singer song writer).

Oh! How I Miss… My Two X’s:

My two dogs: Bronx ‘N’ Wrex

Oh! How I miss… my two X’s!

Wadin’ through the stream all fur foot ‘n’ steady,

Lookin’ for the courage to find our ready…

Runnin’ through the field on a hot summer’s morn,

A boy and his dogs, and Oh! How I mourn…

My two dogs: Bronx ‘N’ Wrex

Oh! How I miss… my two X’s!

Chasin’ rabbits, chasin’ squirrels,

Beneath the cover of a blue skied world,

Off goes Wrex chasin’ Cotton,

An’ Bronx is diggin’ a tree stump rotten…

My two dogs: Bronx ‘N’ Wrex

Oh! How I miss… my two X’s!

All fleet afoul, all fleet afoot,

Now they’re tangled in the under bush…

With Bronx lookin’ left ‘n’ Wrex lookin’ right,

Two against one boys tain’t a fair fight…

My two dogs: Bronx ‘N’ Wrex

Oh! How I miss… my two X’s!

On them lazy hazy summer days,

A boy an’ his dogs found young at play…

Up jumps a chicken with Wrex in good haste

Over I topple with Bronx given chase…

My two dogs: Bronx ‘N’ Wrex

Oh! How I miss… my two X’s!

A yip ‘n’ a yowl, Oh! Somethin’s the matter,

Runnin’ down the path, all a pitter patter…

Back they arrive, sooner than later,

With bees from the hive, we’ll be lookin’ for water (Mader)…

My two dogs: Bronx ‘N’ Wrex

Oh! How I miss… my two X’s!

Back to the stream, back we go,

Beneath the lilies boys, don’t be slow…

The frogs ‘n’ the tadpoles have Bronx all astir,

With Wrex by his side abitin’ his fur…

My two dogs: Bronx ‘N’ Wrex

Oh! How I miss… my two X’s!

Home we go now, off we must,

Outta the fog an’ into the dusk…

Oh! How life flows, Oh! How it streams,

A boy and his dogs and summer time dreams…

“A dog is God’s way of showing humankind as to what unconditional love truly is.”

Between ghosts, goblins and the occasional wayward witch I managed (I think) to get a little of the usual done tonight: reading blogs, answering g-mails, getting lost, back tracking, adding addresses to my blog roll and my latest venture – pirating sites to/for my Delicio account (thanx fellow classmates). I now have to get back to them there and navigate (peruse) for awhile to see if I really need or can make efficient/effective use of either, or, and all… I did manage to set up a “Scratch” account (free of charge) – is this similar to that of an oxymoron is my off the beaten train of thought?

Note: I’m kinda feeling like the May Tag repairman: How lonely is it when even “Spam” won’t contact you? I have one thus far: I think it’s a note from me (random abstract) to myself (attention deficit), or myself to me: whomever, I think my mother (God rest her soul) stepped in to bring balance to the equation.

I’ve also noticed that after I had made a reference to Botswana, Africa on my previous blog that I received two African URL addresses on my blog roll comments section this eve. Why is this so? Does it have something to do with say hitting upon a keyword that automatically triggers a return hit? Anyhoo, it was just something that made me go HMMM… in the dark. It is my intention to check them out; it could be that Tarzan and Jane read my Johnny Yu’ma blog (tabloid) and are looking for some sort of financial retribution/remuneration?

I think I’m addicted to the “widget”… Tonite I played around and played around with this ol’ song too long, summer’s sure as gone and Winter’s comin’ on… I added that which you can see if you hit my site: “hint, hint, nudge, nudge, wink, wink… say no more, say no more” (Monty Python). I’ve started a pool to see who will get the most hits by course end…

I also added my curling club link to my sidebar. What does this have to do with ICT? Well it’s where I go to exercise, drink beer and relieve stress “off” course . Just got back in fact, was home early after getting run off the ice and outta the rink: we lost 8 to 3 after 6 ends of play. To top it all off, I had to drive home in a snowstorm: near on a foot (we still use the old system of measure) here today. Depending on whose foot it is, it could be anywhere from 6 to that of 18 inches. If we are using Angele’s big frog flippers it’ll be 18 inches for shore…

Added a couple of more student blog roll addresses: I Am David and Sunny Tech Girl.

Responded to one blog comment: I’m not tellin’, I’m no taddle tale, no siree… Glen told me not to.

And lastly, changed/edited a few of the titles on my blog roll presentation.

Tha… Tha… That’s All Folks!

Tonite: I was attempting to finish up my classmate blog roll list and along came the G-Man. I think Jane had already sauntered off with Tarzan to some exotic port of call (a tree house a little north of Botswana): “People of Zee World… Relax! Even Cowgirls Get The Blues!” (Tom Robbins). Glen invited me to a Yu’ma (wherever that is) session (bring your own tea, biscuits and passport) – so, feeling like a cowboy, away I went with cigarettes in hand: the wife was to bed. After initial hook up, and don’t ask me how, I found that I was the host presenter, talk about pressure: but you gotta love it, baptism by fire… a cowboy wouldn’t have it any other way…

But actually, all this really meant was that Glen could see my desktop (I think he fell asleep) and not I his. We quickly changed it around proper so that I could see Glen’s: now we were awake and “Runnin’ With the Bulls!” He proceeded to demonstrate to me as to how I could quickly find all the addresses I still yet needed to copy and paste within that of my blog roll management system. In between time, I got to test them and they do indeed work. Then he flipped host responsibilities back to me and watched as I duplicated that which he had taught me…

PS: We had all Skype tools: bells, whistles (throw in some steam), audio/video and text messaging up and running as we pulled into Yu’ma. No, we didn’t stop by the local establishment for a cool one for it truly was a dry (gulp), dirty but delivered, dusty deserted desert town we had arrived to. Where even the scorpion went to church on Sunday looking for a shot of water or wine.

I’m starting to think (danger zone) that this is what our Skype cast was sorta to be like last Saturday just before the Bomber debacle: I should forgive them by the weekend: Back on the train Pilgrim…

As we pulled away, Glen showed me how to remove unnecessary/unwanted baggage from that of my tool bar train through that of the bookmark conductor with widgets in hand. Yes, we ventured back into Pandora’s Box, found her asleep beside 3 bears, and quickly exited with that which we needed: no, not porridge, bananas… it seems Tarzan left his monkey behind chasing after that brunette in a “G”ouche “G”-String: there’s a picture of her on my flickr….

A few miles on, I lost contact with my host, this “moccasin telegraph” (smoke signals incognito) that I’m using isn’t quite the same as Sirius Satellite… so I thought I would sit a bit, sit a spell, have a sip, and dare do tell, dare I dwell… that I’m kinda yearning for a return to the good ol’ days of Rock ‘n’ Roll, Blue Suede Shoes and Johnny B. Goode; after all, he was a Rebel and he “Road Through the West”.

Well what did I accomplish today: figured out (finally – thank you God) how to add classmate blog info. to that of my roll. Thomas and Glen directed me with/in this endeavor. I had to contact Thomas via the “landline” – I know I’m an Anti-Christ (3 hail Mary’s and 1 garlic glove should do) and Glen kinda gives you hints (Discovery Learning on the ICT channel) and you are to go from there. So here I am: still going – like an Energizer Bunny caught in the rain. I am still not done: What I’m trying to do is add an address (with descriptors) and then go to the website and comment on each and every blog contained there within before moving on. By the time you get down to the “Hello World” blog, you are pretty much in “Yup” mode.

I was also able to upload an avatar of my son: had to do some security unlocking in order to get the picture to view and for cropping purposes. At 1st when I uploaded the picture, it would view on the 1st page, and then after cropping… show up blank and black – similar to that of a White House news release: you know more before than you do after.

Next… I uploaded my football pool address and site information just to keep track of how I am doing (I’m near on last) while I’m hard at work here… Yeah! Right!

Lastly, I went to my widget section and was actually able to drag and drop a widget into the box above. The widget was that of the “Flicker Photos”. Well by this time I was feeling fairly full of myself, and then (foreshadow)… I arrived back to my weblog site to find my “Flicker Photos” alive (and all a flicker) but with that of my blog address/access information gone! WHAT? If by chance you thought you heard some cursing and a cussing, you did, it was I, I will have to eat some soap (not Irish Spring, I hear that makes it worse) as penance. What was I to do? Invoke Plan “G” young man: call the G-Men. So I did. I “G”-mailed “G”len and he prompted me to ask my classmates as to how to undo that which I had done? “To See or Not To See”? that is the question fellow citizens of the Roman Republic. In between time, I went back to the widget smidget section and drug the flicker photos back into Pandora’s Box wench they came.

All in all it was a good day…

PS: The Bombers are killing me… “Why have though forsaken me Blue?”

A Sunday Gentleman Has Come To Town

On Sunday morning coming down, a Sunday gentleman has come to town,

All satin ‘n’ lace and full of grace, a lady beside him to set the pace,

Gleam on sword, gleamin’eye, free of ward, all full of pride,

When the clock strikes twelve, the shoe shant fit,

This silly game you must acquit!

A rat, a rat, oh has been found; a Sunday gentleman has come to town,

Scurry away, oh skittle scat, you fool, you fool, you rat, you rat,

Back to hiding, back you go, hurry now…. the bell does toll,

Down on luck, down in dole, to debtor’s prison…. off you go!

The town crier, hails “A Clown!” A Sunday gentleman has come to town,

For six long days and weary nights, you’ve paced ‘n’ prayed to end your plight,

Drink your tea, oh drink your port, gleefully – oh wicked sort.

Pay your debt, Oh! Pay your bill, free yourself this wretched chill.

But you shant listen to advice so sound,

You’re a Sunday Gentleman, you’ve come to town,

Now you sit all a boast, it’s time to drink; it’s time to toast,

To those merry men who sit in wait, you’re bugle call is but too late,

It’s Sunday morning coming down; I’m the Sunday Gentleman come to town.

What does this have to do with the course? Nothing really… It’s just that Thomas, in his blogs, has been mentioning that of chasing the fox and letting the hound lose, so I thought I would… Hey! This gave me an opportunity to practice my copy/paste editing skills from that of my documents… I didn’t (“Believe It Or Not” – this is Mr. Wripley) manually type it in.

In Marry’s Ol’ England, away back when, those who failed to own up to their bills, and debts, were, when, and if apprehended, sent off to Debtor’s prison for a little apprehension of their own, and to pay their due. However, for those illustrious individuals who were illusive enough to evade the pursuit of the law between Monday morn, and Saturday eve, of each, and every week, they luckily found, or were given, by law – a legal loophole of leisure: reprieve, rest, and respite from that of the pursuit, and their pursuers on the Lord’s Day – Sunday. On this day of sacrament when the soul was allowed to rest ‘n’ relax, lest we forget …. to forgive, they were afforded free reign to carry on as to that which they had previously been privy to without fear of arrest, imprisonment, or bother from or by any of those “Cobblestone Collectors”, whom, I’m sure, were waiting somewhere in the wing being the “tar and feather” sort that they themselves were, to continue on with that of the rabbit chase, and eventual release of the hounds.

“Release the Hounds!”

Course Comment: All too many of the Poetry links or sites out there are that of the bogus kind (i.e) Poetry.com. They are simply set up to take your poem and money too… they offer you publication in a book you have to buy back from them; I guess we could say they have a captive audience. Poem acceptance is guaranteed on the initial entry and when it comes to writing, if you aren’t rejected a few hundred times than something is most certainly up.

Note to Self: If it seems to good to be true (critical thinking), then, more so than not – it shall be false.

                                                                                                                                         I walk alone,
But worry not for me…
I have me, myself and I,
and my shadow for company…

All roads do lead to Rome,
Down the Appian Way…
May your soul,
No more to Roam…
Oh! Blessed be thy way!