/m259 Just a quick follow-up, thunklist.php and all its variations appear to be off the Google index finally, yay! There are a handful of links from the homepage that may still be indexed, but for the most part the thunklist is no longer indexed. If anyone runs into any unthunk pages still on the list let me know.

archaeopteryx

I thanked you on GW arch, but hadn't come over here to do so yet and figured I should. Much appreciate you fixing it. I've had no problems with it lately ... indeed, I haven't seen it pop up at all for quite some time. I also apologize for assumption that it was intentional. I knew some of the folks over here had little use for Gary and were ... irritated ... at GW for, among other things, at least in some cases, actually banning them. When unthunk started showing up I erroneously assumed (like several other "destroy googlewhack" sites on the 'net), you folks were intentionally trying to screw it up. Anyway, again, apologies and thanks. (And I appreciate that you've got an "alternate" site here!) Have a great Christmas everyone. Tuck

/m261 Thanks Tucker! Happy Holidays to you and everyone else here :)

Drat! :-) I spoke too soon arch. You're back. Google "sildenafils pitapats" ... and you get rinus' pipapats from 12/21/07 [12986] and his sildenafils from 12/24/07 [12992] (the day after I left my "congratulations", naturally :-). It seems to like him!

Tucker

PS: thanks rinus re pitapats comment

Make love, not war!

The next line I had in mind for ZP204 was "Become a Post-Pre-Raphaelite" - ironic that I, who generally oppose consecutive contributions, was thwarted by the one current poem that doesn't allow them!

/m265 I don't know if 206 allows consecutive contributions, but you've been getting such good results with feeder lines lately that I decided to try fishing for a certain triple rhyme on "Obama". That didn't work out, but I think Francine's line is even better than what I had in mind!

BTW, what are the odds that someone whose first name more-or-less rhymes with a country the U.S. recently went to war with, and whose last name rhymes with the name of the guy who likely made that war politically possible, could ever be a real contender (or "contendah", as Brando would say) for the Presidency? What's that old saw about truth being stranger than fiction?...

I'm not sure if Helen found a feeder on 205 or if she was just being...well, you know..."Helen".

/m267 I don't know either -- but I think I'm on the right track.

Just when you think you've heard it all - http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/23595533/

Edited by author 03-13-2008 05:30 AM
/m269 Good Lord! If someone were to put that in a movie or novel, it would be considered implausible, to say the least.

Hey, how are all my Ziti friends doing these days? I haven't been checking in too much lately. Been busy.

I was on some other message boards recently where you can post images. I wonder if QT allows that? I'm gonna try. Here goes.

Well, that didn't work. Just gave the link instead of embedding the image.

Francine, thank you for your line on 202 - I just couldn't come up with one I liked - yours is just what I was searching for :-)

/m271 You're welcome and thank <i>you</>. :-)

Hey, remember the old days when I used to post favorite poems? Well, in honor of St. Paddy's Day, here's an Irish poem I think is quite lovely:

BROKEN VOWS (translated by Lady Gregory)
 
It is late last night the dog was speaking of you;
the snipe was speaking of you in her deep marsh.
It is you are the lonely bird through the woods;
and that you may be without a mate until you find me.

You promised me, and you said a lie to me,
that you would be before me where the sheep are flocked;
I gave a whistle and three hundred cries to you,
and I found nothing there but a bleating lamb.

You promised me a thing that was hard for you,
a ship of gold under a silver mast;
twelve towns with a market in all of them,
and a fine white court by the side of the sea.

You promised me a thing that is not possible,
that you would give me gloves of the skin of a fish;
that you would give me shoes of the skin of a bird,
and a suit of the dearest silk in Ireland.

It is early in the morning that I saw him coming,
going along the road on the back of a horse;
he did not come to me;
he made nothing of me;
and it is on my way home that I cried my fill.

When I go by myself to the Well of Loneliness,
I sit down and I go through my trouble;
when I see the world and do not see my boy,
he that has amber shade in his hair.

It was On that Sunday I gave my love to you;
the Sunday that is last before Easter Sunday.
And myself on my knees reading the Passion;
and my two eyes giving my love to you for ever.

My mother said to me not to be talking with you to-day,
or tomorrow, or on the Sunday;
it was a bad time she took for telling me that;
it was shutting the door after the house was robbed.

My heart is as black as the blackness of the sloe,
or the black coal that is on the smith's forge;
or as the sole of a shoe left in white halls;
it was you put that darkness into my life.

You have taken the east from me;
you have taken the west from me;
you have taken what is before me and what is behind me;
you have taken the moon,
you have taken the sun from me;
and my fear is great
that you have taken God from me!

Thanks to all who helped on 209. (Good wrap-up, Francine!) As it turns out, 209 wasn't ready in time for my going-away lunch, but I didn't really find an opportunity at that for speechifying anyway.

I started my new job this past week, and it's going well. I've already managed to recruit a new personality there, Mr. Grant Mild. I hope Sam, Grant, and I can become more active again on the ZP soon.