look at what he’s making me do on my friday afternoon? Tell me, people, where’s the compromise?
crossreference too coldhearted for coldplay {part a}
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yeah for coldplay!
boo for songs that get stuck in your head.
*gasp*
not cool main slice of cheese.
I’m not sure if he’s so happy because of what he’s watching on the laptop or because he’s watching you.
Cold Heart?? – Ahhh! Warm feet! What a bleffing! š
Cold Play? – furely that doth be the fcottish play, Macduff?
Or poffibly Hamlet in Denmark’f chill Winter?
Be thou not difcontent Fair Maid, for mufic hath charm to foothe the favage Breaft.
If mufic be the food of ‘Love’… Play On.. Play On, Horatio.
wf
I know, Tam…what could I do? He was playing it and kept on saying, “have you seen this part?”…”watch this one”…”isn’t this amazing?”….and I responded, “No”, “no” and, “no”. But he likes me anyway…he just bought me ice cream.
OH, hislife, he does like to look at me…just ask him! Tonight, we went bathing suit shopping. He was so cute and made me feel so beautiful!
Now, wf, I had to read this one over a few times…I can usually pick which play you choose, so this was a great challenge! But isn’t it cold hands, warm heart? I’ll take cold heart warm feet though…primarily because you have 8 times the talent than I!!!
awww – now you’re embarraffing me. Not Eight timef furely? feven if enough i fear. š
You are quite correct thif time the play waf a mere play on wordf. Cold Handf, warm heart if the proverb.
Twelfth Night waf one of my quotef tho’…
O, it came o’er my ear like the fweet found,
That breathef upon a bank of violetf,
ftealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
‘Tif not fo fweet now af it waf before.
O fpirit of love! how quick and frefh art thou,…
and i confeff to borrowing from Mr Congreve about the Charmf of Mufic.
wf
I pray thee not hath need of any dictionarie to learn of my fecret identitie?
Many and loud
are the cluef by now.
And None morefo
than in Turandot..
‘cept perhap’f by ‘The Prince’…? ( from which we make ‘much ado’)
i am but one Word!
O fpirit! š
wf
So yay…he wants you to learn the songs so you can rock out at the concert. I am telling you, you have a winner on your hands with that one. seriously.
he is one determined fellow.
@wf: I’m going to start playing 20 questions w/ you, yet I fear I won’t have a clue how to decipher your answers if it’s not scripted by a noble English play write!
@kristi: I know, the problem is, I make up my own words to the songs…it drives him nuts!!! š
@alece: talk about sexy avatar, hotness in a box, I tell ya!!!
20 queftionf?? letf fee if i can ‘Play Rite’?
(you are fo going to have one of those ‘D’Oh’ momentf with the fmacking of the palm on one’f forehead)
Play on, Play on…
… fweet Juliet. š
i am nothing, if i am not honeft, in anfwering.
Miff Mandy and all are moft welcome to alfo, i furmife??
wf
wf, question one: male or female?
Anfwer One: George Eliot might well have been a Ewe dreffed af a Ram but i have never been fo inclined. You may rightly know my fex by my ‘pen’-name! š
In cafe my phrafing doth again miflead – while i remain a fwan and not a fheep, i am more rightly a ‘cob’ than ‘pen’ š
A normal dictionarie fhould fuffice for thofe š
fo many cluef!
who will be firft to fathom me out?
wf
wf – Feathers and pens…one and the same…tell me true…is your neck truly as long as a swans?
anfwer two: In all truth, my neck is as long as any other fwan’s! ( tho’ my ruff may hide it somewhat!)
It may depend tho’ upon which definition of that one word you chofe, for there be more than juft ‘wan š
My quill may indeed be a feather,
of which the fwan’f be of the fineft kind…
But it be more a queftion of whether,
mine be of cob or pen that’f playing on our mind. š
wf
Schwanengesang
Shakespeare you are the dear, dear Swan of Avon. Who would’st think you’d be so hard to find with all your downy plumage fine?
this, my dear, is quite over my little head.
I only had a crush on my english teacher…my knowledge is small…very, very small.
Methinkf thou doth fell thyfelf fhort, my deare.
fwan if another name for a poet.
Cob if another name for a male fwan
Pen if another name for a female fwan
D’oh if a deer – a female deare š
Another q? or do i juft put all the cluef together in a lump fo that my identitie be obviouf to all?
wf
oh mysterious WF:
give us the clues!!! give us the clues!!!
Robert Palmer: – we’re all looking for clues…
Come on Will – give us a clue – or two! š
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wf – Would you, could you be Duke Orsino?
Anfwer three: I would if i could! š
but i did not create ‘me’ – that role belongf to One who if above all and therfore, while a fair gueff, i cannot be he.
Orfino if but a creation of mind and in that i am like him, but i have a ‘real’ name – or real to fome by which all involved do know me.
It if a name they are well familiar with both in writing and in their nature.
I am a very part of you all.
fo near, and yet fo far. š
wf
is it? can it be? my long lost english teacher crush?
[time to warn the husband!]
[quizzically speaking] ….Are you from the North East, per se?
so…. we know you. you are a part of us…
hmmmmm…..
but far away at the same time.
And you are “one”word?
fomething tellf me i am not playing this game quite right?
Aren’t i only fuppofed to anfwer yea or nay?
But fome rulef were made to be broken – “On with the Motley” i fay!
Anfwer 4, part the a: Wouldft be my delight my Native tongue to teach , and your hufband needf muft have no feare…
for your crufh no longer me-ward would reach, be i a man of four hundred yeare.
Anfwer 4, part the b: In Truth the Bard if not from the North, but doth refide upon the Avon Fair, of which if further fouth than the poet of whome ye do furmife. š
Anfwer 5: (Miff Mandy afketh not a queftion forfooth?) But to Hiflife…
the very thing! for it if my fame how now i be named. š
One word only – be it fmall, or large… it doth cover a multitude of finf!
wf
“One word only – be it fmall, or largeā¦ it doth cover a multitude of finf!”
hehehe! brilliant. š
WELL-done!
WELL-done!!!!!
bravo!!!!!!
The name so long now I have thought
tis a word that softly beckons
can it be
that only me
has guessed this plot
surely not
it’s fun and games you see
the truth we will soon be
revealed in love.
Oh, I’m so slow…so, so slow.
Please don’t ask me to be on your treasure hunt…I’ll lead you to the nearest bakery rather than the box of wealth!
I love love though. love love.
Hey Cathi, can I follow you? huh?huh?
LOL
of course, hislife! I call the boston cream donut!
I’ll have the raspberry filled thank you. š Dare we share a different one too?
You do realize this doesn’t do much for my NMFAPIMWLC? I know, I’ll just have to call a free day.
Methinkf love will out!
“Ha! – The Prince… Monseur Love.” ( from Much Ado)
i thought that was a DEAD giveaway!??
Turandot: “His Name is Love!” – ‘Liu’
( Turandot Scene 3 act 1 is where we get Pavarotti’s famous ‘Nessun Dorma’ (None Shall Sleep) )
Well Done to His Life and also to Mandy perchance?
No-one guessed Ric, the Poet?
Cathi – you are the treasure hunt QUEEN from now on!
“TO THE BAKERY!!!”
I’ll have a choc eclair thanks!
love those!
Thanks for playing š
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Love, you are absolutely amazing. I’m still working on interpreting some of those doosies!
But don’t worry, now, I’m conjuring my own scheme…conjuring….
in case you all ( hee-hee) had not noticed – i love poetry as well š
And i did originally come from the land of Shakespeare’s birth – i’ve even walked through his and Anne Hathaway’s house!
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by the way, we all deserve a pastry after that one. SL;DFKDSJAF;LKDJFD online diet aside, we all deserve it!
You too should teach this stuff, love…wear a bow tie and speak in a British accent, and you may have a strong following!
Thanks sweetness!
You can do Magic…. ( America – 70’s Supergroup) š
Conjour away! š
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deal! I’ll bring the card tricks and you’ll bring the intrigue….we can be a traveling group too!
A smidgen of my brane????
I would not wish that upon you! – or anyone! š
A following would be nice… but am not sure i could maintain a ‘calm, loving’ demeanour when faced with ‘students’.
i honestly don’t know how you manage to stay sane…
wait a minit….???
š
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wf – I was thinking it was you Love on comment 8. Then when I read a few more, it seemed I was to find the “poet”, and of course it couldn’t be WS because you were WF.
Thinking too much!
Great job, this was really fun.
A touring troupe?
we’d need minstrels!
any suggestions??? š
Oh! – I wanna saw a lady in half! š
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Hislife – thinking too much? A woman after my own ‘heart’!
or would that be ‘brain’? š
some of that was hard work! – but great fun too 8)
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there are days where I’ll happily volunteer to be “the severed lady” – oh, there are days!!!
I’ll volunteer mark to be “the man eating chicken”
i was impressed w/ your inquisitive nature, hislife! You did some good guessing and finally relieved me of the pressure of guessing…I still want a wf/english dictionary. That’ll be the day!
Definitely deciphering was half the fun. The is this really and “s” or an “f” and the clues themselves.
So glad I wasn’t a blog hog š
The hard work was remembering to type f for s – ‘as was the custom of the time’ (Grampa Simpson voice)
i blew it once on the last comment i think?
Man eating chicken? a la Ozzie Osbourne/Black Sabbath??
What about a jester? Shakespeare had clowns and fools in many of his plays!
Fools have got a ‘bad rap’ lately – they had a very important role in olden days – as scapegoats and were far from being ‘foolish’ as we use the term today. š
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i’m officially lost and confused yet i totally know what’s going on.
explain THAT!
your one of US!
That’s all the explanation you’re getting š That and some pretty unexplainable stuff happens on Steggalll’s blog! š
Love to all š
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mr.love – i thought you were a numbers man?!? š
you did well… you did very well.
Cathi loves a good riddle, you know!
yeah, I was the little girl, who when a riddle was delivered, I’d just keep on repeating “Green! Green!!!” hoping that one day, the answer would fit. I should have know from that early age that “love” is always the right answer!
*sigh*
now miss hislife, blog hog all you want, you know you’re always welcome here at me.com!!!
But Love, my husband would just sit there w/ a box of KFC on his lap and a sign next to him saying “man eating chicken”…b/c he’s like that, that’s why! š And of course you can be the jester…you have to don the hat w/ the jingle bells though! And I like the jester…playing cards keep me from giving them a bad rap.
And mandy mac, you spelled the last word wrong, it should have been, “cathi loves a good raddle, you know!”…why, I have no idea.
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Mandy – there can be great poetry in numbers! ( well i think there can anyway. )
One, Two, Three, o’clock, Four o’clock. Rock!
Five, Six, Seven o’clock, Eight o’clock. Rock!
Nine, Ten, Eleven o’clock, Twelve o’clock. Rock!
We’re gonna Rock around the clock tonight!
I love words a lot too !
and riddles. š
Maybe Mark and i could do a double act? Abbott and Costello? Laurel and Hardy? I’ll be the tall thin one! ( if NMFAPIMWLC works out the way i hope! ) š
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HEHEHE!!!!
i LOVE that kind of poetry.
lets see if i can make another one – this for drew:
one is how much more i need if fun is what i seek.
two is what the fun will be, if you are here with me.
how’s that for offthetopofmyhead?
the songwriter plus the riddler…what to expect next here on me.com?!!?!? I’m so honored!
How about this…one, two, nine, I love my cat, einstein! 8)
But as for the camaraderie w/ Mark, sir love, you will have to work stinking backward and forward b/c Mark’s blowing my socks off w/ his weightloss challenge since january. the jerk.
a fair attempt on the ‘run’ miss M, but are saying the fun would be if i were there with you two? or just with one of you? ( can i pick which?) š or did you still mean drew? š
wf
one, two, nine? – huh? – Why Not? š
Hey! – i loft my lifp!?
Dratf!
wf
well, you can blame it on the dental work, wf! I’ll blame mine on the american educational system.
wf – You lost your lisp? Alas, what will we do now? How can we help you to get it back? And if we get it back will it come back changed in some minor way?