sigh That is indeed kind of you, but I fear it no more than a pity swoon.
Alas, my heart broken, I exit silently, looking backward in forlorn hope for a returned gaze of longing that I so rarely behold…
Well, all I can say is~
I can’t think of ANYTHING to say.
Which, for those who know me well (Dan? Kathryn? mrblue?) is a stunning thing.
I just thought I would wander in here and remind you all that I exist.
[sub]And I would like a little bit of attention, too. Not that I am needy, or anything, because I am not. But you’se guys are having all the fun, and I feel left out, that’s all. :sniff:[/sub]
And Rosebud, it looks as though you have conquered my beloved DRY’s heart.
You are one lucky lady!
Scotti:)
[QUOTE]
*Originally posted by mrblue92 *
**
Well, Steve (may I call you Steve? Or would you prefer that I stick to mrblue?)
You have now officially caused a swoon. Not a sympathy swoon, but an honest and heartfelt swoon. My cat is typing this, as I am lying on the floor fanning myself.
Scotti the IMPRESSED!
[sub]And so is my cat, BTW[/sub]
:breaking out of pretentious literary mode:
Scotti: Of course you can call me Steve. I must admit that if your cat is indeed typing your posts, I am the one who is truly impressed.
I would grace you ladies with more lines, but I’m afraid inspiration fails me, mostly because pouring my soul into writing like this bothers me. It feels partially dishonest, as I only know you by words, not actions. It’s as if my platitudes are made of wispy paper when I wish they could be as solid gold.
:apparently drifting back into literary mode:
Kathryn, Rosebud, Scotti: Rest assured you are among the dearest and sweetest of creatures, deserving of the deepest love imaginable, and I end this post hoping that you find it.
My darling Steve~
All things are possible when love is involved. Which is why my cat can type. See, I LOVE her, and I don’t want her to feel left out. And she LOVES me too. [sub]because I feed her.[/sub]
See, I just dictate this stuff to Kobii. If ever I post a stupid or TMI or weird post, it is because Kobii has chosen to edit my dictation and interject her own skewed view of humanity.
When you LIKE my posts, it is just me posting.
That is MY story, and I am sticking tuit!
Scotti
You know, Scotti, I bet the airlines would allow your cat in First Class, especially if she bought the tickets online…
Steve, you have managed to get this thread back on topic.
Now I’m impressed.
That is a true feat.
I love this place!
:mad:
“’tis slander,
Whose edge is sharper than the sword,
whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile,
whose breath Rides on the posting winds
and doth belie All corners of the world;”
–Cymbeline, Act 3, Scene iv
Hey, buddy, you’re the one who posts things like:
:eek:
Which, by the way, is too much information! 
“We have here recovered
the most dangerous piece of lechery
that ever was known in the commonwealth.” :rolleyes:
–Much Ado About Nothing, Act 3, Scene iii
“And I have heard it said, unbidden guests
Are often welcomest when they are gone.”
–Henry VI, Part 1, Act 2, Scene ii
“As many lies as will lie
in thy sheet of paper,
although the sheet were big enough
for the bed of Ware in England”
–Twelfth Night, Act 3, Scene ii
**
“And thus I clothe my naked villany
With odd old ends stol’n forth of holy writ,
And seem a saint when most I play the devil.”
–Richard III, Act 1, Scene iii
[sub]I’m kidding with this post–I think mr. blue92’s doing a really good job.
Oh, and Crunchy Frog—I think some of the women here would be impressed with Monty Python quotes.[/sub]
:rolleyes:
“O! Dissembling courtesy.
How fine this tyrant
Can tickle where she wounds”
–Cymbeline, Act 1, Scene i
:mad:
“Behold yound simpering dame,
Whose face between her forks presageth snow;
That minces virtue, and does shake the head
To hear of pleasure’s name;
The fitchew nor the soiled horse goes to ’t
With a more riotous appetite.
Down from the waist they are Centaurs,
Though women all above:
But to the girdle do the gods inherit,
Beneath is all the fiends’:
There’s hell, there’s darkness,
there is the sulphurous pit,
Burning, scalding, stench, consumption;
fie, fie, fie! pah, pah!”
–King Lear, Act 4, Scene vi
I’ll give you one chance to make good, Kathryn. Amend your sig and tell everyone who your favorite is!
We’re waiting…
“O mistress mine!
where are you roaming?
O! stay and hear;
your true love’s coming,
That can sing both high and low.
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man’s son doth know.”
–Twelfth Night, Act 2, Scene iii
**
Said of Scotti:
“confess yourself freely to her;
importune her;
she’ll help to put you
in your place again.
She is of so free, so kind, so apt,
so blessed a disposition,
that she holds it a vice in her goodness
not to do more than she is requested.”
–Othello, Act 2, Scene iii 
**
“O lady Fortune,
Stand you auspicious!”
–The Winter’s Tale, Act 4, Scene iii
“With love’s light wings
did I o’erperch these walls;
For stony limits
cannot hold love out,
And what love can do
that dares love attempt”
–Romeo and Juliet, Act 2, scene ii
“That man that hath a tongue,
I say, is no man,
If with his tongue
he cannot win a woman.”
–The Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act 3, Scene i
**
“If then true lovers have been ever cross’d,
It stands as an edict in destiny:
Then let us teach our trial patience,
Because it is a customary cross,
As due to love as thoughts and dreams and sighs,
Wishes and tears, poor fancy’s followers.”
–A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 1, Scene i
**
“Fall not a tear, I say;
one of them rates
All that is won and lost.”
–Antony and Cleopatra, Act 3, Scene ix
“I as free forgive you
As I would be forgiven:
I forgive all.
There cannot be those numberless offences
’Gainst me that I cannot take peace with”
–Henry VIII, Act 2, Scene i
But my forgiveness has one price:
“mistress, know yourself:
down on your knees,
And thank heaven, fasting,
for a good man’s love”
–As You Like It, Act 3, Scene v
[sub]hey, it’s been quite a while since I’ve used “the bj quote”[/sub]
Though thou wouldst sayeth these words are in jest, thy tainted barbs’ poison drips from my wounds, and thy true nature revealeth itself. For tho’ thy scorn be dismissed as hollow, my injured soul hath been torn asunder by these flaming arrows, these wretched swords, these cursed words.
Retract thy contempt, as I shall mine for thee, that such contemptous thoughts be cast aside, and as in peace brothers will stride, so shall we, thus denying the evil that wrests men’s hearts.
I love you guys!
So much!
Dan, adored one, a stuffed monkey lobbed across the room for that one. Followed by laughter and a true smile.
Steve, I believe I have said this before, but it deserves to be repeated. Your dear spirit shows through.
DRY, dear, now be nice and make up, please?
Well, we can all see who won my heart…
Alas, fair lady, for tho’ thy favor rests on another, the love that bindeth me to thee shall not fade, tho’ the mountains crumble and the sun a blackened cinder be.
Steve:
swoon
picks herself off the floor before DRY sees
brushes dust off her clothes
<mumbles> cursed blackmail
notices DRY in the corner
BUT I LOVE DRY BEST YES I DO!
(Dan really is a dear friend. Whatever I tease. I just can’t let him get away with everything.)
Oh, what fickle fate hast brought me! Dost thou not see, sweetest Rosebud, why thy petals I do so long to smell? For tho’ my love for Kate goes unrequited, my love for you still awaits the embrace of thy kind eyes and the gentle words of thy velvet lips.
Tho’ my mind sayeth such love is but folly, my heart canst not resist; it doth beat in fervent anticipation of thy heavenly reply. What sayest thou, O dearest one? Shall this heart be but another thrown amongst hungry wolves, or shall it be thy throne, thy mansion, wherest thou wilt dwell in finest estate?
“Brush up your Shakespeare,
start quoting him now;
brush up your Shakespeare,
and the women you will wow…”
– Kiss Me Kate
How you doing, RTFirefly?
So seems this thread thy pleasure doth it make,
To fade anon, tho’ Shakespeare should I fake.
Yet parting thee I find a bitter pill,
And wish to stay, if so be it thy will,
To tarry on, this conversation fair.
Reply, in kindness, m’ angels of the air,
That we might woo, and in this wooing start,
A friendship fine, that groweth in thy heart.
('las, this sonnet I shall not make complete,
For rhyme and meter clearly is not meet.
And t’would be poor this form for me to stretch,
These silly lines, that maketh thee to retch.)