Comments on this blog have sort of slowed down, and with the comment contest goal at 96,000 (another thousand to go!), it just seems like it’s taking forever to get there.
Guess I ought to bump up the prize. Like for instance–
Win a Genuine Viking Ship! The lucky reader who posts Comment 96,000 wins a genuine Viking ship, currently on display at some big-time museum in Norway. Vikings come extra, you’ll have to hire them yourself–but the ship itself is free, free, free (plus $85,999,99 for shipping and handling)!
Now you can terrorize the coastline and fill your ship’s hold with plunder!
What’s that you say? A ship of this kind doesn’t have a hold? Hey, go harass a grizzly bear or something–we’re busy here!
Of course, you can still win a cool T-shirt or an autographed book if that’s what you want; but this is probably the only way you can get your hands on a genuine Viking longship.
Hahaha I don’t mind the ship at all! So I can travel around the world for FREEEEEEEEEEE!
Nice try — charging shipping for a ship! Anyway, who wants a ship with no head? (I’m speaking of the, ahem, latrine provisions, not a prow ornament.)
Anyway, I’m so bogged down with paperwork right now that I barely have time to read posts, let alone comment on them. I’m hoping that things will quiet down next week … but I may have put the whammy on next week just by saying that. Sigh. 😬
So much for retirement. (I feel your pain.)
A Viking ship would be great. I read where the Vikings were farming successfully in Greenland way before Columbus or the Pilgrims, and that is was hotter back then than now. What do you know.
In the late 1300s-early 1400s, the climate in Greenland grew colder and the Norse settlements there shriveled up and died.
I am not a math wiz, but it seems to me, according to the comment count, as it now stands only 21 comments are needed to get the prize of the free long boat.
Who do I make the check out to for the shipping costs? I still have a few checks left in my old checkbook. The check will be good, but don’t try to cash or drop it, for I will not be held responsible for any damage done to your face when it rebounds off the floor.
I wonder, does the ship come with an instruction manual and a well seasoned crew? Of course, I will settle for a partially seasoned or even a raw crew.
Holy cow, you’re right! Somehow I totally misread the stat sheet. So it’s only twenty-something to go… That ought to wind up sometime tomorrow.
Gee, where does the time go?
Thank you, I feel so much better now. Now that I know others also make those kinds of mistakes. Please make more, so I can continue to feel better about myself. It would also help, if all the others on this blog would join in.
To answer your question, where does the time go? Well, maybe it goes flying out the window, like my alarm-clock, when I don’t feel like getting up. I try not to do that, for than I waste a lot of time searching the jungle that’s growing right outside my window. But it does help locating it, when the alarm is still ringing, announcing, “daylight in the swamp.”
Brother Lee, I am sorry, but when you wrote Holy Cow, I thought of this poem by Gelett Burgess “The Purple Cow.”
I never saw a Purple Cow,
I never hope to see one,
But I can tell you, anyhow,
I’d rather see than be one!
Today, while climbing up the stair,/ I met a man who wasn’t there./ He wasn’t there again today:/ I wish, I wish, he’d go away!
Ogden Nash (?)
Hughes Mearns “The Little Man Who Wasn’t There.”
Ogden Nash: “The Kitten”
The trouble with a kitten is
THAT
Eventually it becomes a
CAT.
I like Peter Piper and the Woodchuck chucking wood, but this one by Carolyn Wells I think is about the best. I can recite it quickly without missing a beat.
A canner, exceedingly canny.
One morning remarked to his granny,
“A canner can can
Anything that he can,
But a canner can’t can a can, can he?”
You’ve got to find an old book that my mother used to have, . Every one of those great old silly poems is in it!
I do have one book that has those great silly poems and much more in it. “Favorite Poems Old and New,” Selected by Helen Ferris. It has over seven hundred classic and modern poems. “The Highwayman” by Alfred Noyes, “The Spider and the Fly” by Mary Howitt, which I love to read to my children, “The Charge of the Light Brigade” by Alfred Tennyson, “The Monkeys and the Crocodile” by Laura E. Richards and so many more wonderful poems.
That sounds like a family treasure,