Unutterably Silly So what are you doing RIGHT NOW?

[SneakySnake]

Here's a book with something to say about a lot of things

http://www.fictionwise.com/servlet/m...d=612&id=13425

I have read it pbook version late 1990s. Probably needs an update to chat more about the war on terror.

[recluse]

Works for me!

Thanks, Nomesque. For listening and understanding.
It touches my heart that you would do that for a faceless stranger.
Bless you and, if I may, *Mwah!*

[nomesque]

Originally Posted by SneakySnake

Here's a book with something to say about a lot of things

http://www.fictionwise.com/servlet/m...d=612&id=13425

I have read it pbook version late 1990s. Probably needs an update to chat more about the war on terror.

Hmmm... does look very interesting! Pity it's unavailable atm.

Originally Posted by recluse

Works for me!

Thanks, Nomesque. For listening and understanding.
It touches my heart that you would do that for a faceless stranger.
Bless you and, if I may, *Mwah!*

You're welcome, m'dear. Glad to be of service. And of course, a *MWAH!* is always appreciated

[SneakySnake]

Originally Posted by nomesque

Hmmm... does look very interesting! Pity it's unavailable atm.

Bugga. I left my pbook copy on the plane earlier this year and dragged the cabin crew back to let me in to retrieve it.

[SneakySnake]

I am madly trying to find the guitar chords for this song...

Spoiler:

Around the wild Cape Horn

By Ralph McTell

I was born a land-bound farm boy
and in New England raised,
The rippling of the wheat fields,
well they were my ocean waves.
Each cry and call, each rise and fall,
of the crows across the corn
Were seagulls swooping across the bow,
of a ship I dreamed
I’d sail around Cape Horn.

My deck was the dusty farm yard,
my mast was the telegraph pole,
The wind blown choir in the telephone wire
was the chord heard in my soul.
And it seemed to have been singing,
since the day that I was born,
Gonna take a trip on a sailing ship,
all the way around the wild Cape Horn.

Well I found that ship in Hamburg,
her name was The Peking
Our skipper’s name was Captain Jürs,
and I’d never met a man like him.
He pulled two men out from the sea,
by the hair, in a raging storm.
And he kept that grateful sailing ship,
all the way around the wild Cape Horn.

Well its four hours on, and its four hours off
you sleep in your wet clothes.
The only dry thing on this ship,
is the cargo down below.
Eleven thousand miles we sailed,
nigh on one hundred dawns,
Thirty-two sails on a heaving ship,
pulling us around the wild Cape Horn.

Well the cargo weighed five thousand tons,
the ship three thousand more.
An acre of sail was up aloft,
some seventeen storeys tall.
And we had a pig, and a scruffy dog
and a turkey fed on corn.
And willing hands who catch the wind,
hauling us around the wild Cape Horn.

For seventeen days we were becalmed
and then Friday the thirteenth
Sixty eight great ships were lost
in the storm of the century.
But we were swept into the Atlantic,
on a sun-lit sparkling morn,
The turkey got sick, so we ate him quick,
on the way around the wild Cape Horn.

Well she had us sort of hypnotised,
no time to catch our breath,
If you want to feel really alive,
well you have to flirt with death.
Sail close to the harnessed wind,
and treat all risks with scorn
A farm boy and un-yoked team,
ploughed their way around the wild Cape Horn.

Now on that voyage we lost two boys,
they got thrown overboard.
Silence from us down below,
no one could put in words.
Two empty bunks to mark the space
in our young lives to mourn,
Voids between all life and death,
on the way around the wild Cape Horn

And mountain waves, like avalanches
crashed upon the decks,
The screaming winds snapped ropes and spars,
and tried to have us wrecked.
but she rose and fell through the foam and the swell,
her sails were ripped and torn
Eight thousand tons tossed like a cork,
on the way around the wild Cape Horn.

And she had us sort of hypnotised,
no time to catch our breath,
If you ever want to feel alive,
well you’d better flirt with death.
And sail close to the harnessed wind,
and treat all risks with scorn
A farm boy and un-yoked team,
ploughed their way around the wild Cape Horn.
Well, a farmer boy and un-yoked team,
ploughed their way around the wild Cape Horn.

[beppe]

Originally Posted by happy_terd

Eating a 650 cal can of salmon for the 100 grams of protein.

God get me through this.

Originally Posted by SneakySnake

I just had a doggie bar for 17.5 grams of protein. And my bluddy fat intake is over the daily limit and I haven't had lunch yet! But I have lost half a kilo this week already yay!

Originally Posted by happy_terd

watch out for them protein bars. You can generally get more protein and less calories by eating a simple and small lean piece of meat.

Originally Posted by SneakySnake

Can of tuna coming up (or actually going down) for lunch. Ooh and some left over steak from dinner too. Or should I give that to Mr M?

Originally Posted by happy_terd

red meat not so good for other reasons.

Eat lean chicken (sorry pooh) and fish if you want protein with few calories.

BOb's book Eat for life says very bad things about the zone (which is what you are following). I did some years back and it worked and I felt fine also, but he says that is dangerous on the long run.

[beppe]

By the way, to nigh,t kids, just by reading all your posts, you did very very well. It has been a pleasure to read them all.

God bless you

[happy_terd]

Originally Posted by beppe

BOb's book Eat for life says very bad things about the zone (which is what you are following). I did some years back and it worked and I felt fine also, but he says that is dangerous on the long run.

Not on an all meat diet. I just need the protein because i am bulking up. I lift for a couple hours a day.

I need 200 grams of protein per day.

[beppe]

SHHHHH! You are so beautiful as you are, looking at the snake T shirt. well Careful with those articulations and tendons. Be good baby. Be goooood.

[happy_terd]

YEAH SS.

A little junk in the trunk never hurt anyone.

[SneakySnake]

No junk in my trunks. Or is that a language issue?

[happy_terd]

means a big ass, ss.

[nomesque]

Wowsers. You know that early point in a relationship when the hormones are running highest and everything feels new and bloody fantastic, and the other person is the most awesome discovery in the whole wide world? Well, writers get that with books sometimes. I'm in love with this book I've just started writing. It reads like the best ever piece of writing in THE WHOLE UNIVERSE.

Yes. I have bipolar writing syndrome. Two hours ago I was in the depths of despair because I've only sold two copies of Maisy May on Amazon so far.

(and yes, it's OK to laugh at me - I find me funny too )

[SneakySnake]

Originally Posted by nomesque

Wowsers. You know that early point in a relationship when the hormones are running highest and everything feels new and bloody fantastic, and the other person is the most awesome discovery in the whole wide world? Well, writers get that with books sometimes. I'm in love with this book I've just started writing. It reads like the best ever piece of writing in THE WHOLE UNIVERSE.

Yes. I have bipolar writing syndrome. Two hours ago I was in the depths of despair because I've only sold two copies of Maisy May on Amazon so far.

(and yes, it's OK to laugh at me - I find me funny too )

run with it nomesque! Stay up all night and write. Hope you don't have to be somewhere tomorrow. Then you can crash in bed, I will bring you chicken soup and sympathy.

[nomesque]

Originally Posted by SneakySnake

No junk in my trunks. Or is that a language issue?

We need an Aussie equivalent...

Rootin' Tootin' Boot?

OR

'Now that's a nicely-stuffed bean bag!'

Needs work