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TEA
TIME in L.A. (4-5 PM PST) 3/23 Topic - Giles' Daylight
Savings? & a "naughty" BtVS sing-along
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 TEA TIME (4-5PM PST / 00:00 GMT)
.... the half-a** Saturday
edition Posted by: forensicpopouri - Mar 23, 2002, 7:02
PM
TODAY'S SING-ALONG LINK: Nude
-Platoon Drill Sargeant's Review of Season 6
[PG-13] http://www.buffy.com/bronze_posts.jsp?tid=48604
It's
tea time in Santa
Monica, and, "bloody
hell," it's Saturday, so no serious conversation
alllowed! <smile>
TODAY'S
TOPIC: After you sing the above post out loud
and embarrass yourself, we must decide what to
do about the Daylight Savings Time
change.
Gile's clock jumps back an
hour a week from now ... but California's jumps
back the week after that ... and this is just
so terribly confusing.
<smile>
Normally when we have Tea
Time here in L.A., it is Midnight in
London, (00:00 GMT) ... "Good Lord!" my
head is starting to hurt.
In any case, this
is Saturday and I'm not paying much attention
to anything, but anyway I'll be hanging
loosely around here until 5:00
PST/01:00GMT)
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NOTE: NO BLOODY SONNET LINKS WILL BE
LISTED ON BLOODY SATURDAY.
you
speak
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 until then ... POOF
| Posted by:
forensicpopouri - Mar 23, 2002, 8:05
PM |
| Whatever spell has
brought me to this insanity of daily Tea Time
...
... it is apparently still in
effect.
For the moment, it apparently will
continue. Same time. Same
channel.
POOF

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 ummm...I don't understand a thing you
just said...I just input my reply and press
submit
| Posted by:
Pleasant
Guest - Mar 23,
2002, 8:01 PM |
| I'm not very
knowledgeable about computers...
Well, my friend,
our hour is up (glances about mournfully.)
(cyberhug)
Until next time..."'tis twenty year
'til then..."
(mounts the gangplank--beautiful
perfumed purple sails are released, filling the air with
jasmine. I wave good-bye from the prow.)

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 as the Tea Time turns <smile>
PG:
| Posted by:
forensicpopouri - Mar 23, 2002, 8:00
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| Many thanks for
lifting my poetic knowledge (poets you
mentioned).
The poetry/rhetoric discussion ....
ah, many words to say there and a topic to which I/we
shall return, I'm sure.
Very
glad you brought that up to.
As always, bless
your heart for painting the scene. I truly am delighted
when you arrive.

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 (technical aside) How fast are your page
reloads here in the threads?
| Posted by:
forensicpopouri - Mar 23, 2002, 7:56
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| I'm using a Mac Laptop
and don't have a broadband connection right now, and
it seems it takes forever and ever to get this page
reloaded?

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 My favourite line by
Tagore...
| Posted by:
Pleasant
Guest - Mar 23,
2002, 7:53 PM |
| "I seem to have loved
you in life after life, in age after age, for
ever..."
I love the Eastern concept of life being
a circle, unending instead of point A to point B...Dear,
dear, it's nearly time to go isn't it?
(clap
hands for servants to begin collecting remnants of
tea.)

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 but rhetoric is a form of poetry,
dear...
| Posted by:
Pleasant
Guest - Mar 23,
2002, 7:51 PM |
| Wasn't it Vitellus who
said, "My desire to please you, Caesar, is very slight,
although I greatly care to know if you are black or
white?"

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 mumbles yet again to
self
| Posted by:
forensicpopouri - Mar 23, 2002, 7:51
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| William BLACK
... Good Lord!
SHOUTS
WILLIAM bloody
BLAKE
black magic is surely
afoot

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 Tagore: "A mind all logic is like a knife
all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses
it."
| Posted by:
forensicpopouri - Mar 23, 2002, 7:49
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| My goodness ... I've
been reading Tagore for, how long now ...
... two
minutes. <grin>
My poetic scholarship
is very slim .. being a rhetorician after all.
<smile>
Only a few fragments of actual
"serious" verse hang in my brain.
WILLIAM BLACK:
"Both
read the Bible day and
night,
but
you read black, where I read white."
Something
like that. <smile>

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 forensicpopouri! (soft laughter, blots jam
on a warm scone)
| Posted by:
Pleasant
Guest - Mar 23,
2002, 7:38 PM |
| They really are no
good once they've cooled (scones) I don't know how
coffee shops are able to sell them.
I do still
have some moldering pieces in my lower file cabinet,
they're pretty old (high-school efforts.)
I doubt
they'd appeal here. But I read a great deal. I love
Keats, Rossetti, and I'm awfully fond of Rabindranath
Tagore, the Bengali poet from the turn of the last
century. Do you know him?

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 And after that ... we're going to have
Pleasant_Guest read some of her poetry
| Posted by:
forensicpopouri - Mar 23, 2002, 7:34
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| I'm sure that
somewhere she has a masterpiece stashed away
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Nude Platoon must not be our highest art,
this afternoon. (Midnight.)

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 mumbles to self again
...
| Posted by:
forensicpopouri - Mar 23, 2002, 7:31
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| Talking in mixed
tenses? "Do" for "Did"!
This really must be a
spell.
Who cast it? Hmmmm

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 Oh dear, where are my manners? I nearly
forgot...
| Posted by:
Pleasant
Guest - Mar 23,
2002, 7:30 PM |
| Lays out a pound box
of Godiva truffles (half vanilla in dark chocolate, the
other classic milk chocolate)
Personally I think
the true chocolate aficionado loves darkest best,
but...what do I know?
I'm afraid I'm little
better than a sensualist storyteller, not a poet (though
I used to try.)

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 Hail Duckwheat! <smile> We're going
to sing Duckwheat:The Musical later
| Posted by:
forensicpopouri - Mar 23, 2002, 7:29
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| Do you see your song
the other night? lol

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 Hey can this thread reach 500 posts
tonight hmmmmmm lol
| Posted by:
Duckwheat - Mar 23, 2002, 7:26
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| talk talk talk
:)

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 mumbles to self
| Posted by:
forensicpopouri - Mar 23, 2002, 7:24
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| Seem's I've started
typing "their" everytime I mean "there."
Must be
a spell.

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 regarding: time and time
changes
| Posted by:
Pleasant
Guest - Mar 23,
2002, 7:23 PM |
| I'm afraid I'm the
worst possible person to discuss that with, I pay very
little attention to time in general and math is not my
strong suit...
I'm late to work regularly and
when my Boss scolds me, I smile and remind him that it
really IS 7:30 AM "somewhere in the world, so how can I
really be late?"
(grin, sips black cherry
sparkling water.)

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 (aside to PG) Magnificent entrances, and
fine storied details ...
| Posted by:
forensicpopouri - Mar 23, 2002, 7:21
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| Creole mustard ... my,
my. <salivating smile>
Their is such poetry
in you ... no matter how much you
protest.
TECH NOTE: I've got a terribly slow
dial-up at the moment (much worse than it ought to
be) ... excuse my slow responses.

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 Sorry to barge in...
| Posted by:
jkirch13 - Mar 23, 2002, 7:20
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| Just wanted to
say...PLEASANT ...I read your email and just left you a
response! Can't wait to hook up with ya on this
topic!
Again...sorry for the intrusion! (slaps
hand in being naughty!)

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 a
small practical matter about the Daylight Savings Time
fiaso approaching <smile>
| Posted by:
forensicpopouri - Mar 23, 2002, 7:17
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| Unless I have
miscalculated ...
... Tea Time in L.A. (Pacific
Standard Time) is currently 8 hours earlier than
London time (Greenwich Mean Time).
Which means it
has just turned Midnight where Giles' is.
00:00
GMT
I think. <smile>
But that's
about to change.

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 nodding delightedly...that's all you
learn in the south
| Posted by:
Pleasant
Guest - Mar 23,
2002, 7:15 PM |
| to be a good hostess
and an excellent guest.
Do you like creole
mustard with your chicken?
(sends beautiful slave
girl attendant back to the barge for extra condiments
and fresh flowers.)

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 PG, you are by far the most skillful
hostess in the world ...
| Posted by:
forensicpopouri - Mar 23, 2002, 7:13
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| sotto voce: must
never let her see how impressed I am with her skill with
painting the scene ... ego might get out of
hand
Pleasant_Guest, how nice to see
you.

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 Okay, I'm all set! (floating in on a
cedar barge trimmed in gold and silver-covered
oars)
| Posted by:
Pleasant
Guest - Mar 23,
2002, 7:09 PM |
| (begins arranging
dishes of warm grilled herbed chicken breasts, cucumber
salad, scones with homemade blackberry jam, and
chocolate bread with fresh almond flavoured whipped
cream)
Looks pretty huh?
Settling on my
corner of the tablecloth, "So, what was your other rhyme
about? Buffy's going daft from excessive smuttiness? We
should all be so lucky."

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