Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood Morning, my b3tan lovelies
And a very happy POETS day to you today.

Today is also the 28th birthday of the (somewhat delectable) Zara Phillips.
(Eds Meds Mathskillz=1,Socialskillz=0, Fri 15 May 2009, 8:19, 22 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

howdy there!
how goes it?
(Poppet some assembly required., Fri 15 May 2009, 8:27, Reply)

Stunningly well, my lovely
How goes it in the Southern hemisphere?

Btw, I meant to ask (not knowing where in Oz you are) have you ever seen the aurora australis?
(Eds Meds Mathskillz=1,Socialskillz=0, Fri 15 May 2009, 8:29, Reply)

No.
Have not. :(

Have you ever seen the Northern lights?
(Poppet some assembly required., Fri 15 May 2009, 8:40, Reply)

Yep
But then I'm into being an Arctic-y type person :D
(Eds Meds Mathskillz=1,Socialskillz=0, Fri 15 May 2009, 8:42, Reply)

I want to see them one day.
Haha compared to Aus your winter *is* Arctic!
(Poppet some assembly required., Fri 15 May 2009, 9:18, Reply)

I thought that was our summer was Arctic in comparison?
I saw them once when I went up to see my gf. Bloody amazing, but haven't seen them again recently.
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Fri 15 May 2009, 9:26, Reply)

True, but
I saw them in Northern Canada (74degs north), Greenland, Iceland and Svalbard - all places I'd expect to see 'em!
(Eds Meds Mathskillz=1,Socialskillz=0, Fri 15 May 2009, 9:39, Reply)

I don't know the name of the place we went
I know it was in the north of Norway - we went the for a few nights over the christmas break and were extremly lucky. They are beautiful.
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Fri 15 May 2009, 9:45, Reply)

Maybe
Kirkenes or Hammerfest (or Tromso)?
(Eds Meds Mathskillz=1,Socialskillz=0, Fri 15 May 2009, 9:47, Reply)

I'll ask her tomorrow where we went.
I almost said it was Hammerfall, but that's a band...
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Fri 15 May 2009, 10:07, Reply)

Good morning Herr Edmund
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm dead, and colourblind

My little bit of poetry for the the day. How goes it for you this fine morning?
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Fri 15 May 2009, 8:29, Reply)

William
McGonigle?
(Eds Meds Mathskillz=1,Socialskillz=0, Fri 15 May 2009, 8:32, Reply)

Sadly not
World Of Warcraft. I am that sad I remember the character quotes.
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Fri 15 May 2009, 8:35, Reply)

ahaha I'm ashamed to admit this
I used to play on WoW. I stopped though.
(Poppet some assembly required., Fri 15 May 2009, 8:41, Reply)

There's nothing wrong with playing it.
BECOMING it, however, is very, very wrong.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Fri 15 May 2009, 8:44, Reply)

no no
I left before that tragedy struck.
(Poppet some assembly required., Fri 15 May 2009, 8:45, Reply)

I've never played
it's presumably a Dungeons and Dragons type thing?
(Eds Meds Mathskillz=1,Socialskillz=0, Fri 15 May 2009, 8:55, Reply)

It's based on it
Highly addictive. I met my girlfriend through it and some very good friends. I've stopped for the most part, but occasionally drop in to play. It's good fun, but people just let it take over their life, as with anything else that's fun to do.
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Fri 15 May 2009, 9:04, Reply)

I got hooked on AlexMUD
so WoW would be like heroincrackcake to me.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Fri 15 May 2009, 9:06, Reply)

I saw two people practically throw their degree's away from playing it
I've watched it destroy long term reletionships and marriages, and not just through the gameplay - the social element leads to all sorts of trouble. It really needs a lockout feature.
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Fri 15 May 2009, 9:12, Reply)

Today is also the 291st anniversary
of the patenting of the first machine gun.
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Fri 15 May 2009, 11:16, Reply)

Did I ever tell you
I used to work for her Daddy?

Thought she was a bit stuck up until we were in Pau a few years back, she cocked up and took a nasty tumble into the water... On her way back she was accosted by some young girls asking her for her signature...

She was, at that point, fuming. She'd screwed up, her fault, her Dad had given her a bollocking, she knew her muddy face was going to be plastered across all the papers the following day, she'd failed her horse, her father, herself...

And she composed her features and signed their stuff. Nicely.

Didn't particularly like her, but fair play to her, she seemed ok.
(Psyche finishes work at the end of June! Yay!!!, Fri 15 May 2009, 11:58, Reply)