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Re: The Goat Pen Support

Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2014 1:53 pm
by BigRedMan
Your wireless signal isn't strong enough. You may need to run a cable up from your basement to the upper level to get that error resolved.

Re: The Goat Pen Support

Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2014 10:56 am
by hedge
When I clicked in to the site this morning, it said I was logged in as InnocentBystander. Thanks, aTm!

Re: The Goat Pen Support

Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2014 11:20 am
by Jungle Rat
Dude, you should have gone wild. I was logged in as eCat so I just couldnt

Re: The Goat Pen Support

Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2018 10:54 pm
by AlabamAlum
Come my tan-faced children,
Follow well in order, get your weapons ready,
Have you your pistols? have you your sharp-edged axes?
Pioneers! O pioneers!

For we cannot tarry here,
We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger,
We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

O you youths, Western youths,
So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship,
Plain I see you Western youths, see you tramping with the foremost,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Have the elder races halted?
Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied over there beyond the seas?
We take up the task eternal, and the burden and the lesson,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

All the past we leave behind,
We debouch upon a newer mightier world, varied world,
Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and the march,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Re: The Goat Pen Support

Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2018 10:57 pm
by AlabamAlum
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers—for whoever sheds his blood with me today shall be my brother. However humble his birth, this day shall grant him nobility.

Re: The Goat Pen Support

Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2018 10:58 pm
by AlabamAlum
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

Re: The Goat Pen Support

Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2018 11:03 pm
by AlabamAlum
I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

Re: The Goat Pen Support

Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2018 11:05 pm
by AlabamAlum
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Re: The Goat Pen Support

Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2018 11:07 pm
by AlabamAlum
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players,
They have their exits and entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then, the whining schoolboy with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice
In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws, and modern instances,
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side,
His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide,
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again towards childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

Re: The Goat Pen Support

Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2018 11:10 pm
by AlabamAlum
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and souls deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better than thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more, Death, thou shalt die.

Re: The Goat Pen Support

Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2018 8:10 am
by hedge
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.


Notes: Latin phrase is from the Roman poet Horace: “It is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country.”

Re: The Goat Pen Support

Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2018 8:13 am
by hedge
Skimming lightly, wheeling still,
The swallows fly low
Over the field in clouded days,
The forest-field of Shiloh—
Over the field where April rain
Solaced the parched ones stretched in pain
Through the pause of night
That followed the Sunday fight
Around the church of Shiloh—
The church so lone, the log-built one,
That echoed to many a parting groan
And natural prayer
Of dying foemen mingled there—
Foemen at morn, but friends at eve—
Fame or country least their care:
(What like a bullet can undeceive!)
But now they lie low,
While over them the swallows skim,
And all is hushed at Shiloh.

Re: The Goat Pen Support

Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2018 8:19 am
by hedge
"The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side"

What's in the pouch?

Re: The Goat Pen Support

Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2019 8:17 pm
by Jungle Rat
Good lord. Why do I have to login every time i visit here? AtM. Get your shit together.

Re: The Goat Pen Support

Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2019 7:55 am
by hedge
Anything causing inconvenience that makes it more likely you will post less or, ideally, leave altogether, is a feature of the software, not a glitch...

Re: The Goat Pen Support

Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2021 2:59 pm
by jnhkowolp457
Spam

Re: The Goat Pen Support

Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2022 10:55 am
by hedge
What is UTC time?

Re: The Goat Pen Support

Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2022 3:24 pm
by DooKSucks
Coordinated Universal Time

Re: The Goat Pen Support

Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2022 3:25 pm
by DooKSucks
It was previously referred to as Greenwich Mean Time. The military refers to it as Zulu (time).

Re: The Goat Pen Support

Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2022 8:49 pm
by hedge
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