just ignore and let this one die

My, GrandMa . . .

Pep ( . . . what big eyes you have.)

Don't be sorry! You were right. And thanks.

I won't delete the old shape. I have a number of shapes of various size and age that I've made.

Thank you, wherever you are.

/me waits for more photos of killing machines

Pep (It's Remembrance Day here, not Veterans Day; there's a difference.)

It's raining here - breakfast in bed, anyone?

The same ole you is marvelous.

You look comfy perched up there on that wall. Where is that?

You and your husband are in our thoughts, Argus. *hug*

LOL...did you give him one of your YOUR bears???

Your new look is lovely! And yes, as others have said, your avatar looks much younger with this shape than with your previous one.

And oooh, I haz some new hair.



I like it for many reasons, but it's very similar to my other favorite AD hair, only a bit longer. So, it's as if my hair's just grown out some.

Oh crap..I didn't even think of that! *shakes fist.

It's at the SL Veteran's tribute sime.

/me smiles. i ditto this sentiment.

Julianne, your avatar is very pretty.

you still win as prettiest avatar in SL in my book....i love the new hair! a lot! i'd like that in blonde (for me)

very Sarah Palin-ish looking with that hair & those glasses. adorable!

Thanks, Tres. It's called "Lykke" from Analog Dog. It comes in a pack of 4-5 colors. I think the choices for the packs are light, medium and dark.

just saw Britney Spears' most recent video. she is so hawt! and she really knows how to title a song... it's called "3"

it's not too late. he's on your friends list.

Here in Canada, as in the UK, today is "Remembrance Day," rather than "Veterans Day," a designation that does, I suspect, indicate a difference in emphasis. There is certainly a focus upon veterans here as well, but the real point of the occasion is to reflect upon the past.

I mentioned earlier in this thread Wilfred Owen's "Dulce et Decorum Est." It's a poem that, for me, exemplifies what that reflection should be about. It's a poetic account by an actual soldier of the Great War of the conditions under which his generation survived -- or, as in Owen's case, did not -- during that conflict. And it is an attempt to make sense of the carnage and the tragedy of that war, and indeed, of all wars.

Owen was a brilliant poet, and, had he survived, would undoubtedly have been one of the most important poets of the postwar generation; he would, I think, have given the reactionary modernist crew headed by Eliot and Pound a run for their money.



Owen was killed in action exactly a week before the Armistice, at age 25.

I find this poem poetically brilliant, poignant, shocking, and, finally, unutterably sad.

(The phrase "Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori" comes from a poem by the Latin poet Horace, and translates roughly as "It is sweet and proper to die for the homeland."


Dulce et Decorum Est.

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 tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped 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.

for Eli
"...Don't know how I live without you
Cuz everytime that I get around you
I see the best of me inside your eyes
You make me smile
You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild..."

in honor of Veterans Day and Remembrance Day i also thank our brave and selfless veterans. all. wherever you are. without you, i would not be able to freely write here.

The juxtaposition of your doggerel with the preceding poem demeans the memories of this day and makes you look absolutely ridiculous, 3Ring.

Pep (I'll delete this one if you delete yours.)

Armistice Day stayed true to it's original intent until the 1950's, although Eisenhower was pushing for a Veteran's Day after WWII. He was finally able to get it when he was elected President.