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In honor of Independence Day, show us something patriotic.
Show us something in your house from the 1970s.
Black long necked cat from the 70's. Takara Blythe doll based on 70's Kenner Blythe dolls. I have a million things from the 70's in my house....even Dave is from the 70's!
Good grief look at that horrific wall paper...I am so glad that's long gone.
Share a recipe for your favorite summer drink.
What's your favorite soundtrack?
Not musical...just film soundtrack.
What are five things that make you unique?
Submitted by RA<3TA.I was going to take a photo of all 5 on one hand but I couldn't get a good enough closeup of them.
I like this house and it's lovely windows. So much nicer than icky plastic frames. I also love this tree and the way it just frames the view.
Show us the wallpaper on your cell phone.
Submitted by jacolil
What's your favorite play and why?
Henry V...There are a million quotable lines in Shakespeare but Henry V and particularly the Prologue contain the most evocative.
Now
all the youth of England are on fire,
And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies.
Henry
V, 2. Prologue
And my favourite monologue...and surprisingly not the St Crispins day speech.
KING HENRY: Marry, if you would put me to verses or
to dance for your sake, Kate, why, you undid me. For the one
I have neither words nor measure; and for the other I have no
strength in measure, yet a reasonable measure in strength. If
I could win a lady at leapfrog, or by vaulting into my saddle
with my armor on my back, under the correction of bragging be
it spoken, I should quickly leap into a wife. Or if I might buffet
for my love, or bound my horse for her favors, I could lay on
like a butcher and sit like a jackanapes, never off. But, before
God, Kate, I cannot look greenly, not gasp our my eloquence,
nor I have no cunning in protestation, only downright oaths which
I never use till urged, nor never break for urging. If thou canst
love a fellow of this temper, Kate, whose face is not worth sunburning,
that never looks in his glass for love of anything he sees there,
let thine eye by thy cook. I speek to thee plain soldier. If
thou canst love me for this, take me; if not, to say to thee
that I shall die, is true; but for thy love, by the Lord, no;
yet I love thee too. And while thou liv'st, dear Kate, take a
fellow of plain and uncoined constancy, for he perforce must
do thee right, because he hath not the gift to woo in other places.
For these fellows of infinite tongue that can rhyme themselves
into ladies' favors, they do always reason themselves out again.
What! A speaker is but a prater; a rhyme is but a ballad. A good
leg will fall, a straight back will stoop, a black beard will
turn white, a curled pate will grow bald, a fair face will wither,
a full eye will wax hollow; but a good heart, Kate, is the sun
and the moon; or rather, the sun, and not the moon, for it shines
bright and never changes, but keeps his course truly. If thou
would have a such a one, take me; and take me, take a soldier;
take a soldier, take a king. And what say'st thou then to my
love? Speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee.
