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[*] posted on 24-7-2012 at 01:14
It's even better with the associated pictures!

[*] posted on 23-7-2012 at 20:41
Oh, the Places You'll Go!


Dr. Seuss

Today is your day.
You're off to Great Places!
You're off and away!

You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You're on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go.

You'll look up and down streets. Look 'em over with care.
About some you will say, "I don't choose to go there."
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street.

And you may not find any
you'll want to go down.
In that case, of course,
you'll head straight out of town.

It's opener there
in the wide open air.

Out there things can happen
and frequently do
to people as brainy
and footsy as you.

And then things start to happen,
don't worry. Don't stew.
Just go right along.
You'll start happening too.


You'll be on y our way up!
You'll be seeing great sights!
You'll join the high fliers
who soar to high heights.

You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed.
You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you'll be best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

Except when you don't.
Because, sometimes, you won't.

I'm sorry to say so
but, sadly, it's true
that Bang-ups
and Hang-ups
can happen to you.

You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You'll be left in a Lurch.

You'll come down from the Lurch
with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then,
that you'll be in a Slump.

And when you're in a Slump,
you're not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself
is not easily done.

You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted. But mostly they're darked.
A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin!
Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?
How much can you lose? How much can you win?

And IF you go in, should you turn left or right...
or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?
Or go around back and sneak in from behind?
Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find,
for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.

You can get so confused
that you'll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles cross weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place...

...for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or the waiting around for a Yes or No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for the wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

That's not for you!

Somehow you'll escape
all that waiting and staying
You'll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.

With banner flip-flapping,
once more you'll ride high!
Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you're that kind of a guy!

Oh, the places you'll go! There is fun to be done!
There are points to be scored. There are games to be won.
And the magical things you can do with that ball
will make you the winning-est winner of all.
Fame! You'll be as famous as famous can be,
with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.

Except when they don't
Because, sometimes they won't.

I'm afraid that some times
you'll play lonely games too.
Games you can't win
'cause you'll play against you.

All Alone!
Whether you like it or not,
Alone will be something
you'll be quite a lot.

And when you're alone, there's a very good chance
you'll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.
There are some, down the road between hither and yon,
that can scare you so much you won't want to go on.

But on you will go
though the weather be foul.
On you will go
though your enemies prowl.
On you will go
though the Hakken-Kraks howl.
Onward up many
a frightening creek,
though your arms may get sore
and your sneakers may leak.

On and on you will hike,
And I know you'll hike far
and face up to your problems
whatever they are.

You'll get mixed up, of course,
as you already know.
You'll get mixed up
with many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life's
a Great Balancing Act.
Just never foget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)


be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea,
You're off the Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So...get on your way!


[*] posted on 22-7-2012 at 14:14
You'll Luuuurve Dr Seuss, Nim, it is aimed at small children but is brilliant in execution.
“Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope.” ― Dr. Seuss (One of his quotes). The Cat in The Hat promoted both his name (Seuss) and the cause of elementary literacy in the United States of America.

[*] posted on 22-7-2012 at 09:08
Originally posted by marymary100
The Cat in the Hat author.

No - don't know that one either - will go and have a Google !

[*] posted on 22-7-2012 at 08:56
The Cat in the Hat author.

[*] posted on 22-7-2012 at 06:43
Who he/she Leigh ?

[*] posted on 22-7-2012 at 02:12
You, Nim, are Dr Seuss, and I claim my reward! :D

[*] posted on 21-7-2012 at 22:19
I just thought socks and sex sounded quite similar - but maybe it is the recent trashy novel experience showing...


[*] posted on 21-7-2012 at 22:10
Is that the prologue to "50 shades of socks", MM? You could perhaps use a plot where she ties all his socks together, submits to being tied up with them, and saves her marriage.

Just a "tingly" thought ........ ;-)

[*] posted on 21-7-2012 at 21:52
He always took his socks off last and, although initially endearingly amusing to her, over the months and years and decades it began to slowly drive her insane.

She wore her metaphorical "I'm with stupid" t-shirt whenever he wore his socks and sandals. She rolled her eyes whenever he asked "Have you seen my <insert appropriate colour here> socks?"

She'd loved the bones of him at first and now he bored her to tears.

She noticed the other men at work with their finely turned flash of ankle under tailored suits. Not for them the ten for a fiver mass produced sock. Oh no! Mirror polished shoes and pin stripes!

He, and his socks, would have to go...

[*] posted on 21-7-2012 at 19:24
LOL! It was in response to a challenge on an authors forum. We were just given the word 'socks' and I remembered how my mother used to complain that, once she hit 70, people seemed to buy her nothing else but socks !

[*] posted on 21-7-2012 at 18:38
That reads like it was written from the heart, Nim - or, maybe, it was from the sole? ;-)

[*] posted on 20-7-2012 at 21:27
Socks in box !

Socks in a box!
Last Christmas, this Christmas,
and every Christmas;
Socks in a box!
Jane had knickers,
black lace and frilly.
I suppose they imagine
I'm too old for silly.
But socks in box ?
Not even coloured
or patterned or jazzy.
Do they really assume
that I wouldn't like snazzy?
Socks in box!
How boring is that?
There's more interest and style
in what they bought for the cat!
Even Janice had perfume,
musky and somewhat erotic;
but sock in a box?
Not my idea of exotic.
Well this year, I tell you,
they're all in for a shock.
For in each gift wrapped parcel
will be ... just one sock!
One sock for Anna.
One sock for John.
One sock for each of them
until, at last, they're all gone!
Socks in a box! Bah!

July 2012. Nimuae