Samurai did things like that. Most of the time it was just a perfume saturated cloth or sponge, not burning incense. Unless you mean burning it before going in to battle, then Kimura-san would not be alone.
ha – jealous, eh! You can’t possibly think all that Trump has done has been bad for America, right? And you would choose to have open borders – or maybe start up Socialism? or have the government give you free money? come on, you can’t be serious…
I mentioned the Emily Dickinson thing to my English teacher in high school (I really think it’s most, not all), and he was like, “Yeah, whatever, TlalocW.” Then he assigned us an in-class assignment, and I saw him go to his desk, take a book from a shelf, open it, and start reading while bobbing his head, stop and look annoyed. Then he would flip a few pages and repeat, flipping pages more and more angrily. After about five, he yelled, “DAMN IT, TLALOCW! YOU’VE RUINED DICKINSON FOR ME!”
coomback almost 6 years ago
Anyone notice that there’s currently a fatberg occupying 1600 Pennsylvania Av ..
Templo S.U.D. almost 6 years ago
Sorry, I’m unfamiliar with ANY of Dickinson’s works nor with that song. (Never thought of the samurai to be… oh, I don’t know… hot-heads.)
meowlin almost 6 years ago
Not quite any of Emily Dickinson’s poems, but a pretty good majority of them.
therese_callahan2002 almost 6 years ago
1603-1867? If that’s true, it’s the all-time record for longevity.
Huckleberry Hiroshima almost 6 years ago
One can sing anything to the tune of The Yellow Rose of Texas. Or any other song. I want my money back.
scpandich almost 6 years ago
The lyrics “House of the Rising Sun,” “Amazing Grace,” and the Gilligan’s Island theme can all be sung to each other’s music.
Frog-on-a-Log Premium Member almost 6 years ago
Well, thanks a lot for ruining Emily D’s poetry for me!
h.v.greenman almost 6 years ago
Is that fatburg a distant vein from the “Schmaltzberg” mines of Uberwald?
Max Starman Jones almost 6 years ago
I Heard a Fly Buzz
“I heard a Fly buzz – when I died – The Stillness in the RoomWas like the Stillness in the Air – Between the Heaves of Storm –
The Eyes around – had wrung them dry – And Breaths were gathering firmFor that last Onset – when the KingBe witnessed – in the Room –
I willed my Keepsakes – Signed awayWhat portions of me beAssignable – and then it wasThere interposed a Fly –
With Blue – uncertain stumbling Buzz – Between the light – and me – And then the Windows failed – and thenI could not see to see – "
One of her most depressing, so I had to use it to see if it were true. It is, I guess, but you have to toy with the meter just a bit to make it work.Teto85 Premium Member almost 6 years ago
Samurai did things like that. Most of the time it was just a perfume saturated cloth or sponge, not burning incense. Unless you mean burning it before going in to battle, then Kimura-san would not be alone.
Scott S almost 6 years ago
EWWW!
craigwestlake almost 6 years ago
I wonder if he put the incense out before he put the helmet on?…
stsmy almost 6 years ago
Look at the dates – Edo Perod lived 264 years? I think not.
squiggle9 almost 6 years ago
Turn it into dog food? Or make soap out of it?
jmcenanly almost 6 years ago
Did they get the one about Emily Dickenson and “the Yellow Rose of Texas” from Babylon 5?
oakie817 almost 6 years ago
to kimura shigenari : I would have gone with garlic
oakie817 almost 6 years ago
as to Dickinson & songs – what’s your point?
Mariposamia almost 6 years ago
What’s “fatberg?” British for grease, disposables and other waste in ancient sewer system.
sousamannd almost 6 years ago
ha – jealous, eh! You can’t possibly think all that Trump has done has been bad for America, right? And you would choose to have open borders – or maybe start up Socialism? or have the government give you free money? come on, you can’t be serious…
TlalocW almost 6 years ago
I mentioned the Emily Dickinson thing to my English teacher in high school (I really think it’s most, not all), and he was like, “Yeah, whatever, TlalocW.” Then he assigned us an in-class assignment, and I saw him go to his desk, take a book from a shelf, open it, and start reading while bobbing his head, stop and look annoyed. Then he would flip a few pages and repeat, flipping pages more and more angrily. After about five, he yelled, “DAMN IT, TLALOCW! YOU’VE RUINED DICKINSON FOR ME!”