Where's the drama filled Friday thread....

[krighton]

I checked those out...they're trying really hard, but not enough shizzle and too much fizzle.

 

I think the first link - to the books that were blue label, resubbed and got purple is a fine Friday thread. You are too picky

 

Yeah...true....looking for one of those Friday subjects that spill over into several threads.....I guess a topic like the 12year old Bernie Madoff only happens once in a blue moon

[MetalPSI]

we can only hope

[BlowUpTheMoon]

here.

 

That's probably been the most active thread of the last 24 hours.

[Treco]

we can only hope

 

For real. When I started reading all that, I didn't know if I should be scared, impressed, angry or disgusted. Mind blowing to be sure.

[Bookery]

This is pretty drama-filled...

 

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!

You cataracts and hurricanes, spout

Till you have drench’d our steeples, drown’d the !

You sulph’rous and thought-executing fires,

Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,

Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,

Strike flat the thick rotundity o’ th’ world,

Crack Nature’s moulds, all germains spill at once,

That makes ingrateful man!

Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain!

Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters.

I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness.

I never gave you kingdom, call’d you children,

You owe me no subscription. Then let fall

Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand your slave,

A poor, infirm, weak, and despis’d old man.

But yet I call you servile ministers,

That will with two pernicious daughters join

Your high-engender’d battles ‘gainst a head

So old and white as this! O! O! ’tis foul!

[MetalPSI]

we can only hope

 

For real. When I started reading all that, I didn't know if I should be scared, impressed, angry or disgusted. Mind blowing to be sure.

 

I was disgusted all the way. Didn't stop me from laughing here and there though

[JAM_NYC]

This is pretty drama-filled...

 

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!

You cataracts and hurricanes, spout

Till you have drench’d our steeples, drown’d the !

You sulph’rous and thought-executing fires,

Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,

Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,

Strike flat the thick rotundity o’ th’ world,

Crack Nature’s moulds, all germains spill at once,

That makes ingrateful man!

Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain!

Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters.

I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness.

I never gave you kingdom, call’d you children,

You owe me no subscription. Then let fall

Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand your slave,

A poor, infirm, weak, and despis’d old man.

But yet I call you servile ministers,

That will with two pernicious daughters join

Your high-engender’d battles ‘gainst a head

So old and white as this! O! O! ’tis foul!

Wow, you don't see a lot of King Lear up in here, up in here.

[Ares]

No one wanted to Argue on Valentines...

Those with Wives and Gf's were getting lucky