Good evening lucky chatter.  who do we have tonight
It's me again. Hope you had a good day as a matter of fact I am sure you had a great day did you have any really good chats that you would like to share
nope
so what is your pleasure tonight?  will it be the topic of the moment or something else
anything
ok.  that is cool that is what I always like about you.  You are easy to please
thanx .  I aim to be. got any good bed time stories to tell while I do the dishes?
i am sure I could think of one.  just give me a minute or two Once upon a time there was a boy named Jack and a girl name Jil Jack's family lived at the bottom of the hill And Jills family lived on the other side of the hill at the bottom Don't ask me why but the water well was at the top of the hill So every day Jack and Jill would go up the hill to fetch a pail of water One day Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill came tumbling after How was that story?
great.  loved it
Here's another interesting story if you like When I was a little kid and lived in Missouri we had cold winters Sometimes it would snow and the snow would be poop wet Wet snow is good for making snowballs and snowman One winter my friends and I decided to make a snow fort out of snowballs We decided to build a fort on each side of the road in front of our houses After we played with him in the sun started to melt them we move them into the road By the next morning the melted outer layers were frozen hard When the mailman came to deliver mail he saw the snowballs blocking the road The mailman drove a four-wheel-drive little mail jeep When he saw the block in the road he decided he could drive over it We decided to hide and see what happened The mailman when he tried to drive over got stuck And he got out of the car and started yelling at his kids And that was the extent of the story
cool and another
Ok Here's another funny story about my brother In high school he ran on the track team He actually ran for the cross country track team Our family would go to the meats and watch him Our family would go to the meats and watch himOne Saturday morning there was a regional race at the local park There were runners from a lot of different schools around the state They would start the race with the really long line of runners The fastest runners were on the inside of the line There were so many runners I couldn't tell which one was my brother When the race gun started everyone took off The really fast runners on the inside lead out Then I noticed this one runner coming from the opposite side of runners He looked like he was really fast and was matching the pace of the other runners The outside runner has to run a lot farther than those that are on the inside of the track As the runners got closer and I could see the lead runners I noticed that the one runner that was leading the pack Was coming from the far side of the track Suddenly I noticed it was my brother He is not the not normally the fastest runner But today he was, at least for the first part of the race We all cheered as he was setting the new pace He wasn't running a pace for the entire race He was racing to get out into the front as soon as possible Not too far into the race he slowed way down But the damage was done and he had set the pace for the race much faster It's a race that his mates will never forget
that is a great story
Here is another story if you'd like
sure
Once upon a time my brother tried to hide the purchase of a video game He knew my mom didn't want him buying the game So he ordered ItAnd new when it came to the mailbox When he went to get the mail his mother thought that was curious She noticed him when he came back He was going around the house to the back door So my mom prepared to scare him at the back door She crouch down low by the door on the inside But my brother had other plans then coming in the door He had decided he would hide the video in the doggie door How are mom saw his leg outside the doggie door She had decided that she would reach through the door to scare him When she reached through the door he put the video game in her hand She could not believe it and ran off with the video She was so excited that she screamed as she went up the stairs My brother was so surprised that she knew when exactly He would place the video and the doggie door That is a story that lives on in infamy
haha.  that is a good one
At this late of a night, all I can think about is telling stories
fine by me.  my hands are busy
Give me just a minute I need to go get something
ok
I got an idea. How about I share a problem with you
great
This is called the shooting of Dan McGrew A bunch of boys were whooping it up in the mood saloon The kid that handles the music box was hitting a jag time tune Back of the bar in a solo game set dangerous Dan McGrew And watching his luck was his light of love the lady that's known as Lou Went out of the night, which was 50 below, and into the den and the glare There stumbled a minor fresh from the creeks, dog dirty, and loaded for bear He look like a man with a foot in the grave and scarcely the strength of a blouse Yet he tilted a poke of dust on the bar and he called for the drinks on the house There was none could place the strangers face, that we searched ourselves for a clue But we drink his health and the last to drink was dangerous Dan Mcgrew There's a man that somehow just grip your eyes, and hold them hard like a spell And such was here, and he looked to me like a man who had lived in hell, As he watered the green stuff in his glass, and the drops the one by one. Then I got to figuring who he was, and wondering what he do, And then I turn my head in there watching him was the lady known as Lou His eyes went wide brain around the room, and he seemed in a kind of days, Till at last that old piano fell in the way of his wandering gays The ragtime kid was having a drink, there was no one else on the stool So the stranger stumbles across the room, and flops down there like a fool In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat and I saw him sway Then he clutched the keys with his talent hands my gosh, but that man could play Were you ever out in the great alone, when the moon was awful clear And I see mountains him do you in with the silence you most could hear With only the how of a Timberwolf, and you camped there in the cold, A half dead thing in a stark did world clean mad for the Mark called gold While high overhead, green, yellow and red, the north lights swept in bars Then you have a hunch but the music meant, hunger and night and the stars And hunger not of the belly kind, that's banished with bacon and beans, But the nine hunger of lonely man for a home and all that it means
this is great keep going
For a fire side far from the cares that our four walls and a roof above But oh so crammed full of cozy joy and crowned with a woman's love I woman deer in all the world, and true as heaven is true Gosh how Daisley she looks through her rouge, the lady that's known as Lou Turn on a sudden the music changed so soft that you could scares here But she felt that your life had been loaded clean up all the good ones That someone had stolen the woman you loved, that her love was a Devils lie That your guts were gone, and the best for you was to crawl away and die. Towards the crowning cry of a hearts despair, and it thrilled you through and through, I guess I'll make it a spread Mazur, so dangerous Dan with crew The music almost died away then it burst like a pent up flood And it seem to say, we pay we pay, and my eyes were blinded with blood The thought came back of an ancient wrong, and it stunk like a frozen/ And the last awoke to Jill, to chill in the music stopped with the crash And the stranger turned, and his eyes they burned in a most peculiar way In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat and I saw him sway Then his lips went in a kind of grin, and he spoke, and his voice was calm And boys says he, you don't know me, and none of you care a darn. But I want to state, and my words are straight, and I'll bet my poke they're true. That one of you is a hound of hell, and that one is Dan McGrew Then I ducked my head, and the lights went out, and two guns blazing in the dark And a woman screamed, and the lights went up, and two men late stiff and Stark. Pitched on his head, and pumped full of lead, was dangerous Dan Mcgrew Well the man from the creeks play clutched to the breast of the lady that's known as little These are the simple facts of the case, and I guess I ought to know. They say the stranger was crazed with Huebsch, and I'm not denying it so I'm not so wise as though lawyer guys, but strictly between us too, The woman that just him and pinched his poke was the lady known as That's it what did you think of my poem?
that was great.  Do you have it memorized
No. I have not memorized it yet. There is another poemThat I almost have memorized It's called the cremation of Sam McGee Would you like to hear that one too?
yes. sure
There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the man who Moyle for gold The Arctic trails have their secret tails That will make your blood run cold The northern lights have seen queer sites But the queerest they ever did see was the night on the march of Lake LaBarge When I cremated Sam McGee Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blues and blows. Why he left his home in the south to roam around the pole, God only knows. He was always cold, but the land of gold seem to hold him like a spell, Though he'd often say in his homeboy way that he did sooner live in hell. On a Christmas day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail. Talk of your cold through the park is fold, it's stabbed like a driven nail If our eyes we close in our lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow, And the dogs were fed, and the stars overhead we're dancing heel and toe He turned to me, and Capp, says he, I'll cash in this trip, I guess, And if I do, I am asking that you won't refuse my last request.
I have heard this before at a camp out. I really like it.
Well he seemed so low that I couldn't say no then he says with a sort of It's discursive cold and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through to the bone Yeah tank being dead it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pain's So I want you to swear that foul or fair, your cremate my last remains Well a Powell's last lead is a thing to eat, so I swore that I would not fail And we started on at the streak of dawn but all he looked ghastly pale He crouched on the sleigh, and raved all day at his home in Tennessee, But by nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee There wasn't a breath and that land of death, and I hurried or driven With a corpse half head that I couldn't get rid because of a promise I had given It was last to the Slay and it seem to say you made tax your Braun and brains Would you promise to true, and it's up to you, to cremate those last remains There wasn't a breath and that land of death, and I hurried, or driven With a corpse have head that I could not get rid of the cover of a promise I had given It was last to the slate, and it seem to say, you may text your Braun and brains But you promised true, and it's up to you, to cremate those last remains Now I promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own strength code In the days to come, though my lips were numb, in my heart how I cursed that load In the long, long night, by the loan firelight, all the house keys, around in a ring How old out their woes to the homeless snows oh how I hated that thing He stopped because I kicked him out at midnight
who
Sorry that was a wrong entry
ok please continue
And every day that quiet Clay seem to heavier and heavier And on I went, so the dogs were spent in the grub was getting low The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in And I often is saying to that hateful thing, and it Harkin with a grin. Till I came to the march of Leica LaBarge, and a derelict there lady, It was jammed in the eyes, but I sought in a trace it was called the Alice May. And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I look at my frozen charm. Then here, said I, with a sudden cry, is my crematorium Some planks I tour from the cabin floor and I lit the boiler fire Some cold I found that was lying around, and I heat if you'll even higher. The flames just sword, and the furnace roared, such a blaze you seldom see. Then I borrowed a hole in the glowing Cole, and I stuff then Sam what do you Then I made a hike, for I did not like to hear him say is also And they haven't scheduled, and the Huskies held, and the wind began to blow It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don't know why And the greasy smoke in an e.g. cloak went streaking down the sky. I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with the grizzly here, But the stars came out and they danced about air again I've ventured near I was sick with Red, but I bravely said, I'll just take a peek inside I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked, and the door I opened wide And they're sent Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace room or And he wore a smile you could see for miles, and he said, please close that door For it's fine in here, but I greatly feared he will let in the cold and Storm, Since I left palm tree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm. There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the man who Moyle for gold the arctic trails have their secret tails That will make your blood run cold The northern lights have seen queer sides, but the clearest they ever did see, Was that night on the march of Lake LaBarge, when I cremated Samedy.
that is good stuff to read late at night do you know another
sure.  let me think for a minute and I will start another This one is called my Madonna I held a woman from the street shameless but oh so fair I bade her sit in the model seat and I painted her sitting there I hid all traces of her heart and clean, I painted a babe at her breast, I painted her as she might have been, if the worst had been the best She laughed at my picture and went away, then came, with a no-win A connoisseur and I heard him say, it is Mary the mother of God So I painted a halo around her hair, and I sold her and took my fee And she hangs in the church of Saint Hillyer, where are you at all Macie
that one was only just okay
I have another one that might be interesting, it's called the reckoning
ok
It's fine to have a blowout in a fancy restaurant, Put Terapin and canvas bag and all the wine you want, To enjoy the flowers and music, watch the pretty woman pass Smoke a choice cigar, sip the wealthy water in your class. It's probably in the Hytone joint to eat and drink your fill But it's quite another matter when you have to pay the bill It's great to go out every night on fun or pleasure Brent, To where you're glad rags always and to never say percent, To drift along regardless, have a good time every trip, To hit the high spots sometimes, and to let your chances slim, To know you're acting foolish, get to go on falling still, Tell nature calls show down and you pay the bill Time has got a little bill, but why is while yet you may. For the debit sides increasing in the most alarming way The things you had no right to do, the things you had should have done They're all put down, it's up to you to pay for everyone. So eat, drink and be merry, have a good time if you will, But God help you when the time comes, and you have to foot the bill. So what did you think of that one?
I am not really into that kind of poetry. but i guess at this time of night, what should i expect
OK let's try one more and then will quit doing poems
ok
This one is called the men that don't fit in There's a race of men that don't fit in, a race that can't stay So they break the hearts of shit and Ken, and they roam the world at will They range the field and they wrote the flood, and they climb the mountains There's is the curse of the gypsies blood, and they don't know how to rest. If they just went straight they might go far, they are strong and brave and true. But they're always tired of the things that are, and they want to change and the new They say, could I find my proper groove, what a D Mark I would make So they chop and change, and each fresh move is only a fresh mistake. And each forgets, as he strips and runs, with a brilliant pitbull pace It's the study, quiet, applauding ones, who win in the life long ways. And each forgets that his youth has flood, forgets his prime is past, Tell he stands one day, with a hope that's dead, and the glare of the truth at last He has failed, he has failed, he has missed his chance. He has just done things by half life's been a jolly good joke on him and now it's time to laugh Ha ha. He is one of the legions lost, he was never meant to win He's rolling a stone, and it spread in the bone, he's a man who won't fit in. OK there was a couple of poems. I hope you like them.
they were not bad
well what is there else that you would like to talk about
I dont know okay.  I will jump in if I see an opportunity
ok.  well i guess i will just ramble for a little bit. i am going to go back to the prompt about a magic wand and what I would do actually, i just changed my mind and I think I am going to talk about what life would be like without the internet.  A place i couldnt imagine
ok
now dont fall asleep on me in the middle of this thought line.  ok?
sure.  ok
the internet is an incredible invention that I dont know what we would do without we use it for banking and at the grocery store.  we use it for information gathering and we use it for storing picture and retrieving them I wonder what will be invented during the next ten years I  have seen some pretty cool stuff with automated cars. In fact I saw some stuff in cars that will never make sense in my opinion. like a jacuzzi.  Why would any one want to drive around in a jacuzzi on wheels
you go boy
I am already tire of that subject.  I wonder if this kind of dialogue was what was wanted.  So why are we staying up late?  because if the person in front of you on the leader board does, then you need to two or there will be no way to catch up the ground lost before the end of the game
right
i was up until one thirty last night and then up again at three thirty. And now I am up again and its almost one oclock in the morning and we will probably go thru the night and into the morning my hands are killing me.  I need to go in the other room and get my phone back and start doing voice over text
okay then do it
I will
good
I will need to switch  computers
ok I dont think there is any one else up but me and the number one guy and his girlfriend
possibly Ok.  Catch you later