Weird Tales is an American fantasy and horror fiction pulp magazine founded by J. Henneberger and J. Lansinger in late 1922. The first issue, dated March 1923, appeared on newsstands February 18. The first editor, Edwin Baird, printed early work by H. Lovecraft, Seabury Quinn, and Clark Ashton Smith, all of whom would go on to be popular writers, but within a year the magazine was in. The Canterbury Tales - MULTIPLE CHOICE QUESTIONS WITH ANSWERS 1. What is the first Canterbury Tale? A) The Reeve's Tale b) The Knight's Tale c) The Miller's Tale d) The Cook's Tale 2. Which tale in the first fragment seems to be unfinished? A) The Reeve's Tale b) The Miller's Tale c) The Knight's Tale d) The Cook's Tale 3.
its not twillight yet
the time he always waited
to glory more
to share more
to laugh the more
to love the more
it’s not yet
left dry
changing figures trying to believe
how can that be?
what is this mystery
one day a prince, the next day off?
what is this I get?
that left with no way to fathom what life has to offer
what is this mystery?
the burn of hearts
tells alot of his approval
his massive dedication to be fully satisfied in Him
counting God as the every portion He ever give
he had his refuge
am left in wonder, what is life anyway
questioning much
not to understand why such a man
get off so quickly?
a signet of honour
in worship and much awe to God
massive Snowdrop
what to say
but a massive snowdrop
The world may never notice
If a Snowdrop doesn’t bloom,
Or even stop to wonder
If the petals fall too soon.
But every life that ever forms,
Or ever comes to be,
Touches the world in some small way
For all eternity.
The little one we long for,
Was swiftly here and gone.
But the love that was then planted
Is a light that still shines on.
An though our arms are empty,
Our hearts know what to do.
Every beating of our hearts
Says that we love you.
It leaves one with questions untold:
“Have we wasted it? Have we considered our lives dear to us in the place of God? Has our savoring been in the world’s rudiments or Christ? Has our pursuit been drift numbed and blinded by foolish and vain excitement? Have we wasted our energies in the worldly bubbles that burst? Have we considered denying ourselves for Christ; letting the world think of us strange that we do not run in the same flood of dissipation? What about His commission? Has our lives been laid as lambs on the altar; been living sacrifices and fragrance among the saint and all those that are perishing? Without forgetting, what of the Spirit-filled walk? Are our lives changed from the inside out? Does worshipping God come out spontaneously subject to the spirit guided conscious drifted mind or has it been forced to operate godly in the presence of the professors of Christ but spontaneous in lewdness and compromise in normality due to the untransformed heart and mind? What about others? Have we served Christ through a working faith of been a brother to others? Have we given hope to the hopeless? Compassion to those that deserve it? Unconditional Love to marginalized and loathed sons of God? What about my passion? Has it throughout been God’s glorification through my satiation and satisfaction in Him fully?”
Hard to say Good bye ..
its hard to remain a tale…
My cat, Walter, has certain idiosyncrasies. Possibly these can all be adequately explained by feline instinct or simple revenge, I don’t pretend to be an expert on cats, Walter being my first. I simply cohabit with a cat and am now subject- and at times victim – to these particular behaviors.
To apply some preliminary background for our study, Walter is an older cat and a curmudgeon. As a cat with significant years under his belt, he has fewer teeth. He doesn’t chew as well, so I have had to integrate soft food into his diet. Yet, his lack of teeth does not prevent him from sinking those few remaining ones into my bare ankles whenever he feels the need. It is surprising to find that a few teeth can still inflect pain and draw blood.
Walter’s age has also required that I crumble his chewy supplement into his food. He cannot seem to eat the entire supplement. Yet, his age does not prevent him from running around at 5:30 AM waking me up with vocal and rambunctious behavior. He also favors this time to take a spin in his litter. But, I guess that’s what old people do. They are morning people……….but I’m a morning person. Just not 5:30 AM morning.
I also don’t run around saying the same thing over and over…..maybe he isn’t either. But, that’s what it sounds like. I am sure I sound the same way to him. What could he be saying at 5:30 AM that is so vital? A friend told me this is good. He is still growing and communicating. But, the lines of communication are open at 9AM. Unfortunately, this seems to be his sleepy time as is most of the remaining day. I would certainly hate to disturb that.
Another idiosyncrasy is pawing at the blinds because he wants them open. He wants to see the world – and for the world to see him. I am sure he has opinions of those passing by, but he keeps those to himself regardless of how I try to coax it out of him. He has much to tell but refuses to.
My desk and books seem to add an endless source of interest for him. They are in specific stacks more so Walter can sit on them and walk across them without tipping them over. If I try to rearrange more to my liking and tastes, he spills them over. He even pulls out some and chews on the corners. Is there a methodology to this? Is he being intellectually selective?
- For instance, he pulls out Mythology. Does he believe this to be blasphemy?
- Does he believe there is truth in the books he leaves untouched?
- He leaves bits of litter on the ART books.
- Edward Gorey books display slight chew marks I believe are the result of trying to remove and open them. Edward Gorey did draw a series of cats – maybe he would like to see any representations of himself. Vanity?
- Maybe he would like to discuss these books…..possibly at 5:30 AM?
Untold Tales Warrior Cats
I could go on but I think the reader has probably seen that cats provide an endless list of issues for their owner. This cat experience was new to me, and my conclusion is that there is no pattern. There is no grand scheme. Just a simple effort to confound me.