Captain Crunch

For a laugh name the 4 things you would take to the checkout counter to make the checkout lady freak out and call the cops or at least follow you out and write down your license number.

You guys remember the question I posted about a penguin blowing a seal? http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AsYoQ...

Whats happening in the animal world, look at this. A dog and a lion? What the hell is going on all of a sudden?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xvp4xY5amxI&feature...

Ingredients

1 (18.25 ounce) package German chocolate cake mix

1 (18.25 ounce) package white cake mix

2 (3.5 ounce) packages instant vanilla pudding mix

1 (12 ounce) package vanilla sandwich cookies

3 drops green food coloring

1 (12 ounce) package tootsie rolls

Directions

1 Prepare cake mixes and bake according to package directions (any size pan).

2 Prepare pudding according to package directions and chill until ready to assemble.

3 Crumble sandwich cookies in small batches in a food processor, scraping often. Set aside all but 1/4 cup. To the 1/4 cup add a few drops of green food coloring and mix.

4 When cakes are cooled to room temperature, crumble them into a large bowl. Toss with 1/2 of the remaining cookie crumbs, and the chilled pudding. You probably won't need all of the pudding, you want the cake to be just moist, not soggy.

5 Line kitty litter box with the kitty litter liner. Put cake mixture into box.

6 Put half of the unwrapped tootsie rolls in a microwave safe dish and heat until softened. Shape the ends so that they are no longer blunt, and curve the tootsie rolls slightly. Bury tootsie rolls randomly in the cake and sprinkle with half of the remaining cookie crumbs. Sprinkle a small amount of the green colored cookie crumbs lightly over the top.

7 Heat 3 or 4 of the tootsie rolls in the microwave until almost melted. Scrape them on top of the cake and sprinkle lightly with some of the green cookie crumbs. Heat the remaining tootsie rolls until pliable and shape as before. Spread all but one randomly over top of cake mixture. Sprinkle with any remaining cookie crumbs. Hang the remaining tootsie roll over side of litter box and sprinkle with a few green cookie crumbs. Serve with the pooper scooper for a gross Halloween dessert.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=twNzS_TPftg

Remember the question I asked about the penquin blowing a seal? This looks like him.http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=Aip2w...

Is it true that cow, sheep, and termite flatulence does more damage to the ozone layer than fluorocarbons? How much damage do human farts do?

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/7379554....

Does anyone still think it was a joke?

Where is the meaning at the end of your life

you been through the pain the pleasure and sorrow

The last stab in the heart was done with a knife

The only hope left is the hope of tomorrow

I saw it all coming I knew all the signs

chose to ignore them kept pulling the plow

people have said its a sign of the times

Where that led me is where I am now

If I could go back and know what I know now

It would turn out different and that Im certain

Id be standing on stage taking my bow

my life wouldnt look like the final curtain

So if you can hear me be careful to chose

your wife with wisdom and care

By learning lifes lessons you dont have to lose.

and you wont being wearing my haunted stare

What Im wondering is if the art of poetry has too much license

in the free verse genre? Yes all things evolve in time but poetry today seems to be stuck in the notion that anyone with an idea can write it down and call it poetry. Shouldnt poetry be about more than just stream of conscious and actually incorporate meter, tempo, rythme and style? Isnt that the art of poetry?

The thought and work of finding the best words to espress a complex thought with elegance and symetry?

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;...

What Im wondering is if the art of poetry has too much license

in the free verse genre? Yes all things evolve in time but poetry today seems to be stuck in the notion that anyone with an idea can write it down and call it poetry. Shouldnt poetry be about more than just stream of conscious and actually incorporate meter, tempo, rythme and style? Isnt that the art of poetry?

The thought and work of finding the best words to espress a complex thought with elegance and symetry?

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=Av9cA...

Here are two I wrote this morning over coffee. I dont have a lot of knowledge of poetry. I just write what I feel.

Someday

Someday you will know the truth about you

Someday you will know what you put me through

Someday maybe soon you will feint a swoon

Someday you will wail at the moon.

You Deserve each other

You are the moth flapping against his flame

He doesnt love you

You merely amuse him and worship his name

The ones who love you

You regard with the same

intolerant impatience until we are few

You believe your mind is oh so tame

You believe it feels innocent as dew

Everything you think is just more of the same

How can I know if its you that I knew?

Its said the best writing is often inspired by tragic,sorrowful or venemous events. This is my first attempt at poetry. I know it is amateur and does not subscribe the modern rage of free verse. It is inspired by the almost concurrent lose of the most prescious creature I have known, a cat named Jamilla Sinjab and my wife of 29 years deciding the best relationship we can have is to be no more than friends.

http://jamilla-sinjab.last-memories.com/

Please give your honest thoughts on how to improve this poem.

Amor Jamilla

You must be thinking

how tricky and clever of him

To write you this poem

as if he were me, Jem

I tell you this now

dont think what it seems

I speak with him daily

quite often in dreams

I know you love poetry

and music and laughter

Returning this to you

is what I am after

I rest by your side

you rub my furred brow

The memory of this

I recall fondly now

I speak to you softly

from a long way afar

You keep unsafe feeling

locked tight in a jar

Surely you learned

from our time together

To cherish each moment

among flowers and heather

To learn from the past

not fear the future

The present is sewn

tightly with suture

One door you closed on him

the other open for me

This leads to demise

of both he and thee

I find no fault of you

my love is to forgive

we both spent our time

learning to love and to live

You took the man

to have and to hold

Then one named Barak

captured your soul

Losing dear Molly

caused him to regret

To find her replacement

he soon was set

You found me through paws

Im certain of that

Instantly he knew me

"what an african cat"

Its puzzling to me

and so it seem

not seeing beyond wants

and into the dream

In an effort to help people with new cats in their care concerning what to name their companion I submit this

by TS Eliot;

The Naming of Cats

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,

It isn't just one of your holiday games;

You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter

When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.

First of all, there's the name that the family use daily,

Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James,

Such as Victor or Jonathan, or George or Bill Bailey -

All of them sensible everyday names.

There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,

Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:

Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter -

But all of them sensible everyday names.

But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular,

A name that's peculiar, and more dignified,

Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,

Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?

Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,

Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,

Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum -

Names that never belong to more than one cat.

But above and beyond there's still one name left over,

And that is the name that you never will guess;

The name that no human research can discover -

But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.

When you notice a cat in profound meditation,

The reason, I tell you, is always the same:

His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation

Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:

His ineffable effable

Effanineffable

Deep and inscrutable singular Name.

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AlI0s...

2 days ago she posted to this forum about the loss of her best friend. If she reads this I just want to pass on some great links that have helped my wife and I deal with the same issue.

Here is one of them; http://www.pet-loss.net/guilt.html

It would also be helpful for her to read the responces from my contributors when I posted a question about the death of our cat; http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=Ahh2W...

Its me again.............I cant email you or repost to your question but I and all the cat lovers here want you to know we share your sorrow and pain. Do not hesitate to email me through the yahoo questions forum if you want to talk with me or my wife about this. -william g

Jamilla Sinjab(Beautiful Squirrel) died yesterday after being hit by a car.

She was saved in 2006 being found wandering the streets of Dhahran Saudi Arabia. PAWS, People's Animal Welfare Society found her, neutered her and allowed us to adopt her. She settled in well with our other cat Sufi and dog Barak and enjoyed coming to America with us.

She had the most unique personality of any cat I have ever known. She was very adventurous and playful and loved people. My wife called me last week while I was out of town and said Jamilla had gotten out of the house during a party she was hosting.

I know had I come home immediately and started looking for her I would have found her. I came home after 2 days and gave a half-hearted attempt to find her by walking through the woods and calling her. My wife found her hit by a car over 2 miles from home. We buried her at our home 05/03/08 with great guilt and saddness. Jamilla please forgive my neglect. How can I forgive myself?

Why dont they show who you are likely to run across after you buy their boat and hit the water? Ive been looking all over the place for those deserted beaches with nubile women frolicking

in the sun dappled water and dolphins cavorting around them.