I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend. (J.R.R.Tolkien, The Two Towers)

When I carry a gun, I don't do so because I am looking for a fight, but because I'm looking to be left alone. The gun at my side means that I cannot be forced, only persuaded. I don't carry it because I'm afraid, but because it enables me to be unafraid. It doesn't limit the actions of those who would interact with me through reason, only the actions of those who would do so by force.

Marko Kloos "Why the Gun is Civilization"

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Virginia Kentucky Fair and Horse Show

I went to the animal fair,
The birds and the beasts were there,
The big baboon by the light of the moon
Was combing his auburn hair,
The monkey bumped the skunk,
And sat on the elephant's trunk;
The elephant sneezed and fell to his knees,
And that was the end of the monk,
The monk, the monk, the monk.

Normally I wouldn't give a quilt a first look much less a second one...but now when I see one I automatically think "Wonder what Madcapmum would think of this one?"

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At 8:31 AM, Blogger madcapmum said...

Well, Madcap isn't terribly struck with either of these. I'll probably offend someone out there mightily by saying it, but I find those photo quilts really NARSTY. And the screaming yellow in the middle of those Dresden Plates - that's one of my least favourite colours, so I'm prejudiced right off the bat.

Snooty ol' me. If I needed the warmth, I wouldn't be so finicky, but there you go. It's August, not January.

At 2:30 PM, Blogger H. Stallard said...

Well "I" thought the photo quilt was kind of cute! I guess there's just no accounting for taste!

At 8:44 AM, Blogger madcapmum said...

I guess not!


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