Even if I post all night, I won't make my goal.....

[femmocrat]

I was trying to reach 10,000 by summer's end, but looks like I fell short. Oh well.....

I go back to school on Thursday. :cry:

[The Midway Rebel]

1. More importantly...

did you complete your Fursona?

[LostinVA]

2. I swear to you I was going to post this exact thing

[femmocrat]

6. I'm still working on that one....

It will not be ready by summer's end. I'm sure about that! ;)

[RandomThoughts]

3. Correlation there.

You can make your goal, as long as they are not goals that are inconceivable.

You are making the comment all fall short, or everyone falls on the first jump, I find that interesting.

Try not to have a time line on it, and then it is only the direction you are moving.

And if you don't make ground on that front, then think of it as the direction you are facing.



After almost 10 years of crap being piled on, I really think I am making progress, since I am proving I have good things coming my way. although my plan was not to take almost a decade.

[femmocrat]

7. Sometimes you sound like Lewis Carrol is your ghost-writer.

:headspin:

I only said that I fell short.

[RandomThoughts]

9. That expression comes from a bible verse.

All have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God.


That is where the phrase you used comes from.

[femmocrat]

12. Thank you! I like that.

:hug:

[RandomThoughts]

13. No problem

:hug:

[RandomThoughts]

11. who is Lewis Carrol?

[femmocrat]

14. A British writer....

"His most famous writings are Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and its sequel Through the Looking-Glass, as well as the poems "The Hunting of the Snark" and "Jabberwocky", all examples of the genre of literary nonsense. He is noted for his facility at word play, logic, and fantasy,. . . "

From Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lewis_Carroll

[Ptah]

15. Here's his poem Jabberwocky

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

[petronius]

4. Thursday? Two whole days from now?

Sheesh, all you have to is keep up a pace of about 1 post every 90 seconds or so, and you'll make it with plenty of time to eat and run to the bathroom or whatever...

[femmocrat]

8. Thanks for doing the math for me!

Math = not my best subject. :hi:

[Radical Activist]

5. Celebrate.

Now you have an easy procrastination device when you don't want to do homework.

[femmocrat]

10. Yep--- I managed to fritter away most of yesterday and today on DU.

Now there is a goal even I can accomplish! :)