- To never do outrage nor murder
- Always to flee treason
- To by no means be cruel but to give mercy unto him who asks for mercy
- To always do ladies, gentlewomen and widows succor
- To never force ladies, gentlewomen or widows
- Not to take up battles in wrongful quarrels for love or worldly goods
Friday, June 25, 2010
The Knights' Code of Chivalry
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Wanted
"Men wanted for hazardous journey. Low wages, bitter cold, long hours of complete darkness. Safe return doubtful. Honour and recognition in event of success."-Ernest Shackleton
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Military Cadence
Cadence is very important in military life, and many jodies have been made up to help keep you in step.
Chorus:
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, I gotta go
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, I gotta go
Momma, momma, can't you see
what the Air Force's done to me
Momma,momma, can't you see
what the Air Force's done to me
They took away my faded jeans
Now I'm wearing Air Force greens
Used to date a beauty queen
Now I hug my M-16
Used to drive a Chevrolet
Now I'm walking all the way
Standing tall and looking good,
We ought to be in Hollywood.
Dress it right and cover down,
Forty inches all around.
Nine in the front and six to the rear,
That's the way we do it here.
Hold your head and hold it high,
______ Flight is marching by.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, I gotta go
Momma, momma, can't you see
what the Air Force's done to me
Momma,momma, can't you see
what the Air Force's done to me
They took away my faded jeans
Now I'm wearing Air Force greens
Used to date a beauty queen
Now I hug my M-16
Used to drive a Chevrolet
Now I'm walking all the way
Standing tall and looking good,
We ought to be in Hollywood.
Dress it right and cover down,
Forty inches all around.
Nine in the front and six to the rear,
That's the way we do it here.
Hold your head and hold it high,
______ Flight is marching by.
GRANNY
When my granny was 91
She did PT just for fun
When my granny was 92
She did PT better than you
When my granny was 93
She did PT better than me
When my granny was 94
She ran 2 miles and ran 10 more
When my granny was 95
She did PT to stay alive
When my granny was 96
She did PT just for kicks
Friday, June 18, 2010
The Boastful Knight
There once was a knight who lived by the sea,
And boast of his works many times did he.
Attempts to correct him were all in vain,
There was never a warning that he did heed.
Never did he go without mentioning his deed,
How from a evil ogre a princess he freed,
How he slayed a sea serpent rare,
and with only his fist, killed a mighty bear.
And this knight who lived by the sea-
Went by the name of Sir Edgar McGee,
He would brag,
"There is not a man who is better than me,
soon the whole world will know of Sir Edgar McGee!"
Then spoke a wise old man,
"Sir Edgar McGee, over all your deeds,
I value humility."
But he did not listen,
"I am the greatest man there be!"
So said Sir Edgar McGee
One day in that land by the sea,
A boat on the horizon was seen.
As it approached the crowd gave a shout!
The men cried out,
the ladies screamed.
For the boat was torn beam from beam.
Up spoke one of the crew,
"There was a whale largely shaped,
he attacked our boat, we barley escaped!"
Then exclaimed Sir Edgar McGee,
"I will fight this whale,
I will show him there is nothing greater than me!"
So off he sailed to conquer the whale,
But only hours later, from the east, there arose a great gale.
Many years later the story is retold,
How Sir Edgar perished in those days of old.
And how he discovered he was not the greatest.
Learn from this story and from boasting detest.
And from the tragic tale of Sir Edgar McGee,
Learn my friends, humility.
And boast of his works many times did he.
Attempts to correct him were all in vain,
There was never a warning that he did heed.
Never did he go without mentioning his deed,
How from a evil ogre a princess he freed,
How he slayed a sea serpent rare,
and with only his fist, killed a mighty bear.
And this knight who lived by the sea-
Went by the name of Sir Edgar McGee,
He would brag,
"There is not a man who is better than me,
soon the whole world will know of Sir Edgar McGee!"
Then spoke a wise old man,
"Sir Edgar McGee, over all your deeds,
I value humility."
But he did not listen,
"I am the greatest man there be!"
So said Sir Edgar McGee
One day in that land by the sea,
A boat on the horizon was seen.
As it approached the crowd gave a shout!
The men cried out,
the ladies screamed.
For the boat was torn beam from beam.
Up spoke one of the crew,
"There was a whale largely shaped,
he attacked our boat, we barley escaped!"
Then exclaimed Sir Edgar McGee,
"I will fight this whale,
I will show him there is nothing greater than me!"
So off he sailed to conquer the whale,
But only hours later, from the east, there arose a great gale.
Many years later the story is retold,
How Sir Edgar perished in those days of old.
And how he discovered he was not the greatest.
Learn from this story and from boasting detest.
And from the tragic tale of Sir Edgar McGee,
Learn my friends, humility.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
You know you're a writer if...
You know the research librarian’s office, cell, and home phone numbers but can’t remember your own.
•Some of the letters on your keyboard are completely worn off. (or the keys are constantly falling off)
•You would rather write than go out somewhere and do something.
•Your/you’re and their/there/they’re errors send you into an apoplectic fit.
•You get cranky if you don’t get to write.
•You’ve ever said, “The voices are getting louder; I must go write.”
•When talking with others, you mentally edit their dialogue and compose tags and beats.
•You’ve heard/seen something and thought, "I need to write that down."
•You’ve ever written a scene, outline, synopsis, or character sketch on a restaurant napkin . . . and it wasn’t a paper napkin.
•You have a momentary reality lapse and mention your characters’ situation as a prayer request in Sunday school.
•A blank wall becomes the screen where the scene you’re writing takes place right in front of your eyes.
•The easiest way for you to deal with conflict is to go home and write it into your story.
•You purposely eavesdrop when out in public.
•At parties, your method of making conversation is to discover people in the room with interesting occupations (preferably your hero’s or heroine’s) so you can conduct research.
•You listen to the writer’s commentary on every DVD so that you can analyze his/her writing process.
•You drive three hours to a city where you don’t know anyone, spend another three hours driving around the city, then drive three hours home and decide NOT to set your story there.
• You want to interview your neighbor; even though he is supposedly normal.
• Your ideal start of a day is- A hot bath, a cup of coffee and your pen and paper.
• You prefer a Writers magazine over any other type.
• People at the Post Office know you by name.
•You prefer your Black box (Computer) over your Family's Black box (TV).
• You carry a pen and paper with you at all times.
•Your mind just won’t quit thinking about things you can write about next.
•You would rather be home writing, than at a friends party.
•Your spouse/parents/siblings thinks you love your computer more than you do him (or her).
• Your mom says, “Now I’m ironing the placket” and you’re standing beside her thinking, Placket. Good word.
• You're driving along on a stormy night and the trees are all windy and you think, "She swerved to avoid the deer, but its hooves shattered the windshield into a cobweb of cracks, then the car tumbled down the cliff; even though it rolled several times, she was alive when the car rested at the bottom of the canyon."
•You know you are a writer when you groan every time you hear or read the word "synopsis"
•You have a permanent bump/callous on the side of your middle finger from using a pen or pencil.
•You know you are a writer when you are woken up at 3am hit by inspiration for a new story and forget it all by the time you turn your computer on.
•Some of the letters on your keyboard are completely worn off. (or the keys are constantly falling off)
•You would rather write than go out somewhere and do something.
•Your/you’re and their/there/they’re errors send you into an apoplectic fit.
•You get cranky if you don’t get to write.
•You’ve ever said, “The voices are getting louder; I must go write.”
•When talking with others, you mentally edit their dialogue and compose tags and beats.
•You’ve heard/seen something and thought, "I need to write that down."
•You’ve ever written a scene, outline, synopsis, or character sketch on a restaurant napkin . . . and it wasn’t a paper napkin.
•You have a momentary reality lapse and mention your characters’ situation as a prayer request in Sunday school.
•A blank wall becomes the screen where the scene you’re writing takes place right in front of your eyes.
•The easiest way for you to deal with conflict is to go home and write it into your story.
•You purposely eavesdrop when out in public.
•At parties, your method of making conversation is to discover people in the room with interesting occupations (preferably your hero’s or heroine’s) so you can conduct research.
•You listen to the writer’s commentary on every DVD so that you can analyze his/her writing process.
•You drive three hours to a city where you don’t know anyone, spend another three hours driving around the city, then drive three hours home and decide NOT to set your story there.
• You want to interview your neighbor; even though he is supposedly normal.
• Your ideal start of a day is- A hot bath, a cup of coffee and your pen and paper.
• You prefer a Writers magazine over any other type.
• People at the Post Office know you by name.
•You prefer your Black box (Computer) over your Family's Black box (TV).
• You carry a pen and paper with you at all times.
•Your mind just won’t quit thinking about things you can write about next.
•You would rather be home writing, than at a friends party.
•Your spouse/parents/siblings thinks you love your computer more than you do him (or her).
• Your mom says, “Now I’m ironing the placket” and you’re standing beside her thinking, Placket. Good word.
• You're driving along on a stormy night and the trees are all windy and you think, "She swerved to avoid the deer, but its hooves shattered the windshield into a cobweb of cracks, then the car tumbled down the cliff; even though it rolled several times, she was alive when the car rested at the bottom of the canyon."
•You know you are a writer when you groan every time you hear or read the word "synopsis"
•You have a permanent bump/callous on the side of your middle finger from using a pen or pencil.
•You know you are a writer when you are woken up at 3am hit by inspiration for a new story and forget it all by the time you turn your computer on.
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My name is Spencer and this is my blog. This is where I will be posting a variety of things, pretty much anything I want to post. My some things I enjoy doing are flying in airplanes, hanging out with family and friends, volleyball is pretty fun (though if the net was in the other direction I would be really good). Anyways I hope you enjoy!
My name is Spencer and this is my blog. This is where I will be posting a variety of things, pretty much anything I want to post. My some things I enjoy doing are flying in airplanes, hanging out with family and friends, volleyball is pretty fun (though if the net was in the other direction I would be really good). Anyways I hope you enjoy!
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