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Sherrie Holmes, hunting down rogue corrupted cookies so that the blog streets are safe once more
Put Christopher the Assassin on the job of exterminating corrupt cookies.
Put Christopher the Assassin on the job of exterminating corrupt cookies.
Put Christopher the Assassin on the job of exterminating corrupt cookies.
Your computer won’t accept cookies unless your microprocessor has a chocolate chip…
Your computer won’t accept cookies unless your microprocessor has a chocolate chip…
Your computer won’t accept cookies unless your microprocessor has a chocolate chip…
I’ve just been told by two different websites that I don’t exist and I’m an unauthorized invader, websites on which I get regular mail, mind you. I think the corrupt cookies have been melting together in the oven.
Pat
I’ve just been told by two different websites that I don’t exist and I’m an unauthorized invader, websites on which I get regular mail, mind you. I think the corrupt cookies have been melting together in the oven.
Pat
I’ve just been told by two different websites that I don’t exist and I’m an unauthorized invader, websites on which I get regular mail, mind you. I think the corrupt cookies have been melting together in the oven.
Pat
Cathy, Christopher the Assassin (also known as my cat) would very happily munch his way through any corrupt cookies! (And chocolate chip, indeed–oh, you are bad!) Pat, I agree with you–those corrupt cookies have definitely been melting in the oven! ~Sherrie
Cathy, Christopher the Assassin (also known as my cat) would very happily munch his way through any corrupt cookies! (And chocolate chip, indeed–oh, you are bad!) Pat, I agree with you–those corrupt cookies have definitely been melting in the oven! ~Sherrie
Cathy, Christopher the Assassin (also known as my cat) would very happily munch his way through any corrupt cookies! (And chocolate chip, indeed–oh, you are bad!) Pat, I agree with you–those corrupt cookies have definitely been melting in the oven! ~Sherrie
Sherrie, tell Christopher the Assassin that my cats, Sethra the Supper Thief and Aliera the Beeping Alien, have his back.
Sherrie, tell Christopher the Assassin that my cats, Sethra the Supper Thief and Aliera the Beeping Alien, have his back.
Sherrie, tell Christopher the Assassin that my cats, Sethra the Supper Thief and Aliera the Beeping Alien, have his back.
Obviously cats figure prominently in the lives of writers! Christopher is always faking me out. He has learned to say “hello” in a voice that is so startlingly clear and human-sounding that I’m forever leaping out of my computer chair thinking someone has walked into the house!
Sherrie
Obviously cats figure prominently in the lives of writers! Christopher is always faking me out. He has learned to say “hello” in a voice that is so startlingly clear and human-sounding that I’m forever leaping out of my computer chair thinking someone has walked into the house!
Sherrie
Obviously cats figure prominently in the lives of writers! Christopher is always faking me out. He has learned to say “hello” in a voice that is so startlingly clear and human-sounding that I’m forever leaping out of my computer chair thinking someone has walked into the house!
Sherrie
Pangur Ban
I and Pangur Ban my cat,
‘Tis a like task we are at:
Hunting mice is his delight,
Hunting words I sit all night.
Better far than praise of men
‘Tis to sit with book and pen;
Pangur bears me no ill-will,
He too plies his simple skill.
‘Tis a merry task to see
At our tasks how glad are we,
When at home we sit and find
Entertainment to our mind.
Oftentimes a mouse will stray
In the hero Pangur’s way;
Oftentimes my keen thought set
Takes a meaning in its net.
‘Gainst the wall he sets his eye
Full and fierce and sharp and sly;
‘Gainst the wall of knowledge I
All my little wisdom try.
When a mouse darts from its den,
O how glad is Pangur then!
O what gladness do I prove
When I solve the doubts I love!
So in peace our task we ply,
Pangur Ban, my cat, and I;
In our arts we find our bliss,
I have mine and he has his.
Practice every day has made
Pangur perfect in his trade;
I get wisdom day and night
Turning darkness into light.
— Anon., (Irish, 8th century)
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Written by a student of the monastery of Carinthia on a copy of St
Paul’s Epistles.
Translated by Robin Flower.
Pangur Ban
I and Pangur Ban my cat,
‘Tis a like task we are at:
Hunting mice is his delight,
Hunting words I sit all night.
Better far than praise of men
‘Tis to sit with book and pen;
Pangur bears me no ill-will,
He too plies his simple skill.
‘Tis a merry task to see
At our tasks how glad are we,
When at home we sit and find
Entertainment to our mind.
Oftentimes a mouse will stray
In the hero Pangur’s way;
Oftentimes my keen thought set
Takes a meaning in its net.
‘Gainst the wall he sets his eye
Full and fierce and sharp and sly;
‘Gainst the wall of knowledge I
All my little wisdom try.
When a mouse darts from its den,
O how glad is Pangur then!
O what gladness do I prove
When I solve the doubts I love!
So in peace our task we ply,
Pangur Ban, my cat, and I;
In our arts we find our bliss,
I have mine and he has his.
Practice every day has made
Pangur perfect in his trade;
I get wisdom day and night
Turning darkness into light.
— Anon., (Irish, 8th century)
——————————————————————————–
Written by a student of the monastery of Carinthia on a copy of St
Paul’s Epistles.
Translated by Robin Flower.
Pangur Ban
I and Pangur Ban my cat,
‘Tis a like task we are at:
Hunting mice is his delight,
Hunting words I sit all night.
Better far than praise of men
‘Tis to sit with book and pen;
Pangur bears me no ill-will,
He too plies his simple skill.
‘Tis a merry task to see
At our tasks how glad are we,
When at home we sit and find
Entertainment to our mind.
Oftentimes a mouse will stray
In the hero Pangur’s way;
Oftentimes my keen thought set
Takes a meaning in its net.
‘Gainst the wall he sets his eye
Full and fierce and sharp and sly;
‘Gainst the wall of knowledge I
All my little wisdom try.
When a mouse darts from its den,
O how glad is Pangur then!
O what gladness do I prove
When I solve the doubts I love!
So in peace our task we ply,
Pangur Ban, my cat, and I;
In our arts we find our bliss,
I have mine and he has his.
Practice every day has made
Pangur perfect in his trade;
I get wisdom day and night
Turning darkness into light.
— Anon., (Irish, 8th century)
——————————————————————————–
Written by a student of the monastery of Carinthia on a copy of St
Paul’s Epistles.
Translated by Robin Flower.
Loved the Pangur Ban poem, Talpianna! Adorable! I printed it out to share with my writer friends who are also cat lovers.
Sherrie
Loved the Pangur Ban poem, Talpianna! Adorable! I printed it out to share with my writer friends who are also cat lovers.
Sherrie
Loved the Pangur Ban poem, Talpianna! Adorable! I printed it out to share with my writer friends who are also cat lovers.
Sherrie
“Ban” means “white” or “fair” in Gaelic, so it’s a good name for a light-colored cat.
“Ban” means “white” or “fair” in Gaelic, so it’s a good name for a light-colored cat.
“Ban” means “white” or “fair” in Gaelic, so it’s a good name for a light-colored cat.