Skip's House of Chaos: 2019

Tuesday, December 31, 2019

Website Tuesday - Bonus End-of-the Year Edition

Website Tuesday
Bonus End-of-the-Year Edition
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"From the Large Intestine of the Internets,
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peeing like a baby on a changing tableinto the brisk digital wind..."

Bill Nye’s full name is really Bill New Year’s Eve

~ and ~

Barbara Walters should host the New Year's Eve TV show tonight

just so, when the ball drops, she can say, "I'm Barbara Walters and this is 2020"

Top of the heap: So, when does the new decade begin?

The Untold Story of New Year's Novelty Glasses

The 100 Memes That Defined the 2010's

Tik Tok Top 100 Viral Videos of 2019

Associated Press Top Photos of 2019

Time Magazine's Coolest Places For Kids, 2019

Reddit's 2019 Year in Review

The Top Baby Names of 2019

25 TV Episodes From This Decade We'll Never Forget

Donald Trump's wildest lines from 2019

Striking Findings of 2019

The Best of 2019 (according to these guys, maybe):

News Bloopers

Illusions

Music Videos

Movies

Albums

Books (Non-Fiction)

Books (Fiction)

Podcasts

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Auld Lang Syne

We sing it every year (well, the first verse, anyway) at the stoke of midnight of the New Year. But what, exactly, does the Scots poem written by Robert Burns (just make sure you r-r-roll your R-r-r-r's when you say his name: "R-r-r-robert Bur-r-r-rns") and set to the tune of a traditional folk song actually mean?

I'm glad you asked.

Auld Lang Syne

by Robert Burns (1788)

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

And never brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot

And days of auld lang syne?

Chorus:

For auld lang syne, my dear,

For auld lang syne,

We'll take a cup o' kindness yet

For auld lang syne!

We twa hae run about the braes,

And pu'd the gowans fine,

But we've wander'd mony a weary fit

Sin auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl't in the burn

Frae morning sun till dine,

But seas between us braid hae roar'd

Sin auld lang syne.

And there's a hand, my trusty fiere,

And gie's a hand o' thine,

And we'll tak a right guid willie-waught

For auld lang syne!

And surely ye'll be your pint' stowp,

And surely I'll be mine,

And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet

For auld lang syne!

Translation

Should old acquaintances be forgotten,

And never brought to mind?

Should old acquaintances be forgotten,

And days of long ago!

Chorus:

For old long ago, my dear

For old long ago,

We will take a cup of kindness yet

For old long ago.

We two have run about the hillsides

And pulled the daisies fine,

But we have wandered many a weary foot

For old long ago.

We two have paddled (waded) in the stream

From noon until dinner time,

But seas between us broad have roared

Since old long ago.

And there is a hand, my trusty friend,

And give us a hand of yours,

And we will take a goodwill draught (of ale)

For old long ago!

And surely you will pay for your pint,

And surely I will pay for mine!

And we will take a cup of kindness yet

For old long ago!

Sorry, boys...

(via)

TUNESMITH TUESDAY - "Same Auld Lang Syne" by Dan Fogleberg

Same Auld Lang Syne

Met my old lover in the grocery store

The snow was falling Christmas Eve

I stole behind her in the frozen foods

And I touched her on the sleeve

She didn't recognize the face at first

But then her eyes flew open wide

She went to hug me and she spilled her purse

And we laughed until we cried

We took her groceries to the checkout stand

The food was totaled up and bagged

We stood there lost in our embarrassment

As the conversation dragged

Went to have ourselves a drink or two

But couldn't find an open bar

We bought a six-pack at the liquor store

And we drank it in her car

We drank a toast to innocence

We drank a toast to now

And tried to reach beyond the emptiness

But neither one knew how

She said she'd married her an architect

Who kept her warm and safe and dry

She would have liked to say she loved the man

But she didn't like to lie

I said the years had been a friend to her

And that her eyes were still as blue

But in those eyes I wasn't sure if I

Saw doubt or gratitude

She said she saw me in the record stores

And that I must be doing well

I said the audience was heavenly

But the traveling was hell

We drank a toast to innocence

We drank a toast to now

And tried to reach beyond the emptiness

But neither one knew how

We drank a toast to innocence

We drank a toast to time

Reliving in our eloquence

Another 'auld lang syne'

The beer was empty and our tongues were tired

And running out of things to say

She gave a kiss to me as I got out

And I watched her drive away

Just for a moment I was back at school

And felt that old familiar pain

And as I turned to make my way back home

The snow turned into rain

Then and Now

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The Year in Review

I can carry water.

I have holes in me.

I am very common.

Who (or what) am I?

Give up?
Drag your cursor between the asterisks for the answer:

A sponge

(or a watering can)

SHOC

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