February 07, 2007

• Or, it could not be (but that doesn't sell as well).
• They building a mall?
• AWWWWW! I mean, like, seriously, AWWWWWWWWW!!!! Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.
• Chick flick.
• I would rather live and love where death is king than have eternal life where love is not - Robert G. Ingersoll
• Who's to say they were embracing? Maybe they choked each other to death.
• I am fairly certain that the remains are of a Paleolithic accountant discussing end-of-year tax strategies with a client. Consummately professional, they continued their conference even as DEATH bore down on sooty wings. *wipes away a single tear*
• "...the Romeo and Juliet possibility is just one of many." Ah, sweet neolithic underage love.
• It's also quite possible that the female was sacrificed upon the death of the male, a fairly common burial practice in past cultures, world-wide. Hardly a "Hallmark Moment".
• This Valentine's Day stuff is getting a bit thick. Bah! Humbug!
• I wanna be buried with my pet chicken with both of us standing up instead of the usual cultural determination that I should end up in an expensive box covered in dirt and the chicken should end up deep-fried. Being a cynic, I gotta say that this is the mother-in-law buried with her favorite son-in-law.
• Lay down your head, and rest from the day In my arms, my love, in my arms. My love breathes strong and shall not decay In my heart, my love, in my heart. Take solace, strength; and shut out the noise In my arms, my love, in my arms. Bring your soul and self, your fears and joys To my heart, my love, to my heart. Lay down your head, and rest from the day In the earth, my love, in the earth. My love breathes strong and shall not decay In the bones, my love, in the bones. and that, ladies and gentlemonkeys, was my 1000th mofi comment. wheeeee!
• )))! A most impressive millennial comment!
• I have many clients that can't make it out of their teens with their teeth intact. They must have not had much meth back then.
• That guy definitely has a boner.
• Maybe they died trying to pull each other's hearts out through their hests like that dude in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (My mother actually had to leave the theater and go be sick during that scene.)
• Considering they had both been killed, it looks like the guy got caught in somebody else's bed. Those weren't Cupid's arrows that did them in.
• I'll bet they're not lovers, but siblings.
• Actually, I wonder if it's the oldest specimen of this sort. I seem to remember a similar pair from Catal Huyuk displayed at the University of Pennsylvania.
• love doesn't exist
• Sorry to hear, man. Peterborough?
• Catal Huyuk poem. They made me think of Esmeralda and Quasimodo.
• By golly, darling, I believe that must be the pair I remember. I think the actual bones were owned by U of P, and are probably still in their Anthropology museum if any Philadelphian monkeys want to go see it.
• This phony "fossil record" doesn't prove anything. Are you suggesting love "evolved"? Only God could come up with something like love. A blind, idiot God, squatting howling in the darkness, while noisome flutes whistle thinly. Hehe, yeah, I'm dropping in self-pitying-self-posts here and there. Should stop, really. Bugger! They took my review of Peterborough down! It was basically the same as that one though, just written badly.
• I'll send you a pity Valentine next week, if it'll make you feel better.
• Is that Monkey-valentine thing happening again this year? Or should I send my love letter to Lara directly?
• all pity valentines gratefully received. which makes me even more pitiable
• I'm tellin' ya, Hallmark's missing out on my "Cheap Chocolate for Spinsters" holiday, Feb. 15.
• If you don't send it directly, how will you put in the chocolate? Somebody needs to start a new monkeylove thread, or at least revive the last one!
• Go to it, Lara!
• Sorry. Too lazy.
• You kids and your damned small print! *squints, shakes cane*
• I wonder if Cupid will return this year.
• In my experience, you rarely have to wait long for the intervention of some cupid stunt in your life.
• *affixes "Bon Mot" ribbon, applauds with gloved hands*
• quite! quite!
• It's a very old joke, no ribbon required
• *Pays cherub-faced midget to skateboard past Abiezer and shoot arrows at him while standing on one leg.*
• Darling: Great poem.
• ))))s for the ninja! And a box of astonishingly well-preserved Neolithic chocolates to the skeletal lovers.