11:58 where I am, 1:58 where I live, and 12:58 where my heart is.
1:26 a.m.
Time to logoff.
'nite.
12:00 on the dot. Time for bed!
Time to give up on this worthless thread.
oh what a @#&*% I am... it's really 1:03
Time to get a new watch?
greybeard.
23.13
the time of my life
;]
If I tell you what I’m doing today
Will you shut up and get out of my way?
I`m late,,again
along the strand
I slowly walks
and listen
to the seabirds'
squawks
to know the time
I consult my socks
which both have
cunning little clocks
23:44 on August 24th, 2005
ian would say is located in beautiful Portland, Oregon, USA, Earth
23:47, in SFO
What's the time?
It's Def Con One!
Said what's the time?
Just give me some
Big Mac, fries to go
Give me Big Mac, fries to go...
Hammer time.
Too fucking early.
Time is a convenient fiction invented to explain why everything doesn't happen at once.
Time to stop screwing around on tha Intra-Web and get to work. Goddammit.
Fair enough. Now where are my fries!?
Time for a "where are my socks?" post.
Firm but fair, firm but fair...
firm but fair, firm but fair,
are the feet with which I walk
and either scrawny one of 'em
I cram in an Argyle sock
sad things have happened
to my socks --
one from each pair
will disappear
and leave me in enraged despair
wondering how it went, and where
it's time to set us up the bomb
Time for tea
It's now of course.
clever pelican
I just got up after taking a pain pill and thought that'd I'd check my ebay, my email and my mofi threads and now I am answering your question, 4:00am.
Hey sexyrobot. It's a school night, isn't it? I've got an excuse cause I'm sick, but you should be in bed. Whasup?
What ARE you talking about? It's bloody lunchtime!
Time to get my stanky ass in the shower and get to work.
*cough / gag / opens window*
13:41
7:58
My SO woke me up.
time out came
just in time
the nick of time
there's never enough time
to run out of time
in a timely fashion
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
One of God's better efforts I always thought.
6:06 AM. Time to get to greybeard.
err, under the heaven.
Strike me now, O Lord, for I have fucked up Thy nice poetry
Does anybody really know what time it is?
Does anybody really care?
8:15 AM
And time to get to work on all of this stuff.
Cenozoic Era. Holocene Quaternary, to be precise.
And the Lord spake, saying, "Thou shalt not get all assy when thou art quoting my words, and thou shalt make use of thy spellchecker. And the use of quotation marks, whether written or "air", shall be used when quoting my pith, or I shall pith all over thee, particularly if thou faileth to include the appropriate citation. Verily, thy laziness shall cast thee into a neverending pit of buggy word processing software, where the blinking cursor shall drive thee batshit.
10:29 A.M. - time to stop harrassing new monkeys.
drjimmy11
Praise the Lord!! (at 8:28 in the a.m. Central Kickass Stardard Time!)
Time for the people of this country to RISE UP!! And take this country back from the warmongering profiteers that are bankrupting it both financially and morally!!
*adjusts beret*
or perhaps it's just time for some caffiene.
What time is it? It's time for you to quit fucking with me!
♫ Hammer Time! ♫
*waves hands in the air*
Whee! Time to get hammered! Too early though; it's only 8:27 a.m. here. Damn.
*slyly places delicous adult beverage just to the right of cynnbad*
*stares at cynnbad's drink enviously*
Make sure you signed out when you borrowed that Hammer!
I am here at work at 9:32 a.m. Well, sort of. The "at work" part will definitely require more caffeine.
While I agree with most of the previous comments, (and I'm not trying to start a flame war, or be a troll here) it's just that I feel that the current administration's policies regarding pancakes is not really indicative of the general populace (putting red and blue states aside.) Think of the children...
or... another way to put it is... time to make absolutely no sense.
No Time
She left me. What voice
colder than the wind
out of the grave said: 'It is over'? Impalpable,
invisible, she comes
to me still, as she would
do, and I at my reading.
There is a tremor
of light, as of a bird crossing
the sun's path, and I look
up in recognition
of a presence in absence.
Not a word, not a sound,
as she goes her way,
but a scent lingering
which is that of time immolating
itself in love's fire.
RS Thomas, written for his late wife, who he was married to for fifty years. I love that last line.
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
Weird. I just read that line on a piece of paper on my professor's desk just last night.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing beforre us, we were all going to heaven, we all going direct the other way -- in short, the period was so far like the present period that some of its noisiest authotities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
-- Charles Dickens, , the opening sentence of A Tale of Two Cities
Time to make the donuts.
time out!
gosh darn you kimdog!!! I just scrolled down thru all these comments specifically intending to inform all monkeys that where I am its "time to make the donuts"....we must be in the same time zone ;)
it's time 4 coffee!
Well, I always feel "time to make the donuts" about my job these days. I was thrilled that no one trumped me on that one. (And actually, I am EST, but I got to work an hour late because I "overslept").
9:42AM
I thought you Londoners drank tea (or whatever it is you call that boiled crap)
just kidding about the boiled crap remark -- kinda
NOW is the time.
But is this the place?
Yeah, I've got the Time
Rusty Daily
Sometimes, when I am asked
for the time, I can't resist saying;
Yeah, I've got the Time
I've got a minute to spare
and time to call my own
when I take my own sweet time
it takes forever in a day
but I've got break time, straight time
and overtime
for which I get time and a half
I'll wait for a little time
but not forever
I've got time on my hands
and time to spare
a short time
and two shakes of a lamb's tail
I've got til hell freezes over
until the cow come home, the last dog dies,
until your blue in the face
and until the end of time
Are you getting my drift?
I can be ahead of time
behind time
and work against time
I can be
late
and foolishly waste my time
every time I turn around
someone gives me a hard time
In good times
I have a high old time,
a big time
and the time of my life
I keep time and mark time
whenever the time is ripe
I have good timing and bad
I can do two things at a time
at double time
but I'm not a two-timer
time can fly, crawl, lag and drag
or just standstill
it can march on, run on
or just run out
I can call a time in
or a time out
I can buy time, burn time
and hold on for a little while
I look for time
make time, occupy time
and pass time
I can take time off,
serve time and pause for time
I can take a break for five or ten
I have good moments and bad
mornings, noons and nights
AM and PM
seasons and semesters
I got for a whiles,
cycles and breaks
short terms and long
olden days and golden days
and all my born days,
a coon's age
and a month of Sundays
time is costly
and you must spend it wisely
you can be here for a little bit
at whatever time
and at the same time
for a moment or a while
and for the time being
you can turn an everlasting moment
into no time at all
in an instant
and the wink of an eye
time heals, goes on by
and sometimes it just stands still
but time waits on no man
Always remember to
take a little time for yourself
Yeah! I've got the Time
lessee, it's 12:06 pm right now
Time is on my side, yes it is
Time is on my side, yes it is
Now you always say
That you want to be free
But you’ll come running back (said you would baby)
You’ll come running back (I said so many times before)
You’ll come running back to me
1:33p aka "It's morning, damnit!"
I need caffeine.
quelle heure est il?
c'est midi
c'est l'heure de dejeuner
(au moins en californie)
Isn't this a repost?
when was that?
For make a visit in the morning.
What o'clock is it?
What o'clock you think it is?
I think is not yet eight o'clock.
How is that, eight o'clcok! it is ten 'clock struck.
It must then what I rise me quickly.
It took the sea a thousand years
A thousand years to trace
The granite features of this cliff,
In crag and scarp and base.
It took the sea an hour one night,
An hour of storm to place
The sculpture of those granite seams,
Upon a woman's face.
Erosion, E.J. Pratt
Time to look back on what we've done
time to gaze ahead and seize what's coming
time to enjoy what's right by our side
time to recall with a smirk our good moments
time to put to rest our past blunders
and it's 4:47 right now, about time I finish that mock-up if I want to leave anytime soon....
F**** it, it's 16:30
Can't make clocks and this thread synchronize...
No time like the present.
*waits for deluge of presents*
It all started on the thirteenth hour, of the thirteenth day, of the thirteenth month.
4:30! It's not late. Nah, nah. It's just early. Early. Early.
It's currently 7:26pm on August 25th, 2005.
I can tell by the old clock that fell off the wall and is now sitting in the corner, it's 8:00PM Specific DoRight Time
Prime Time! (But then, you'd need a TV to know about that...)
Time is on my slide.
No time like the pleasant.
whatever.
Time, time, time-
see what's become of me
while I looked around for my possibilities;
I was so hard to please...
/kid in the 60s
Hi wendell!
sometimes time
is a when or a what
or a thing on our hands
is for change
holds a promise
an if and or but
is a sentence for life
is a current a flow
is a thing we run out of
it will come it will go
is a season an age
and always a tide
it can ripen
heal wounds
hang heavy or drag
it may stretch or may shrink
time's the space where we think
and the place where we feel
and some hold that it goes
round like a wheel
time's elusive or solid as rock
its a thing we don't easily fit
so its passage we try to depict
in timepiece or clock
our first stories start once upon it
time gives us this now
to forget or to know
(we don't really know how_
when it happens to us
and we happen to it
Thank God no one's said "4:20."
D'oh.
Time to open up a big can of beets.
Time for a beer.
BBBBBBBBBBBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELCH
It's 12:38pm here. Oh, and Guess Who just came to visit:
No time, no time, no time, no time
No time, no time, no time, no time
I got, got, got, got no time
I got, got, got, got no time
I got, got, got, got no time
No-no-no, no-no-no, no time
No-no-no, no-no-no, no time
I got, got, got, got no time
No-no-no, no-no-no, no-no-no,
no-no-no, no-no-no, no-no-no, no time
I got no time, got no time, got no time, got no time, got no time
Got no time, got no time
3:01 pm and jim_t just made me laugh.
Very nice, Bees.
What all the snot-nosed brats used to say on the playground:
It's half past the monkey's ass, and a quarter to his balls.
They deserved to be slapped.
it's later than you think.
well, it's later than I think.
I think.
It's time for the 100th comment!
Ow, too much poetry here. What time is it? For me, it's never too soon, but it's usually too late. Oh, well.....
Oh, anyone have a basil recipe?
some are thyme and the living is easy
thyme lions
don't know
hard thymes
old-timers
pass thyme
and piece thyme
winding up
thyme clocks
doing thyme
keeping thyme
wasting thyme
some are thyme and the living is easy
Time for Porgy and Beeswacky!
Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years,
Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe
Are brackish with the salt of human tears!
Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow
Claspest the limits of mortality,
And sick of prey, yet howling on for more,
Vomitest thy wrecks on its inhospitable shore;
Treacherous in calm, and terrible in storm,
Who shall put forth on thee,
Unfathomable Sea?
Shelley
We so seldom nowadays
say vomitest.
And that, I ween,
is for the best.
She is GramMa -
We'd not rebuke
Her copied prose
For saying puke
The seas did heave
The waves did spew
Earl grasped the rail
Hung over the bridge
Threw up his hands in fear.
The ship did hurl
A near dead few
To feed the sharks
They were disgorged
Into upheaving waters.
*takes bow for dramatic, but retchingly bad, free-verse poem
such silence --
cicada song
sinks into stone
-- Matsuo Basho
greybeard.theheaven. Strike me now, O Lord, for I have fucked up Thy nice poetry