As *spoon* as Arch comes back from vacation Hepcat will still be Hepcat. 8 8

[Hepcat]

Question marks have always given me the hiebbie gibbies..

 

I'm bewildered though as to how your comment might relate to any of the recent posts in this thread. Or are you just attempting to get the heebie-jeebies?

 

Edited November 7, 2011 by Hepcat

[Hepcat]

Some of my cousins celebrating Halloween:

 

 

[Hepcat]

Now that the weather is turning cooler, I've dusted out my hockey jerseys again:

 

 

[Hepcat]

Here are scans of my Valentine Foldees with which Topps followed up its previous success with the cards:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Edited November 21, 2011 by Hepcat

[callipygian-migration]

Now that the weather is turning cooler, I've dusted out my hockey jerseys again:

 

 

 

Aren't you Canadian?

[Not*Sure*]

Here are scans of my Valentine Foldees with which Topps followed up its previous success with the cards:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

wow hep pretty cool..I am not home right now..my brother passed away last week..but I was thinking of you when I was looking at my dads trains set up..and pictures of his trains maybe I will take some pics of them before I leave..

[Hepcat]

Aren't you Canadian?

 

Yes. But that has in no way prevented me from amassing several dozen hockey, baseball, soccer, lacrosse, rugby and football jerseys. And they all have a hand stitched number of course. Being Canadian though, all but a very few of my football jerseys are CFL ones.

 

Edited November 22, 2011 by Hepcat

[Hepcat]

my brother passed away last week....

 

Oh I'm very sad to hear that. My deepest sympathies. I was orphaned years ago myself but I still have my sister.

 

 

but I was thinking of you when I was looking at my dads trains set up..and pictures of his trains maybe I will take some pics of them before I leave....

 

Please do. Any family related memories will hopefully cheer you up as well.

 

Perhaps these pics that I took yesterday of two of my vintage Lionel HO pieces, the missile launch set and the satellite launch car, may act to bring a smile to your face:

 

 

 

 

 

Edited November 22, 2011 by Hepcat

[steveinthecity]

I miss the days when toys that could launch sharp projectiles were available in the marketplace. What tripped the firing mechanism? I've never seen these particular cars before, cool stuff!

[Hepcat]

A special section of track had a tripping device that activated the action feature of all the operating cars, from satellite, helicopter amd missile launching cars to log and coal dump cars to the bobbing head giraffe car!

 

Edited November 22, 2011 by Hepcat

[Hepcat]

Here I am with Deuce. He's on the right:

 

 

 

 

Here's Balticboy stretching with me and Deuce in the background:

 

 

 

 

And here are a couple group shots of me with the rest of The MAN's staff complement:

 

 

 

 

 

In order from the top left, that's me, Deuce, Balticboy and old Ace below. We're on our coffee and cream break. Generally we're heavier on the cream than on the coffee.

 

 

 

Edited December 6, 2011 by Hepcat

[Not*Sure*]

Party at Hep's for Christmas..

 

woot look at all the fur we know it will be warm there...

 

note to self don't forget to bring catnip and a can opener ...

[frozentundraguy]

I know the Hepcat is a football fan. I wonder if he indulges in fantasy football.

I have been involved, or at least in a league for around 10 years now. I combined

that along with a penchant to write utterly useless poems, with a glint of humor. My adaptation of Ghost Buster for Fantasy football.

 

 

 

"Guru Busters"

 

If your down on your luck

and your teams stuck in the muck

Who you gonna call?

Guru Busters!

 

If your trade requests are left alone

and no one will answer when you phone

Who you gonna call?

Guru Busters!

 

If your down by twenty

and your 'sweatin' plenty

Who you gonna call?

Guru Busters!

 

If your main guy is on a BYE

and you know your team is going to fry

Who you gonna call?

Guru Busters!

 

When you feel your team ... is on a roll

and ready to inflict ... a serious toll

you'll find yourself ...pitted against a team

that's gotten hold ... of a serious dream

Who is that team?

Guru Busters!

 

If you're seeing things running over your team

Who can you thank?

Guru busters!

An invincible Team dancing on your head

Oh, who you gonna call?

Guru busters!

Edited December 8, 2011 by frozentundraguy

[Not*Sure*]

I know the Hepcat is a football fan. I wonder if he indulges in fantasy football.

I have been involved, or at least in a league for around 10 years now. I combined

that along with a penchant to write utterly useless poems, with a glint of humor. My adaptation of Ghost Buster for Fantasy football.

 

 

 

"Guru Busters"

 

If your down on your luck

and your teams stuck in the muck

Who you gonna call?

Guru Busters!

 

If your trade requests are left alone

and no one will answer when you phone

Who you gonna call?

Guru Busters!

 

If your down by twenty

and your 'sweatin' plenty

Who you gonna call?

Guru Busters!

 

If your main guy is on a BYE

and you know your team is going to fry

Who you gonna call?

Guru Busters!

 

When you feel your team ... is on a roll

and ready to inflict ... a serious toll

you'll find yourself ...pitted against a team

that's gotten hold ... of a serious dream

Who is that team?

Guru Busters!

 

If you're seeing things running over your team

Who can you thank?

Guru busters!

An invincible Team dancing on your head

Oh, who you gonna call?

Guru busters!

 

Works with one exception.. you forgot to post a picture of a cat looking at his fantasy football grid

[Hepcat]

I know the Hepcat is a football fan. I wonder if he indulges in fantasy football.

 

No, I've resisted any such temptation to this point.

 

 

...a penchant to write utterly useless poems, with a glint of humor. My adaptation of Ghost Buster for Fantasy football.

 

Interesting! About eight years ago I wrote these two sonnets just to demonstrate to myself that I could do it:

 

The hues, the colours, of the misty dawn

I watched and hoped that they would quickly spawn

Deep thought, soft words, fine verse in record time

In me, this servant of the metred rhyme.

When faced with beauty bold yet so sublime

Speech not in verse would be a horrid crime.

But no, alas, those words, they would not come

That would describe all aspects of the sum

To me, this wretch, this serf, this forlorn one

The words with which to frame the rising sun.

But then a revelation from above

"While you my cherished son I truly love

Within your heart the sin of pride does lurk

You dare to praise, to judge, my finest work?"

 

Looking back at my first attempt here's what I did right. I nailed the metre. The stress is very properly on every second syllable.

 

Now here's what I did wrong:

 

1. Rhyming couplets are the most facile possible rhyming scheme.

 

2. Too many of my rhymes are too similar e.g. "time, rhyme, sublime, crime" and "come, sum, one, sun". Mixing up sounds is preferable to repeating them.

 

3. There's too much repetitious filler just to sound "poetic" or make the metre work e.g. "The hues, the colours" and "But no, alas". The italicized words do not impart a shred of additional imagery let alone meaning. So why are they there? If you're going to say something, don't just repeat yourself.

 

4. A lot of it is really sappy e.g. "To me, this wretch, this serf, this forlorn one."

 

5. I didn't know where I was going with the poem from the start. I penned the first ten lines quite quickly and then got stuck, before I fixed on ending the thing with an ecclesiastical homily. That too might be sappy. I have mixed feelings about whether it works.

 

In fact, I should rewrite lines seven to ten completely.

 

Of course, I never said that I was any kind of a poet. I just penned the sonnet in what turned out to be a futile effort to get people on another forum to stop posting unstructured and incredibly sappy drivel and calling it poetry.

 

My second effort:

 

Since I'm not one for feelings deep nor thought

Mere tears and hopes and fears impress me not.

To me good verse must have that metred rhyme.

So heed my words to pen a verse sublime!

Those poems without compelling rhythmic beat

With ne'er a rhyme to make the trick complete

If truth be told they're naught but vapid prose

Too often filled with cries of angst and woes.

But should you want your words to long endure

Inspiring minds and hearts of men obscure

Your words must flow as does a stream so swift

Which ripples deep within a valley's rift.

And if your words do skip with bright delight

Forever read they'll be by candle light!

 

Alfred Lord Hepcattyson

 

 

 

 

Edited December 8, 2011 by Hepcat

[frozentundraguy]

I know the Hepcat is a football fan. I wonder if he indulges in fantasy football.

 

No, I've resisted any such temptation to this point.

 

 

...a penchant to write utterly useless poems, with a glint of humor. My adaptation of Ghost Buster for Fantasy football.

 

Interesting! About eight years ago I wrote these two sonnets just to demonstrate to myself that I could do it:

 

The hues, the colours, of the misty dawn

I watched and hoped that they would quickly spawn

Deep thought, soft words, fine verse in record time

In me, this servant of the metred rhyme.

When faced with beauty bold yet so sublime

Speech not in verse would be a horrid crime.

But no, alas, those words, they would not come

That would describe all aspects of the sum

To me, this wretch, this serf, this forlorn one

The words with which to frame the rising sun.

But then a revelation from above

"While you my cherished son I truly love

Within your heart the sin of pride does lurk

You dare to praise, to judge, my finest work?"

 

Looking back at my first attempt here's what I did right. I nailed the metre. The stress is very properly on every second syllable.

 

Now here's what I did wrong:

 

1. Rhyming couplets are the most facile possible rhyming scheme.

 

2. Too many of my rhymes are too similar e.g. "time, rhyme, sublime, crime" and "come, sum, one, sun". Mixing up sounds is preferable to repeating them.

 

3. There's too much repetitious filler just to sound "poetic" or make the metre work e.g. "The hues, the colours" and "But no, alas". The italicized words do not impart a shred of additional imagery let alone meaning. So why are they there? If you're going to say something, don't just repeat yourself.

 

4. A lot of it is really sappy e.g. "To me, this wretch, this serf, this forlorn one."

 

5. I didn't know where I was going with the poem from the start. I penned the first ten lines quite quickly and then got stuck, before I fixed on ending the thing with an ecclesiastical homily. That too might be sappy. I have mixed feelings about whether it works.

 

In fact, I should rewrite lines seven to ten completely.

 

Of course, I never said that I was any kind of a poet. I just penned the sonnet in what turned out to be a futile effort to get people on another forum to stop posting unstructured and incredibly sappy drivel and calling it poetry.

 

My second effort:

 

Since I'm not one for feelings deep nor thought

Mere tears and hopes and fears impress me not.

To me good verse must have that metred rhyme.

So heed my words to pen a verse sublime!

Those poems without compelling rhythmic beat

With ne'er a rhyme to make the trick complete

If truth be told they're naught but vapid prose

Too often filled with cries of angst and woes.

But should you want your words to long endure

Inspiring minds and hearts of men obscure

Your words must flow as does a stream so swift

Which ripples deep within a valley's rift.

And if your words do skip with bright delight

Forever read they'll be by candle light!

 

Alfred Lord Hepcattyson

 

 

 

 

Sir Hepcattennyson,

 

Valiant efforts. I thought the second poem was better, but point 2 on the first poem seems the most valid criticism, but it's not what I would term a glaring defect. Excellent efforts. (thumbs u

 

 

I did write a Christmas poem a few years back. It's 5 times better if read aloud with the proper tone, inflection, and all of that. But it's a tad too early to share yet.

 

 

Edited December 9, 2011 by frozentundraguy

[Not*Sure*]

My cat wrote a poem well actually it was more performance art..it sort of went like this

 

squeak

meyow squeak squeaky squeak

mesqueak squeak mesqueak

me..ie..squeak squeakity sqawk

squeak epmesqueak

 

 

 

squeap

 

*purrrrrrr purrrrrrrr purrrrrrrr rumbling purrr*

 

 

I think it is something to do with

 

 

dejected

 

"Oh opposible thumbs how you mock me with your ability

opening cans opening cans

The reason why I need "the man"

well and the skirtches

 

content

[Marvelfangirl]

My cat wrote a poem well actually it was more performance art..it sort of went like this

 

squeak

meyow squeak squeaky squeak

mesqueak squeak mesqueak

me..ie..squeak squeakity sqawk

squeak epmesqueak

 

 

 

squeap

 

*purrrrrrr purrrrrrrr purrrrrrrr rumbling purrr*

 

 

I think it is something to do with

 

 

dejected

 

"Oh opposible thumbs how you mock me with your ability

opening cans opening cans

The reason why I need "the man"

well and the skirtches

 

content

[Not*Sure*]

I say performance art because he recites it while artful dancing around my legs and looking at his food bowl then falling into purrs when I finally give him the skritches..

 

Of course on the other hand I think he weaves in and out around my legs and sort of mocks me like "yeah see..I could kill you..you want to go downstairs?? remember no food in my bowl I will not be the one "trippin'"

[Marvelfangirl]

I say performance art because he recites it while artful dancing around my legs and looking at his food bowl then falling into purrs when I finally give him the skritches..

 

Of course on the other hand I think he weaves in and out around my legs and sort of mocks me like "yeah see..I could kill you..you want to go downstairs?? remember no food in my bowl I will not be the one "trippin'"

Cats are funny