Agincourt, 1415

This day is called the Feast of Crispian (October 25):
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a-tiptoe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall see this day and live t'old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say "To-morrow is Saint Crispian":
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars
And say "These wounds I had on Crispin's day."
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispianus shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he today that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now abed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

--Henry V Act IV, Scene III

Bloody Taggers

Bob has been tagged. i let my guard down, and now I'm tagged.

the rules for tagging are:
Link the person who has tagged you.
Tell seven truths about yourself.
Tag seven new people.
Leave a message with the person you have tagged so they know about it.

you shall all be feeling my tag soon >:)
so in compliance with the rules, here are seven things about Bob that most of you hopefully don't know:

1. I can play music using only my fingernails and chin
2. I have a rule that if a cheese curd squeaks on my tooth i must spit it out.
3. 42
4. I fully intend to read Tristram Shandy one day
5. i have a love/hate relationship with dogs
6. I make it a point to say "yes, there is" when someone says "there is no spoon."
7. I hate revealing things about myself. other than my dislikes.

There. Happy?

Book Klub

A post on this subject has been a long time coming, but it's finally here. Book Club. On the third Thursday of every month i have been going to a small Lutheran book club based out of a small church (or sometimes this scary guy's home) now I'm sure some of you are right now going "why, Bob? why? why go stroke your beard with people over books when as far as you go for reading is looking at the pictures?" Bob shall tell you why: FOOD! food everywhere! Indian, Mexican, American, everything. there are books and there is food. what could be more enjoyable.
i should mention one of the other people belonging to this society of literate Lutherans, and i ask you to visit her blog asap. this would be Not Freddy, who has faithfully (and eerily) observed us and documented our every meet. so check out the links remember to beware the ides of march. i warned you last time.