Court's Court

female, nerd, love to talk
Interests include music, tv, knitting, crocheting, reading, writing, forensic science, weird creepy facts, scary things, playing pranks, avoiding physical activity, debating, and avoiding spiders at any and all costs

November 21, 2012 10:44 pm August 5, 2012 5:44 pm
anewstartt:

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet. Cranky Old ManWhat do you see nurses? What do you see?What are you thinking when you’re looking at me?A cranky old man, not very wise,Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?Who dribbles his food and makes no reply.When you say in a loud voice, ‘I do wish you’d try!’Who seems not to notice the things that you do.And forever is losing a sock or shoe?Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill?Is that what you’re thinking? Is that what you see?Then open your eyes, nurse. You’re not looking at me.I’ll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.I’m a small child of ten, with a father and mother,Brothers and sisters who love one anotherA young boy of sixteen with wings on his feetDreaming that soon now  a lover he’ll meet.A groom soon at twenty my heart gives a leap.Remembering, the vows that I promised to keep.At twenty-five, now I have young of my own.Who need me to guide and a secure happy home.A man of thirty, my young now grown fast,Bound to each other with ties that should last.At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,But my woman is beside me to see I don’t mourn.At fifty, once more, babies play ‘round my knee,Again, we know children, my loved one and me.Dark days are upon me. My wife is now dead.I look at the future. I shudder with dread.For my young are all rearing young of their own.And I think of the years, and the love that I’ve known.I’m now an old man and nature is cruel.It’s jest to make old age look like a fool.The body, it crumbles. Grace and vigour, depart.There is now a stone where I once had a heart.But inside this old carcass, A young man still dwells,And now and again my battered heart swells.I remember the joys, I remember the pain.And I’m loving and living life over again.I think of the years, all too few, gone too fast.And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.So open your eyes, people. Open and see.Not a cranky old man.Look closer .. See.. Me. 

anewstartt:

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet. 

Cranky Old Man

What do you see nurses? What do you see?
What are you thinking when you’re looking at me?
A cranky old man, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice, ‘I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice the things that you do.
And forever is losing a sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse. You’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of ten, with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters who love one another
A young boy of sixteen with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now  a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at twenty my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows that I promised to keep.
At twenty-five, now I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide and a secure happy home.
A man of thirty, my young now grown fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last.
At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me to see I don’t mourn.
At fifty, once more, babies play ‘round my knee,
Again, we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me. My wife is now dead.
I look at the future. I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing young of their own.
And I think of the years, and the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old man and nature is cruel.
It’s jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles. Grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass, A young man still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living life over again.
I think of the years, all too few, gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people. Open and see.
Not a cranky old man.
Look closer .. See.. Me. 

(via livinmokotory)

July 8, 2012 2:04 pm

Cello Problems #15: When the vioins complain about how many positions they have.

iamhighlyillogical:

courtscourt:

todieagoodman:

courtscourt:

violin is a pretty fucking easy instrument, ngl

The blood, sweat and tears of my childhood as a violinist would like to disagree. 
Violin is only easy if you’re doing it wrong.  

hahaha omg guys i’m talking about initial effort when the differences are most apparent. ALL instruments are hard once you actually get really good at them. But it’s easy in the sense that it’s really encouraging to start because it’s really easy to get results early on. 

okay, if we’re talking about starting, then we need to talk about bass.

I had to learn half, first, second, and third position my very first week as a beginning bassist.

EXACTLY^^^

dude violin is EASY to start, seriously.

(Source: still-ginger)

June 6, 2012 11:38 pm

Day 6 wrap-up

abookisaloadedgun:

Werewolves are soooo days 1-5. Enjoy these 2,886 words of me botching mythology/writing completely irrelevant but totally fun AU to my NaNo story.

Aside: ALL MY THANKS to Courtlyn for giving me this amazingly wonderful prompt. I started at THREE IN THE AFTERNOON and I wrote more words today than I wrote more any other day and all before eleven. It’s WONDERFUL. I LOVE YOU, COURTLYN.

Read More

  • I SEE “KELPIE” IN THE TAGS
  • I’m not sure a group of selkies is called a herd? Maybe a school or pod?
  • Naked Girls. No sea creature-turned-human story is complete with a naked girls
  • pahahahaha most awkward explanation of mythology ever XD
  • i just have this image in my head of these two naked kids just bein’ all like “so kelpies are kinda weird. they get sticky and then eat you. kinda like, y’know, EVERY TEENAGED GUY IN THIS SITUATION WOULD”
  • awww poor nate’s gonna make a friend and then greta’s gonna eat it
  • poor kid can’t catch a break
  • PAHAHAHA SO BASICALLY THEY’RE JUST A SERIAL KILLING TEAM
  • OMG THEY ARE SWEENEY TODD AND MRS. LOVETT
  • THAT’S WHAT’S HAPPENING HERE
  • OH MY GODS
  • omg i feel like that was ridiculously fic-y
  • why—
  • why did i like that so much
  • guys i don’t read a lot of weird cracky things
  • i mean i read some but not a lot
  • i love this
  • omg what is my brain doing
June 4, 2012 2:14 pm June 3, 2012 6:52 pm

abookisaloadedgun:

While taking a bath, I realized I had more back story than I had actual story planned.

haha, I was actually starting to get that feeling XP

2:15 pm
nicolettedemimsy-porpington:

sidewalkbagatelles:

personalcrucio:

loverwife:

[7 STATES WHICH BAN ATHEISTS FROM HOLDING PUBLIC OFFICE/ARKANSAS, ARTICLE 19, SECTION 1/MARYLAND, ARTICLE 37/MISSISSIPPI, ARTICLE 14, SECTION 265/PENNSYLVANIA, ARTICLE 1, SECTION 4/SOUTH CAROLINA, ARTICLE 17, SECTION 4/TENNESSEE, ARTICLE 9, SECTION 2/TEXAS, ARTICLE 1, SECTION 4]
commieunic0rn:

hexwarrior:

huh. well… that’s… special.

I…live in Maryland…


Why am I not surprised that Pennsylvania is one of the seven? This state is honestly so amazing yet so, so terrible.

wait, seriously?? wow…

Wait, I was not aware of this.

ok that’s not even actually true. There’s FEDERAL laws that prevent that. And that’s not even something you can verify. And Maryland at least has had clear atheists. And “public office” would mean that an atheist couldn’t even be in a city council, which is absolutely absurd and happens all the time in all of these states. This is ridiculous.

nicolettedemimsy-porpington:

sidewalkbagatelles:

personalcrucio:

loverwife:

[7 STATES WHICH BAN ATHEISTS FROM HOLDING PUBLIC OFFICE/ARKANSAS, ARTICLE 19, SECTION 1/MARYLAND, ARTICLE 37/MISSISSIPPI, ARTICLE 14, SECTION 265/PENNSYLVANIA, ARTICLE 1, SECTION 4/SOUTH CAROLINA, ARTICLE 17, SECTION 4/TENNESSEE, ARTICLE 9, SECTION 2/TEXAS, ARTICLE 1, SECTION 4]

commieunic0rn:

hexwarrior:

huh. well… that’s… special.

I…live in Maryland…

Why am I not surprised that Pennsylvania is one of the seven? This state is honestly so amazing yet so, so terrible.

wait, seriously?? wow…

Wait, I was not aware of this.

ok that’s not even actually true. There’s FEDERAL laws that prevent that. And that’s not even something you can verify. And Maryland at least has had clear atheists. And “public office” would mean that an atheist couldn’t even be in a city council, which is absolutely absurd and happens all the time in all of these states. This is ridiculous.

(Source: johnhexcarter, via livinmokotory)

May 31, 2012 9:50 pm
iamhighlyillogical:

Oh wow this was COMPLETELY me back in my Contemporary Issues class, which was discussion based. Not because I was shy or whatever, but because I was using crazy big words and jargon and wrestling with complex issues and trying to convey my ideas ~intelligently~ and my brain was like HAHAHAHA I CAN GO FASTER THAN YOU, MOUTH! and my mouth was like MHSOWEIFJSLDCKMEWHSLDKFJ!!

Mild Autism + Lack of Appropriate Stress/Pressure + Courtlyn = This

iamhighlyillogical:

Oh wow this was COMPLETELY me back in my Contemporary Issues class, which was discussion based. Not because I was shy or whatever, but because I was using crazy big words and jargon and wrestling with complex issues and trying to convey my ideas ~intelligently~ and my brain was like HAHAHAHA I CAN GO FASTER THAN YOU, MOUTH! and my mouth was like MHSOWEIFJSLDCKMEWHSLDKFJ!!

Mild Autism + Lack of Appropriate Stress/Pressure + Courtlyn = This

(Source: thedailymeme)

May 11, 2012 5:54 pm

s0la-fide:

I actually had no idea that watching documentaries in your spare time was weird until my sociology teacher said “I’m that weird guy who watches documentaries in his spare time”. Mo and I are the same person. Mo is the big, black, male version of me.

Seriously me and my spanish teacher. 

If I actually cared about physically fitness and were the ginger I identify as, we would literally be the same person.

May 10, 2012 5:45 pm