You 'feels' you lose

right in the feels!

gustavo wrote: »

If anyone has NOT seen this, you have to watch it. This is the difference between acting and real life. You could never fake this...

Seen this on FB earlier, and from his IMDB page

In 2012, Ron Perlman once again endured the 4-hour makeup routine required to transform him into Hellboy--not for a sequel or other acting job but to fulfill the Make-A-Wish request of a six-year-old boy named Zachary who has leukemia. Creature effects house Spectral Motion applied Perlman's Hellboy makeup (and later, also made up Zachary as Hellboy as well), and then Zachary got to spend the day hanging out with "Hellboy.".

It is from this -

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Desiderata

(Desiderata by Max Ehrmann)

They let him be preacher in just his pyjama bottoms?

5 yr old boy gets excited about wedding, I hate to be the one that breaks this to you, but your son is..............

Oh man ths got me good and proper.


http://vimeo.com/70426141

Jake1 wrote: »

me too, I posted that in the BAWWWWWW thread.

How he loved her...

The Nickelback version of the song wasn't good, but the spirit he did it in was. But the saddest thing is the thought of him sitting alone in their home, without the woman that sat beside him for 75 years.

:(

Gokei wrote: »

She was probably just copying what the trainer was doing.
I'm dead inside.

Many years ago, they did a live chat on AOL with Koko the Gorilla, who has been taught sign language for years. It was amazing what she could respond to (her training typing her responses, or course). She understood every question put to her. When asked what she wanted for her birthday, she said "Food, Smokes", which meant she wanted treats for her kitten, Smoky. And she made up the word "finger bracelet" to say "ring", cause she didn't know the word ring...

Dickerty wrote: »

Many years ago, they did a live chat on AOL with Koko the Gorilla, who has been taught sign language for years. It was amazing what she could respond to (her training typing her responses, or course). She understood every question put to her. When asked what she wanted for her birthday, she said "Food, Smokes", which meant she wanted treats for her kitten, Smoky. And she made up the word "finger bracelet" to say "ring", cause she didn't know the word ring...

She also famously blamed the kitten for ripping a sink off a wall.

Gokei wrote: »

In not disputing the fact that our primate cousins are intelligent, I just can't get to her letting her trainer know "I am anatomically unable to shed a tear, but if I could, I would"
I'm thinking that is more likely she was mimicing her trainer. But I wasn't there, so I'll shut up now.

It's possible that she was simply stating what the trainer was doing, but she could also have understood that 'cry' is something humans do when sad and was expressing sympathy. We'll never know, but apes are known to be able to show empathy, even towards other species.

an open letter to the mayo team, this was publised in a mayo paper this week.

What we are living a lifetime for"

Dear lads

Here we go again. Another September and we rest our dream on your young shoulders. It's a lot for you to carry on All-Ireland Final day. But if we can't trust you, where else can we turn. We're squeezing the ticket of a lifelong journey into your safe hands for you to get us a travel pass so as we can live a dream.

Who are we? We're the woman serving the meal at a wedding in the Castlecourt. We're the kid playing in the schoolyard. We're the girls on the B shift in Baxter. The exiles in London or Long Island. The five Ballinrobe lads who took off one morning for Australia.

The patient in hospital wearing her Mayo neckband. We're the mother who worries daily about the price of the school books or the uniform. We're the fly by nights, the chancers, the sleeveens, and the all right sort of an 'auld character'.

We're the singletons, the married, the divorced, the widowers and the widowed. We're the dreamers and believers and the legends of the road. We're Mayo.

You're the gift we inherited when dad brought us to see you play. It's the Sunday of childhood that has become every day or our life since. From high infants you were there.

We were Morley and Prendergast in sixth class. In secondary school you were with us too. Tickeen and Joeeen. We were you wearing our Mayo socks in Presentation College Headford. No replica jerseys then. It was years later we proudly adorned ourselves in Larry's (McEllin) famous shirt.

You were there playing gooseberry when we fell in love. If she had no heed in football she was ditched. Didn't matter a damn if she had a dowry and road frontage. Ours was a different kind of love. Monday's when we woke with our football hearts broken.

You were there when the kids were born. We passed on the baton on. The easiest gospel we ever preached. All the roaring getting them up for Mass we could have saved ourselves if the priest wore red and green vestments. They are mothers themselves now. In the car with us now on this crusade. Full driving license too. The next generation in the back. Too big a stack to be strapped in the baby seat either. A growing reminder that precious time is slipping away.

Because of you we have to put an extra set of tyres and tax the car most years. Never had a right holiday either.
Wouldn't know Lanzarote from Pavorotti.

Met a woman once who was going to Cornwall. "Ah lovely," I said by way of saying something. "Were you ever there?" she asked. "No" I replied, feeling a right idiot.

Didn't bother asking her was she in Scotstown on a cold crisp January Sunday in 1996, the day Kenny Mortimer was sent off. We burdened Kenny and his brothers with this dream too. Left it on Noel Connelly's shoulder also. Others too like Ronaldson, Geraghty, the genius Ciaran McDonald, Willie Joe and McStay. They were worthy of our hopes and aspirations. Their want was ours.

You're the reason we clutched at straws in the gale. 1985 when Mayo and Monaghan were in the All-Ireland semi-finals and some pleb told us Old Moore's predicted two M's would meet in the All-Ireland. We scoured every page for confirmation, but two M's for the Maam Cross Fair was as near as we got. We just want from you one September Sunday when an unimaginable world unfolds.

Small things will do us thereafter. A night around Christmas when the family are gathered. A warm fire and we watching the video of Mayo winning the All-Ireland Final of 2013. Hair still standing on the napes of our necks.

We'll get a nice picture too standing between Donal, Kenneth, Mickey and Colm holding the Sam Maguire. For the coffin. Our jersey strewn on the lid beside it and the congregation singing our Mayo anthem "The Green and Red of Mayo" when they wheel us out. That's what we're living a lifetime for. You're carrying us on your shoulders now. In Mayo we trust.

Good Luck

Willie McHugh