Welcome to the magic kingdom
September 4, 2011 5:46 AM
Memorable slogans or mottos to carve on a beds headboard.
Assembling a bed for a friend, we (I) want to personalise it somehow. We joked about something like "This is where the magic happens" or similar, but I was convinced that the hive mind can beat that easy! Dirty, classy, witty, subtle or totally not, original or an apt quote, knock our socks off.
Nerdy is a plus but not a must.
Assembling a bed for a friend, we (I) want to personalise it somehow. We joked about something like "This is where the magic happens" or similar, but I was convinced that the hive mind can beat that easy! Dirty, classy, witty, subtle or totally not, original or an apt quote, knock our socks off.
Nerdy is a plus but not a must.
"Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'entrate."
Abandon all hope, ye who enter, from Dante's Inferno?
posted by Admiral Haddock at 5:51 AM on September 4, 2011
Abandon all hope, ye who enter, from Dante's Inferno?
posted by Admiral Haddock at 5:51 AM on September 4, 2011
A jeweler friend was once asked to inscribe a wedding ring with "DOME". So she did. The client wasn't happy though, apparently it was two words. Classy, eh? Long way of saying DOME or even DOME in Latin, would have been better than DO ME.
posted by R. Mutt at 5:58 AM on September 4, 2011
posted by R. Mutt at 5:58 AM on September 4, 2011
My wife put this on ours:
the dead shall be raised
posted by Postroad at 6:04 AM on September 4, 2011
the dead shall be raised
posted by Postroad at 6:04 AM on September 4, 2011
No, wait, are you good at carving? Carve silhouettes of three or four women, and I dunno, a sheep or something, with a cross through them, for confirmed kills.
posted by tumid dahlia at 6:11 AM on September 4, 2011
posted by tumid dahlia at 6:11 AM on September 4, 2011
REMOVE PIN BEFORE FLIGHT and hang a little orange tag from the pin.
posted by jquinby at 6:13 AM on September 4, 2011
posted by jquinby at 6:13 AM on September 4, 2011
there golden sleep doth reign. (Shakespeare)
Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, the death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, chief nourisher in life's feast.
Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, steal me awhile from mine own company.
And if tonight my soul may find her peace
in sleep, and sink in good oblivion,
and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower
then I have been dipped again in God, and new-created.
~D.H. Lawrence
Sleep, rest of things, O pleasing Deity,
Peace of the soul, which cares dost crucify,
Weary bodies refresh and mollify.
~Ovid, attributed
Night has brought to those who sleep, only dreams they can not keep.
Enya
But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost
posted by theora55 at 6:24 AM on September 4, 2011
Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, the death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, chief nourisher in life's feast.
Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, steal me awhile from mine own company.
And if tonight my soul may find her peace
in sleep, and sink in good oblivion,
and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower
then I have been dipped again in God, and new-created.
~D.H. Lawrence
Sleep, rest of things, O pleasing Deity,
Peace of the soul, which cares dost crucify,
Weary bodies refresh and mollify.
~Ovid, attributed
Night has brought to those who sleep, only dreams they can not keep.
Enya
But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost
posted by theora55 at 6:24 AM on September 4, 2011
also, If the bed's a-rockin' don't come a-knockin'
posted by theora55 at 6:25 AM on September 4, 2011
posted by theora55 at 6:25 AM on September 4, 2011
VIDI, VICI, VENI
("I saw, I conquered, I came")
posted by foursentences at 6:29 AM on September 4, 2011
("I saw, I conquered, I came")
posted by foursentences at 6:29 AM on September 4, 2011
There is a fullness of all things, even sleep and love.
-Homer
This is where I'm a Viking!
-Ralph
posted by chrisulonic at 6:32 AM on September 4, 2011
-Homer
This is where I'm a Viking!
-Ralph
posted by chrisulonic at 6:32 AM on September 4, 2011
"If you can't eat it, don't fuck it". In Latin.
posted by Not Supplied at 6:33 AM on September 4, 2011
posted by Not Supplied at 6:33 AM on September 4, 2011
Per aspera ad astra (free translation: this rough mattress will kill me)
posted by Namlit at 6:56 AM on September 4, 2011
posted by Namlit at 6:56 AM on September 4, 2011
What about hand carved ASCII sexy art?
Obviously, the big ones are going to take you a bit longer to carve, but nothing could possibly personalize a nerd boudoir like a giant hand carved naked lady represented in the early internet's telecommunications character encoding system of choice.
posted by Ahab at 7:05 AM on September 4, 2011
Obviously, the big ones are going to take you a bit longer to carve, but nothing could possibly personalize a nerd boudoir like a giant hand carved naked lady represented in the early internet's telecommunications character encoding system of choice.
posted by Ahab at 7:05 AM on September 4, 2011
"If you are reading this message, you're tops!"
posted by TheRedArmy at 8:02 AM on September 4, 2011
posted by TheRedArmy at 8:02 AM on September 4, 2011
"I AM A BED."
posted by phunniemee at 8:08 AM on September 4, 2011
posted by phunniemee at 8:08 AM on September 4, 2011
Giggity Giggity
posted by dougrayrankin at 8:13 AM on September 4, 2011
posted by dougrayrankin at 8:13 AM on September 4, 2011
"maledictus qui dormit cum omni iumento et dicet omnis populus amen"
or
"Qui cum iumento et pecore coierit, morte moriatur: pecus quoque occidite."
(trans)
posted by sebastienbailard at 8:38 AM on September 4, 2011
or
"Qui cum iumento et pecore coierit, morte moriatur: pecus quoque occidite."
(trans)
posted by sebastienbailard at 8:38 AM on September 4, 2011
Yeats:
"Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."
Or just that last line of it, for the shorter reference.
posted by Eshkol at 9:32 AM on September 4, 2011
"Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."
Or just that last line of it, for the shorter reference.
posted by Eshkol at 9:32 AM on September 4, 2011
William Morris, 'For the Bed at Kelmscott':
No tale I tell of ill or well,
But this I say: night treadeth on day,
And for worst or best, right good is rest.
posted by verstegan at 11:23 AM on September 4, 2011
No tale I tell of ill or well,
But this I say: night treadeth on day,
And for worst or best, right good is rest.
posted by verstegan at 11:23 AM on September 4, 2011
The last line of Molly Bloom's soliloquy in Ulysses: yes I said yes I will yes
posted by tully_monster at 12:18 PM on September 4, 2011
posted by tully_monster at 12:18 PM on September 4, 2011
Per aspera ad astra (free translation: this rough mattress will kill me)
FYI: Namlit's translation is worth every penny you spent on it. (It's a well-known medieval motto, and could be imagined to say that...)
posted by IAmBroom at 6:24 PM on September 4, 2011
FYI: Namlit's translation is worth every penny you spent on it. (It's a well-known medieval motto, and could be imagined to say that...)
posted by IAmBroom at 6:24 PM on September 4, 2011
"See how the setting sun, with ruddy glow,
The green-embosomed hamlet fires!
He sinks and fades, the day is lived and gone,
He hastens forth new scenes of life to waken.
O for a wing to lift and bear me on,
And on, to where his last rays beckon!
Then should I see the world's calm breast
In everlasting sunset glowing,
The summits all on fire, each valley steeped in rest,
The silver brook to golden rivers flowing."
from Goethe's Faust
posted by leapfrog at 8:56 AM on September 6, 2011
The green-embosomed hamlet fires!
He sinks and fades, the day is lived and gone,
He hastens forth new scenes of life to waken.
O for a wing to lift and bear me on,
And on, to where his last rays beckon!
Then should I see the world's calm breast
In everlasting sunset glowing,
The summits all on fire, each valley steeped in rest,
The silver brook to golden rivers flowing."
from Goethe's Faust
posted by leapfrog at 8:56 AM on September 6, 2011
'Everyone knows what the night is for' (Angela Carter).
posted by verstegan at 5:35 AM on September 8, 2011
posted by verstegan at 5:35 AM on September 8, 2011
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