The rules:
1. start off with a sentence/statement about anything you'd like (within the board rules and within reason, of course).
2. the next person to see what you wrote has to acknowledge it in some way, but then has to try to spectacularly derail the thread.
3. the last person who is able to keep their sentence/statement up without someone derailing it WINS.
Ready? GO! ;D
I love playing games. Thread Derailing sounds too easy, however. If you lay a thread on a train track, it gets derailed fairly easily. Thread is light, so the wind blows it off. And you can forget about it staying on the rail if a train passes! But it can be dangerous, especially if you forget to look for the train while you are railing your thread. Beware!
Quote from: Ecurb Noselrub on May 16, 2012, 02:35:38 AM
I love playing games. Thread Derailing sounds too easy, however. If you lay a thread on a train track, it gets derailed fairly easily. Thread is light, so the wind blows it off. And you can forget about it staying on the rail if a train passes! But it can be dangerous, especially if you forget to look for the train while you are railing your thread. Beware!
Trains reminded me of watching Atlas Shrugged the other day. I didn't read the book, but know how long winded Ayn Rand can be. Needless to say I quickly got bored watching a train travel for close to five minutes with nothing else really happening.
Never read Atlas Shrugged. But I like books. Lately I've been reading lots of comic books, the last one I read was All-Star Superman. Though I was always more of a Batman fan. Something about bats, like the ones I saw in Melbourne's botanical gardens 10 years ago. Australia's such a great country.
Australia is nice, but it has too many deadly animals for my liking. Now, a nice safe miniature hose is perfect for anybody.
Quote from: Budhorse4 on May 16, 2012, 03:21:56 AM
Australia is nice, but it has too many deadly animals for my liking. Now, a nice safe miniature hose is perfect for anybody.
There's a disease which is passed from flying foxes to horses which then become terribly fatal to humans.
Still flying foxes are preferable to regular foxes who are very wasteful, biting off chicken heads even though they aren't members of heavy metal bands.
Chicken heads are no fun, they just drip on your shoes.
The fun part is a chicken's foot; you can pull the little sinews in the leg and make the claws move. This was a favourite game when I was a lad.
Quote from: OldGit on May 16, 2012, 10:16:23 AM
Chicken heads are no fun, they just drip on your shoes.
The fun part is a chicken's foot; you can pull the little sinews in the leg and make the claws move. This was a favourite game when I was a lad.
I find it is so hard not to have favourites, I mean, my three year old is so adorable at times, but then sometimes she is so out of control, you can't reason with her, so you are tempted to emotionally blackmail her by telling her that her sister is a good girl and being so good she is daddy's favourite.
Do you think this is the way to go, play them off against each other, make them compete for daddy's favor?
I'm just new at this whole parent thing but it seems to work.
I think playing favourites is wrong. However I do think this is my favourite thread in a long while :)
Quote from: Tank on May 16, 2012, 12:57:42 PM
I think playing favourites is wrong. However I do think this is my favourite thread in a long while :)
I was my older sisters favourite, happy times but it wasn't easy, I had to act to maintain our happiness. Another came and I was merely
a favourite. It'd purr and she'd swoon, it was unnatural and I know I did the right thing ending that thing. Ever since I've never hesitated in acting on what I know is right. I know what is right...
I am doing a weird psycho thing here, um errr well Stevil started it.
How does anyone ever really know what is right? For that matter, in most situations, aren't there multiple rights and multiple wrongs?
Damn it, I think this is the most on topic post I've ever posted! When we're supposed to stay on topic I can't, and when we're supposed to derail I can't. I'm sure that says something about me.
Speaking of me, I have to give a presentation to 120 people today. I don't feel nervous, which is worrying in and of itself. Has the shock of having to present to such a large crowd made me go dead inside?
Quote from: Ali on May 16, 2012, 03:19:35 PMHas the shock of having to present to such a large crowd made me go dead inside?
I've always kinda of felt things though I don't think those things are quite the same as others I know seem to think.
Dead, dead ye I know I'm mostly dead inside but still I still try to make connections.
The Luke Sky Walker guy was on the Simpsons and he told Homer to use the fork...
There's depths in that you common folk won't understand but I stayed home tonight pondering it, you have to take the wide view you know...
Quote from: The Magic Pudding on May 16, 2012, 03:41:07 PM
Quote from: Ali on May 16, 2012, 03:19:35 PMHas the shock of having to present to such a large crowd made me go dead inside?
I've always kinda of felt things though I don't think those things are quite the same as others I know seem to think.
Dead, dead ye I know I'm mostly dead inside but still I still try to make connections.
The Luke Sky Walker guy was on the Simpsons and he told Homer to use the fork...
There's depths in that you common folk won't understand but I stayed home tonight pondering it, you have to take the wide view you know...
My goodness, those are some deep ponderings, Puddin'.
Your mention of a fork reminds me of the spoon/spork debate occurring on one of the other threads. I'm partial to spoons. Little spoons. I find giant soup spoons cumbersome.
Quote from: The Magic Pudding on May 16, 2012, 03:41:07 PM
Quote from: Ali on May 16, 2012, 03:19:35 PMHas the shock of having to present to such a large crowd made me go dead inside?
I've always kinda of felt things though I don't think those things are quite the same as others I know seem to think.
Dead, dead ye I know I'm mostly dead inside but still I still try to make connections.
The Luke Sky Walker guy was on the Simpsons and he told Homer to use the fork...
There's depths in that you common folk won't understand but I stayed home tonight pondering it, you have to take the wide view you know...
For depths, read an unnecessarily complicated inner life, usually conjoined with excessive and fruitless introspection. Whatever you may say about Eskimos , in their favour they eschew abstract speculation. Give them a harpoon and a signed photograph of Bjork and they are content.
OK we're rule eschewing atheists but I'll attempt to set a precedent and attempt to include the two prior posts that responded to....
cumbersome
content
It is so cumbersome being content these days, I've got my Ithing but I'm supposed to be concerned for some white monster bear and Justin is so sweet but I have to like someone with less perfect hair. You know I'm going to explode sometime soon, why can't I just like nice stuff???
Quote from: The Magic Pudding on May 16, 2012, 04:19:12 PM
OK we're rule eschewing atheists but I'll attempt to set a precedent and attempt to include the two prior posts that responded to....
cumbersome
content
It is so cumbersome being content these days, I've got my Ithing but I'm supposed to be concerned for some white monster bear and Justin is so sweet but I have to like someone with less perfect hair. You know I'm going to explode sometime soon, why can't I just like nice stuff???
As Tolstoy forgot to say, all nice things are alike but unpleasant things are unpleasant in their own way. That is a little apercu that I often shared with the students I slept with. Paving the way for their bitter realisation that pandering to my depraved appetites was not after all going to secure them an "A" grade. One has to maintain academic standards after all.
Quote from: En_RouteAs Tolstoy forgot to say, all nice things are alike but unpleasant things are unpleasant in their own way. That is a little apercu that I often shared with the students I slept with. Paving the way for their bitter realisation that pandering to my depraved appetites was not after all going to secure them an "A" grade. One has to maintain academic standards after all.
Yes, I know Welsh farmers who've been through that - they give the judges 'special access' to their sheep before the show, then the sheep only gets third prize. But there's still a magic about standing in a Welsh field in the pouring rain, holding a scraggy ewe on a piece of string.
I feel like there's a joke to be made about ewe vs you, but I'm not clever enough to make it. Also, I'm wondering if ewe and you sound different to non US English speakers. A nice Irish boy that I used to sleep with in my early 20's swore that there is a difference between the way you say or, ore, and oar, but I never could hear it. Which is, apparently, why I mispronounce the wonderful word "begorah!" that's almost certainly misspelled as well as mispronounced.
My grandfather was a non US English speaker, but he wasn't Irish and he wasn't nice. He was Russian, crippled, big and perpetually drunk. He walked into a bar one day, and two guys figured he was an easy number, they got him back into the kitchen and went to steal his money. He killed one with a chicken shears, the second ran away. He got off, self defense, but home life deteriorated. I wasn't real close to Deedee.
Quote from: technolud on May 16, 2012, 06:37:52 PMI wasn't real close to Deedee.
I was, he died in my arms but he never mentioned you, 'spose you never mattered to him.
I need a crowd of people but I can't face them day to day.
Ever emoted to the tear-jerking ballad "Lonely in a crowd" ? It was the climax of my act as crooner-cum-origami-virtuoso when I played the Northern Club circuit in the seventies. I made a good living until the bottom fell out of novelty acts.
Quote from: En_Route on May 16, 2012, 08:14:06 PM
Ever emoted to the tear-jerking ballad "Lonely in a crowd" ? It was the climax of my act as crooner-cum-origami-virtuoso when I played the Northern Club circuit in the seventies. I made a good living until the bottom fell out of novelty acts.
The Freud/teenaged boy in me is having a field day with this post.
I always hated Field Day when I was in elementary school. What kind of psycho makes an 8 year old jog a 5k?
I remember at primary school ( equivalent, though superior to, the American elementary, I assume) that all my friends were imaginary (though my enemies seemed real enough). It was only many years later that I realised that the school itself was also imaginary.
Quote from: En_Route on May 16, 2012, 08:58:03 PM
I remember at primary school ( equivalent, though superior to, the American elementary, I assume) that all my friends were imaginary (though my enemies seemed real enough). It was only many years later that I realised that the school itself was also imaginary.
Speaking of imaginary schools, if I went to Hogwarts I'd totally enjoy Professor Binns' History of Magic class. I mean, having a ghost as your teacher?? Too cool! And Quidditch. I REALLY want to try that. Well, more specifically, I want to take a broom out and just sail around in the air for a while.
Quote from: Amicale on May 16, 2012, 10:43:37 PM
Quote from: En_Route on May 16, 2012, 08:58:03 PM
I remember at primary school ( equivalent, though superior to, the American elementary, I assume) that all my friends were imaginary (though my enemies seemed real enough). It was only many years later that I realised that the school itself was also imaginary.
Speaking of imaginary schools, if I went to Hogwarts I'd totally enjoy Professor Binns' History of Magic class. I mean, having a ghost as your teacher?? Too cool! And Quidditch. I REALLY want to try that. Well, more specifically, I want to take a broom out and just sail around in the air for a while.
Witches always evoke images of Halloween to me. Even at my advanced age, I still go trick and treating, hoping to impress my charms on lonely divorcees. So far however all I have garnered is a bag of liquorice all sorts and several restraining orders.
Quote from: En_Route on May 17, 2012, 12:16:48 AM
Witches always evoke images of Halloween to me. Even at my advanced age, I still go trick and treating, hoping to impress my charms on lonely divorcees. So far however all I have garnered is a bag of liquorice all sorts and several restraining orders.
Restraining orders, eh? Today I really had to exercise restrain myself. I had a horrible craving for burgers from a take-out place, but you'll be happy to know that I had baked chicken cut on top of salad instead! It took GREAT restraint. ;D
Quote from: Amicale on May 17, 2012, 12:22:05 AM
Quote from: En_Route on May 17, 2012, 12:16:48 AM
Witches always evoke images of Halloween to me. Even at my advanced age, I still go trick and treating, hoping to impress my charms on lonely divorcees. So far however all I have garnered is a bag of liquorice all sorts and several restraining orders.
Restraining orders, eh? Today I really had to exercise restrain myself. I had a horrible craving for burgers from a take-out place, but you'll be happy to know that I had baked chicken cut on top of salad instead! It took GREAT restraint. ;D
Great restraints, eh?
Why do all paths on HAF lead to bondage?
Quote from: Amicale on May 17, 2012, 12:22:05 AM
Restraining orders, eh? Today I really had to exercise restrain myself. I had a horrible craving for burgers from a take-out place, but you'll be happy to know that I had baked chicken cut on top of salad instead! It took GREAT restraint. ;D
I not sure how I feel about that, but I am happy that the library tell me that my book is ready for pickup. City of Ghosts which is the third installment from Stacia Kane, the first two books were terrific, Unholy Ghosts and Unholy Magic.
The main character Chess Putnam is a church witch. There are no churches left other than the Church of Truth where fact is truth. There is no god (this makes me happy also).
Chess is a druggy popping pills all the time. In the last book she got stuck in a house without her pills and man it was a meltdown, vomiting, shakes, everything. Her life is an utter mess. She has fallen in love with a not so good looking thug, muscle to a drug lord. He beats people up for a living.
But he hates her, because while they were falling in love, she was busy having sex with the son of a competing drug lord.
Now he tells her she is like a hoar but at least a hoar is honest.
When the thug found out about her frollics, she felt so bad about letting him down that she went and had sex with an old acquaintance, almost in an attempt to punish herself.
The book Unholy Magic is the best written book I have read in years. It is amazing. So gritty and dark and real despite the ghosts and magic. The hero is an anti hero, it is great.
This makes me happy
Edit: Argh, Im too slow, a few posts late
Quote from: Stevil on May 17, 2012, 12:36:04 AM
Quote from: Amicale on May 17, 2012, 12:22:05 AM
Restraining orders, eh? Today I really had to exercise restrain myself. I had a horrible craving for burgers from a take-out place, but you'll be happy to know that I had baked chicken cut on top of salad instead! It took GREAT restraint. ;D
I not sure how I feel about that, but I am happy that the library tell me that my book is ready for pickup. City of Ghosts which is the third installment from Stacia Kane, the first two books were terrific, Unholy Ghosts and Unholy Magic.
The main character Chess Putnam is a church witch. There are no churches left other than the Church of Truth where fact is truth. There is no god (this makes me happy also).
Chess is a druggy popping pills all the time. In the last book she got stuck in a house without her pills and man it was a meltdown, vomiting, shakes, everything. Her life is an utter mess. She has fallen in love with a not so good looking thug, muscle to a drug lord. He beats people up for a living.
But he hates her, because while they were falling in love, she was busy having sex with the son of a competing drug lord.
Now he tells her she is like a hoar but at least a hoar is honest.
When the thug found out about her frollics, she felt so bad about letting him down that she went and had sex with an old acquaintance, almost in an attempt to punish herself.
The book Unholy Magic is the best written book I have read in years. It is amazing. So gritty and dark and real despite the ghosts and magic. The hero is an anti hero, it is great.
This makes me happy
Edit: Argh, Im too slow, a few posts late
I hate in when someone you're interested in has sex with the son of a competing drug lord. Speaking of competition, I love to be in footraces, even if I know I'm going to lose.
Quote from: Anne D. on May 17, 2012, 01:24:53 AM
I hate in when someone you're interested in has sex with the son of a competing drug lord. Speaking of competition, I love to be in footraces, even if I know I'm going to lose.
Speaking of feet,
Have you seen Footrot Flats (the cartoon movie), it's soundtrack is by Dave Dobbyn.
He is iconic in NZ, his songs are almost defacto national anthems for us.
Loyal, Whaling, Slice of Heaven, Shouldn't you ought to be, I can't understand why he didn't get famous overseas
Quote from: Stevil on May 17, 2012, 01:59:58 AMI can't understand why he didn't get famous overseas
Ye I don't get it.
He was the first up Everest but some dismiss his achievement because he used bottled oxygen,,, buy hey it's still a long way up and you have to pay the Sherpas more to carry your air.
Sure his brother is more talented but he is taller and doesn't look like a puppet.
Zena and Hercules filled a niche, it wasn't his fault that niche was there. He looked so good in leather and his shokrum technique was totally beleivable.
His adaptation of the Tolkien's stuff met with a mixed reception but I liked it.
I thought he did well in Master and Commander, why don't they do another one of those?
It's just like Firefly, you like something and it gets discontinued before you even know about it.
Quote from: The Magic Pudding on May 17, 2012, 02:28:23 AM
I thought he did well in Master and Commander, why don't they do another one of those?
Russell's an Australian though, but I guess nobody is perfect.
His cousins, Jeff and Martin were fantastic cricketers, especially Martin.
Martin would have made some decent money in IPL if they had it in his day.
But Hadlee would have made the most out of the kiwis
Imagine, Hadlee, Khan, Lillee, Botham, Kapil Dev, all in the same IPL team.
I've been in Australia once on a business trip. Fascinating country, full of strange creatures. Never knew that Koala bears were so smelly.
Quote from: Tom62 on May 17, 2012, 04:25:06 AM
I've been in Australia once on a business trip. Fascinating country, full of strange creatures. Never knew that Koala bears were so smelly.
Yes, Australians have lots of things in common with their wildlife.
K bears sleep for 22 hours a day, but then again there ain't much else to do over there.
But since were on the topic of sleep, I must say, I don't feel I get enough these days.
I don't sleep enough either. Insomnia's why I'm online right now. I hate not being able to sleep. And when I finally fall asleep after a few hours of insomnia, I usually end up dreaming of things like zombies, which freak the hell out of me. Yet somehow I'm fascinated with zombie movies and tv shows like Shaun of the Dead to The Walking Dead. Fascinating how the zombie apocalypse taps into this visceral feeling of loneliness that lurks in many of us.
In the office we have to work on several zombie software projects. Sometimes I wish that a virus would kill these mistakes from the past once and for all.
Quote from: Tom62In the office we have to work on several zombie software projects. Sometimes I wish that a virus would kill these mistakes from the past once and for all.
Vaccines are really nothing but zombie viruses, when you come to think about it. I thought about something once, but it hurt my brain and I never tried again.
Quote from: OldGit on May 17, 2012, 10:17:25 AM
Vaccines are really nothing but zombie viruses, when you come to think about it. I thought about something once, but it hurt my brain and I never tried again.
You should try again, try to think again 'cause there's things to think about.
We all know the familiar zombie shambling gait and probably think it funny but perhaps a time will come when the zombie gait offers us increased mobility. I had a gate once but didn't use it so I haven't bothered to get a new gate. What's the use of that Golden Gate bridge, it doesn't seem to keep anything out and it isn't even gold.
Quote from: The Magic Pudding on May 17, 2012, 10:58:16 AM
Quote from: OldGit on May 17, 2012, 10:17:25 AM
Vaccines are really nothing but zombie viruses, when you come to think about it. I thought about something once, but it hurt my brain and I never tried again.
You should try again, try to think again 'cause there's things to think about.
We all know the familiar zombie shambling gait and probably think it funny but perhaps a time will come when the zombie gait offers us increased mobility. I had a gate once but didn't use it so I haven't bothered to get a new gate. What's the use of that Golden Gate bridge, it doesn't seem to keep anything out and it isn't even gold.
Ah, the Golden Gate! It brings me back to those heady days of free love and mind-altering velvet flared trousers. That endless summer when I wore a flower in my hair and in other strategic parts of my anatomy.
Quote from: En_Route on May 17, 2012, 04:14:39 PM
Ah, the Golden Gate! It brings me back to those heady days of free love and mind-altering velvet flared trousers. That endless summer when I wore a flower in my hair and in other strategic parts of my anatomy.
Wasn't that the time of permanent bad hair days and shitty Scott McKenzie music? Don't worry, I won't derail this thread to shampoos. "Other strategic parts of my body", I wonder what those could be?
Quote from: Tom62 on May 17, 2012, 04:43:33 PM
Quote from: En_Route on May 17, 2012, 04:14:39 PM
Ah, the Golden Gate! It brings me back to those heady days of free love and mind-altering velvet flared trousers. That endless summer when I wore a flower in my hair and in other strategic parts of my anatomy.
Wasn't that the time of permanent bad hair days and shitty Scott McKenzie music? Don't worry, I won't derail this thread to shampoos. "Other strategic parts of my body", I wonder what those could be?
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Obviously in his ears, that's the MOST strategic place to put them, always draws a crowd.
Speaking of crowds, I was in the middle of a HUGE one the other day, there was an impromptu circus act in the middle of the sidewalk downtown. One guy was juggling, one guy was dressed as a clown, one was making balloon animals, one was doing gymnastic stuff like backflips, and one was doing card tricks. Even the cops stopped to watch and clap for them. ;D
Quote from: Amicale on May 17, 2012, 04:52:38 PM
Quote from: Tom62 on May 17, 2012, 04:43:33 PM
Quote from: En_Route on May 17, 2012, 04:14:39 PM
Ah, the Golden Gate! It brings me back to those heady days of free love and mind-altering velvet flared trousers. That endless summer when I wore a flower in my hair and in other strategic parts of my anatomy.
Wasn't that the time of permanent bad hair days and shitty Scott McKenzie music? Don't worry, I won't derail this thread to shampoos. "Other strategic parts of my body", I wonder what those could be?
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Obviously in his ears, that's the MOST strategic place to put them, always draws a crowd.
Speaking of crowds, I was in the middle of a HUGE one the other day, there was an impromptu circus act in the middle of the sidewalk downtown. One guy was juggling, one guy was dressed as a clown, one was making balloon animals, one was doing gymnastic stuff like backflips, and one was doing card tricks. Even the cops stopped to watch and clap for them. ;D
There's a busker festival in Halifax every year that always has some pretty cool street performers. I always enjoy it. I like people who play music outdoors, as well. My husband and I had our honeymoon and PEI and every day there was a gentleman playing the sax near the Charlottetown Arts Centre. It was really lovely. I'm sure we gave him $20 over the course of the week.
Never trust a busker with a harp. When you turn your back they might catapault nasty projectiles at you with the long strings.
There is far too much slapstick terrorism going on in our beautiful cities.
Quote from: OldGit on May 17, 2012, 05:12:45 PM
catapault nasty projectiles
My wife warned me against doing this last night. She said she had a headache and wanted nothing to do with my projectile. I told her I had taken a little blue pill and was prepared to project for some time, but not over four hours.
Quote from: Ecurb Noselrub on May 17, 2012, 05:26:18 PM
Quote from: OldGit on May 17, 2012, 05:12:45 PM
catapault nasty projectiles
My wife warned me against doing this last night. She said she had a headache and wanted nothing to do with my projectile. I told her I had taken a little blue pill and was prepared to project for some time, but not over four hours.
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Little blue allergy pills like this one, right? ;)
Yeah, I can sympathize. Sometimes when I'm sick I can sneeze pretty hard and the sound projects all over the room! Speaking of which, I really need to stock up on more kleenex. Oh, and cream for coffee, we're nearly out.
So, is there a new user rising from our primordial hive mind, that talks to himself and has adhd or something? Someone should change all the avatars in this thread to the happy atheist distracto-fish.
"Avatar" oddly enough is the Inuit word denoting "He who has stolen my seal blubber and secreted it in a remote location". The possibilities for being misunderstood when conversing with an Eskimo are boundless, not that they are much given to social intercourse.
Quote from: En_Route on May 17, 2012, 10:40:37 PM
"Avatar" oddly enough is the Inuit word denoting "He who has stolen my seal blubber and secreted it in a remote location". The possibilities for being misunderstood when conversing with an Eskimo are boundless, not that they are much given to social intercourse.
Speaking of seals, I don't go clubbing much now that I am married with children.
Quote from: Stevil on May 17, 2012, 10:53:38 PM
Quote from: En_Route on May 17, 2012, 10:40:37 PM
"Avatar" oddly enough is the Inuit word denoting "He who has stolen my seal blubber and secreted it in a remote location". The possibilities for being misunderstood when conversing with an Eskimo are boundless, not that they are much given to social intercourse.
Speaking of seals, I don't go clubbing much now that I am married with children.
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Seals..marine mammals. I much prefer mammals but now I'm sitting here waiting for a message so I can get on with my work on marine and coastline-dwelling invertebrates.
Quote from: DeterminedJuliet on May 17, 2012, 10:58:35 PM
Quote from: Stevil on May 17, 2012, 10:53:38 PM
Quote from: En_Route on May 17, 2012, 10:40:37 PM
"Avatar" oddly enough is the Inuit word denoting "He who has stolen my seal blubber and secreted it in a remote location". The possibilities for being misunderstood when conversing with an Eskimo are boundless, not that they are much given to social intercourse.
Speaking of seals, I don't go clubbing much now that I am married with children.
I think I've posted this before, but...
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This wasn't a derail. Do I win something?
Mmmmm. I love massages. T and Husband got me a gift card for a massage for Mother's Day. I just hope they don't try anything New Agey on me. One of the more recent massages involved a spinning crystal. :-\
Quote from: Ali on May 17, 2012, 11:15:39 PM
Mmmmm. I love massages. T and Husband got me a gift card for a massage for Mother's Day. I just hope they don't try anything New Agey on me. One of the more recent massages involved a spinning crystal. :-\
Hahaha.
I don't like it when the masseuse is too chatty. I had one guy that whispered in my ear every 30 seconds. Like, 2 millimeters away from my face. It was freaky! I'd just start to relax when I'd feel "how does that feel?" breathed on me. It's awkward enough with the nudity and oil and strangers touching me all over, I don't need the sweet nothings! If there's something wrong, I'll tell you!
Quote from: DeterminedJuliet on May 18, 2012, 12:45:13 AM
Quote from: Ali on May 17, 2012, 11:15:39 PM
Mmmmm. I love massages. T and Husband got me a gift card for a massage for Mother's Day. I just hope they don't try anything New Agey on me. One of the more recent massages involved a spinning crystal. :-\
Hahaha.
I don't like it when the masseuse is too chatty. I had one guy that whispered in my ear every 30 seconds. Like, 2 millimeters away from my face. It was freaky! I'd just start to relax when I'd feel "how does that feel?" breathed on me. It's awkward enough with the nudity and oil and strangers touching me all over, I don't need the sweet nothings! If there's something wrong, I'll tell you!
Haha! Definitely distracting and a little creepy. So fairly early on in our marriage, husband and I had spent the week moving into our new house, and we were both achy, so in my infinite wisdom I arranged for a couples massage at a massage parlor that came recommended by someone at work. When we showed up, our masseuses were these two very large Eastern European men that were dressed like they were about to play some beach volleyball. Mine was missing a front tooth. The four of us were the only four people in the place. It felt totally sketch. Both of us were too awkward and polite to back out of the deal, so we disrobed and got our one and only ever couples massage. It was actually a really good massage from my point of view, because my dude had really strong hands. But it was hard to relax because I was fighting so hard not to laugh. At one point I looked over, and Husbands dude appeared to be rubbing Hubby's bare tummy. The look on Hubby's face was priceless; eyes squinched closed as tight as they would go. Priceless.
Quote from: DeterminedJuliet on May 18, 2012, 12:45:13 AM
Quote from: Ali on May 17, 2012, 11:15:39 PM
Mmmmm. I love massages. T and Husband got me a gift card for a massage for Mother's Day. I just hope they don't try anything New Agey on me. One of the more recent massages involved a spinning crystal. :-\
Hahaha.
I don't like it when the masseuse is too chatty. I had one guy that whispered in my ear every 30 seconds. Like, 2 millimeters away from my face. It was freaky! I'd just start to relax when I'd feel "how does that feel?" breathed on me. It's awkward enough with the nudity and oil and strangers touching me all over, I don't need the sweet nothings! If there's something wrong, I'll tell you!
Did he have a deep sultry Barry White voice?
He sounds dodgy, like he is fantasising, did you check to see if his popup toy had popped up?
Maybe you could respond "Meh, I've had better"
My wife made a fantastic carrot cake last week, for her coffee group (post anti-natal group), I got to eat the left overs, I think it was the best cake I have ever eaten.
Edit: Dang, too slow again.
Quote from: Stevil on May 18, 2012, 01:15:47 AM
cake
Speaking of cake, today is my grandson's birthday. His party is this Saturday, so I'm trying to get the pool ready for the kids to swim. It's in the 90's here, so summer has arrived in Central Texas.
Quote from: Ali on May 18, 2012, 01:12:23 AM
Quote from: DeterminedJuliet on May 18, 2012, 12:45:13 AM
Quote from: Ali on May 17, 2012, 11:15:39 PM
Mmmmm. I love massages. T and Husband got me a gift card for a massage for Mother's Day. I just hope they don't try anything New Agey on me. One of the more recent massages involved a spinning crystal. :-\
Hahaha.
I don't like it when the masseuse is too chatty. I had one guy that whispered in my ear every 30 seconds. Like, 2 millimeters away from my face. It was freaky! I'd just start to relax when I'd feel "how does that feel?" breathed on me. It's awkward enough with the nudity and oil and strangers touching me all over, I don't need the sweet nothings! If there's something wrong, I'll tell you!
Haha! Definitely distracting and a little creepy. So fairly early on in our marriage, husband and I had spent the week moving into our new house, and we were both achy, so in my infinite wisdom I arranged for a couples massage at a massage parlor that came recommended by someone at work. When we showed up, our masseuses were these two very large Eastern European men that were dressed like they were about to play some beach volleyball. Mine was missing a front tooth. The four of us were the only four people in the place. It felt totally sketch. Both of us were too awkward and polite to back out of the deal, so we disrobed and got our one and only ever couples massage. It was actually a really good massage from my point of view, because my dude had really strong hands. But it was hard to relax because I was fighting so hard not to laugh. At one point I looked over, and Husbands dude appeared to be rubbing Hubby's bare tummy. The look on Hubby's face was priceless; eyes squinched closed as tight as they would go. Priceless.
Hahahaha!
Quote from: DeterminedJuliet on May 18, 2012, 01:36:01 AM
Hahahaha!
Oh well may you laugh but I reply with a ha harrr, I know what you're doing.
Did you think such blatant undermining of the thread with single subject posts would go unchallenged?
Reminds me of those miners who feign ignorance when a house suddenly becomes all basement.
Quote from: The Magic Pudding on May 18, 2012, 03:08:49 AM
Quote from: DeterminedJuliet on May 18, 2012, 01:36:01 AM
Hahahaha!
Oh well may you laugh but I reply with a ha harrr, I know what you're doing.
Did you think such blatant undermining of the thread with single subject posts would go unchallenged?
Reminds me of those miners who feign ignorance when a house suddenly becomes all basement.
Basements. Mine is really cold tonight, and looking around it made me realize I need to do more spring cleaning. And put on some warm socks for bed.
I'm HUNGRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Goddammit!
Quote from: RenegeReversi on May 18, 2012, 04:36:05 AM
I'm HUNGRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Goddammit!
Ah ha! Socks are mentioned and you become hungry, you are the eater of socks, I've long suspected it.
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There's so many great characters in that book it's hard to choose, particularly between Death and Death's granddaughter.
My favourite fictional detective was death - Lord Peter Death Bredon Wimsey (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord_Peter_Wimsey). He always got very uptight when they hanged one of the murderers he caught.
I think that as a general rule, when you catch a murderer you must accept he's going to swing.
Quote from: OldGit on May 18, 2012, 10:41:31 AM
My favourite fictional detective was death - Lord Peter Death Bredon Wimsey (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord_Peter_Wimsey). He always got very uptight when they hanged one of the murderers he caught.
I think that as a general rule, when you catch a murderer you must accept he's going to swing.
I love swings. Always have. One of my earliest memories from perhaps the age of two is learning how to pump my legs on the swingset, to make myself go higher. ;D
I have no need to pump my legs: they're fat enough already. Unless I pumped some stuff out of them.
I find it a miracle that each person's legs are precisely matched to the gap between their arse and the ground. Don't tell me that just happened by random evolution.
Quote from: OldGit on May 18, 2012, 03:14:19 PM
random evolution.
Everyone knows that evolution is not random - it's guided by natural selection. That's what this thread is and always has been about. We have been guided by the invisible hand of natural selection to this very point.
Quote from: Ecurb Noselrub on May 18, 2012, 04:41:55 PM
Everyone knows that evolution is not random - it's guided by natural selection. That's what this thread is and always has been about. We have been guided by the invisible hand of natural selection to this very point.
It's rude to point. I prefer the little head jerk/grimace/eye brow raise. It's much more subtle to use your entire head to point someone out to your companions than to use a single finger.
Quote from: Amicale on May 18, 2012, 03:12:19 AM
Quote from: The Magic Pudding on May 18, 2012, 03:08:49 AM
Quote from: DeterminedJuliet on May 18, 2012, 01:36:01 AM
Hahahaha!
Oh well may you laugh but I reply with a ha harrr, I know what you're doing.
Did you think such blatant undermining of the thread with single subject posts would go unchallenged?
Reminds me of those miners who feign ignorance when a house suddenly becomes all basement.
Basements. Mine is really cold tonight, and looking around it made me realize I need to do more spring cleaning. And put on some warm socks for bed.
Forget the socks.I suggest you sleep with a Basque.A charming people who take excellent care of their teeth.
I had a bunch of baby teeth once. But they all fell out.
Quote from: Firebird on May 19, 2012, 05:11:42 PM
I had a bunch of baby teeth once. But they all fell out.
Once when I was a baby, I fell out of my baby buggy when my parents were taking me for a walk. I was all bundled up in a snowsuit and blankets and just went 'whump' right down onto a lawn, so I wasn't hurt. But a few metres down the road, my parents looked into the buggy, and realized I was missing. :D
I used to write a lot of buggy code, but it didn't matter because it never ran for more than 4 seconds before crashing. When it comes to finding a scapegoat, always pick the computer.
Scapegoat! I thought this was supposed to be the Happy Atheist forum. From wikipedia:
In the Bible, the scapegoat was a goat that was designated (Hebrew לַעֲזָאזֵֽל ) la-aza'zeyl to be outcast in the desert as part of the ceremonies of the Day of Atonement, that began during the Exodus with the original Tabernacle and continued through the times of the temples in Jerusalem.
That poor goat doesn't sound either atheist or happy. Now a nanny goat, thats a goat of a different color. Probably a 680 nm wavelength, give or take a few angstroms.
Quote from: technolud on May 20, 2012, 01:04:38 AM
Scapegoat! I thought this was supposed to be the Happy Atheist forum. From wikipedia:
In the Bible, the scapegoat was a goat that was designated (Hebrew לַעֲזָאזֵֽל ) la-aza'zeyl to be outcast in the desert as part of the ceremonies of the Day of Atonement, that began during the Exodus with the original Tabernacle and continued through the times of the temples in Jerusalem.
That poor goat doesn't sound either atheist or happy. Now a nanny goat, thats a goat of a different color. Probably a 680 nm wavelength, give or take a few angstroms.
Speaking of goats.....mmm, goat cheese! It's definitely better than cream cheese-I love to spread it on pitas with a drizzle of honey and some Granny Smith apple slices, and than I toast it in the oven. I used to buy goat cheese that already had honey in it at Trader Joe's, but there are no Trader Joe's where I live and that makes me sad because all the nummy stuff I like to eat tends to live there. They're putting a bunch of TJ's in Texas, though, so maybe one day soon the goat cheese with honey will once again be mine to nom on....
Quote from: philosoraptor on May 20, 2012, 01:13:35 AMThey're putting a bunch of TJ's in Texas, though, so maybe one day soon the goat cheese with honey will once again be mine to nom on....
Ah yes but that sounds silly, it would be much more practical if they spread the stores out instead of bunching them up.
At least buses have an excuse.
QuoteIn public transport bus bunching, clumping, or platooning (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bus_bunching) refers to a group of two or more transit vehicles along the same route, such as buses or trains, which are scheduled to be evenly spaced, running in the same location at the same time. This occurs when at least one of the vehicles is unable to keep to its schedule and therefore ends up in the same location as one or more other vehicles of the same route at the same time. The end result can be longer wait times for some passengers on routes that have shorter scheduled intervals.
Quote from: The Magic Pudding on May 20, 2012, 07:03:12 AM
Quote from: philosoraptor on May 20, 2012, 01:13:35 AMThey're putting a bunch of TJ's in Texas, though, so maybe one day soon the goat cheese with honey will once again be mine to nom on....
Ah yes but that sounds silly, it would be much more practical if they spread the stores out instead of bunching them up.
At least buses have an excuse.
QuoteIn public transport bus bunching, clumping, or platooning (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bus_bunching) refers to a group of two or more transit vehicles along the same route, such as buses or trains, which are scheduled to be evenly spaced, running in the same location at the same time. This occurs when at least one of the vehicles is unable to keep to its schedule and therefore ends up in the same location as one or more other vehicles of the same route at the same time. The end result can be longer wait times for some passengers on routes that have shorter scheduled intervals.
Yes, buses are sorely lacking in social confidence and rarely foray out alone. They blush easily as can be seen by their customarily red complexions.
Quote from: En_Route on May 20, 2012, 01:21:07 PM
They blush easily as can be seen by their customarily red complexions.
Red is such a difficult color to wear -- I've tried for years to find a shade of red that won't make me look washed out but it's just not happening.
Quote from: BooksCatsEtc on May 20, 2012, 07:00:42 PM
Quote from: En_Route on May 20, 2012, 01:21:07 PM
They blush easily as can be seen by their customarily red complexions.
Red is such a difficult color to wear -- I've tried for years to find a shade of red that won't make me look washed out but it's just not happening.
Try pink; it is reputed to make the boys wink.But I suspect that prescription is more to do with rhyme than reason and I am not aware of any empirical investigation which would substantiate the aphrodisiac properties of said hue. I have found though that carrying an oyster on my person does make a great impression with the ladies. Not necessarily a favourable one.
I'm so sick of seing that Susan G. K
Quote from: philosoraptor on May 20, 2012, 08:20:56 PM
Susan G. K
And what's with this "race for the cure" on Susan G. K.? Aren't all races for cures? Is this a racist organization?
The Cure will be headlining a series of major European music festivals this summer. Anyone going?
Well that's horseshit. The Cure is one of the few bands left on my bucket list that I haven't yet seen, and I don't live in Europe. This current political climate though is enough to make me want to jump ship to Europe. Somewhere with free health care and better food would be ideal.
Quote from: philosoraptor on May 21, 2012, 02:45:18 AM
Well that's horseshit. The Cure is one of the few bands left on my bucket list that I haven't yet seen, and I don't live in Europe. This current political climate though is enough to make me want to jump ship to Europe. Somewhere with free health care and better food would be ideal.
The Disease is worse than The Cure. I know that as a fact, being the lead singer and electronic banjo artiste with the little-lamented
arthouse-indie-cajun blues ensemble "The Disease". We were terrible.We were so bad we had to pay girls to be our groupies.