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30 Jul 03
Originally posted by PhlabibitPerhaps it is just a very simple joke. For example, I might say:
I've searched the first 2 pages and the last page trying to figure out what your post is an answer to...
Hhhhhhhhhhuhhhhhhhh?!?
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😲
"A baby seal walks into a club."
and some people might think I haven't finished the joke yet.
😉😀
30 Jul 03
Originally posted by royalchickenOh yea! Well take this... (poetry-r-us)
While I'm no baseball conniseur,
I know: if it's Sox 6 to 4,
They all deserve 'grats,
And on their backs pats,
And I will kow-tow on the floor.
(not my best limerickian effort...I don't really follow baseball...)
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten chess moves --
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'T is some visitor, " I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--
Only this and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow -- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow -- sorrow for the lost Move--
For the rare and brilliant move whom the angels name 'Ah Crap'--
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me -- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before:
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating.
" 'T is some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door--
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door--
That it is and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger: hesitating then no longer,
"Sir, " said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore:
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"-- here I opened wide the door--
'move button' there and nothing more.
Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there wondering fearing.
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before:
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Mate?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word "No Mate!"--
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore--
'T is the wind an nothing more! Damned Beans."
Open here i flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just a bove my chamber door--
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Bad Move Dude."
Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning -- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door--
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Bad Move Dude?"
But the Raven sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpoor.
Nothing further then he uttered, not a feather then he fluttered--
Till I scarcely more then muttered, "Other friends have flown before --
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Bad, Bad Move."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utteres is it only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore --
Till the dirges of his Hope the melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never - Mate Dude.'"
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door,
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore--
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking, "Yup. Mate Dude."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er
But whose velvet-violet lining with lamp-light gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, 'Move', nevermore!
Then methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God has lent thee -- by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite -- respite the nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh, quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Gunna Move, Er What, Dude."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! -- prophet still, if bird of devil!
Whether Tempter sent, or whatever tempest tossed thee ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted --
On this home by Horror haunted -- tell me truly, I implore --
Is there -- is there balm in Gilead? -- tell me -- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Just Move."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! -- prophet still, if bird of devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us -- by that God we both adore--
Tell his soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Check Mate --
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Heck Mate."
Quoth the Raven, "Yer' On the clock."
"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting --
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Quoth the Raven, "Jeez... It's only a game."
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor,
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted -- Rematch!
31 Jul 03
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Originally posted by StarValleyWyHehe... I like 😛. 'tis even better than my parody of "White Man's Burden" 😀!
Oh yea! Well take this... (poetry-r-us)
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten chess moves --
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, ...[text shortened]... that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted -- Rematch!
(Actually, Mike, my parody of WMB may be a bit before your time...never thought you'd here that delectable cliche from a 15.76-year-old.)
31 Jul 03
Originally posted by royalchickenTHE PAWNSTAR'S BURDEN
Hehe... I like 😛. 'tis even better than my parody of "White Man's Burden" 😀!
(Actually, Mike, my parody of WMB may be a bit before your time...never thought you'd here that delectable cliche from a 15.76-year-old.)
Take up the pawnstar's burden-
Commit a mighty deed,
Go bind yourselves to Red Hot Ted,
or serve King Vaknso's need.
To lay heavy handed lecture,
on newbies newly seen,
those barbarian bad spellers
who number nine-eighteen.
Mark... as always... loquatious and well done... :'( i did read it way back when.
By the way... your analysis of "incremental" eventism in conjuction with said discussion... Consider...
"It's as though someone had a holographic projector and that someone threw the switch. Instantly there was 'Inflation' of the universe... movement and time. Action from non-action."... very famous quote from me. <snicker>😕
31 Jul 03
Originally posted by StarValleyWyThanks. I rather like that quote as well......but what was the earlier discussion? My attempts at pedagogy for 10-year-olds?
THE PAWNSTAR'S BURDEN
Take up the pawnstar's burden-
Commit a mighty deed,
Go bind yourselves to Red Hot Ted,
or serve King Vaknso's need.
To lay heavy handed lecture,
on newbies newly seen,
those barbarian bad spellers
who number nine-eighteen.
Mark... as always... loquatious and well done... :'( i did read it way back when.
...[text shortened]... iverse... movement and time. Action from non-action."... very famous quote from me. <snicker>😕
31 Jul 03
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Originally posted by royalchickenSay What? and Bless me son! Shucks... cain't talk about words i don't grock... As you know... "earlier" is quite relative. Say what? < hides behind ignorance and is blissfully happy to have put forth such deep, hidden meanings, much akin to "Being There"... > Chauncey, the gardener... great movie...
Thanks. I rather like that quote as well......but what was the earlier discussion? My attempts at pedagogy for 10-year-olds?
Chauncey would have said... "15.7611222 ... this too has to be reasoned. What does it seem to be? Is it or is it the same for you as for me?"... < I love Chauncey!>
31 Jul 03
Originally posted by StarValleyWyI saw "Chauncey Gardener" w/ my granparents when I was very young (3 maybe) and loved it just because it was so laid-back.
Say What? and Bless me son! Shucks... cain't talk about words i don't grock... As you know... "earlier" is quite relative. Say what? < hides behind ignorance and is blissfully happy to have put forth such deep, hidden meanings, much akin to "Being There"... > Chauncey, the gardener... great movie...
Chauncey would have said... "15.7611222 ... ...[text shortened]... ed. What does it seem to be? Is it or is it the same for you as for me?"... < I love Chauncey!>
By 'pedagogy for 10 year olds", I meant my letter to the student that you so kindly read for me.
31 Jul 03
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Originally posted by royalchicken"Ah, so... grasshopper... this i grock". How did that turn out, by the way? Any feedback? I'll bet you did good.
I saw "Chauncey Gardener" w/ my granparents when I was very young (3 maybe) and loved it just because it was so laid-back.
By 'pedagogy for 10 year olds", I meant my letter to the student that you so kindly read for me.
Geez! You understood the undercurrents and depth .. or lack... of chauncey at age 3... hell ... you could have stolen a tractor if you had wanted to!
31 Jul 03
Originally posted by StarValleyWyErm, the kid in question was apparently very interested, but I received no reply. Was not expecting one.
"Ah, so... grasshopper... this i grock". How did that turn out, by the way? Any feedback? I'll bet you did good.
Geez! You understood the undercurrents and depth .. or lack... of chauncey at age 3... hell ... you could have stolen a tractor if you had wanted to!
I still don't think I understand Chauncey, but I'm going to rent him tomorrow (uh...should rephrase) and give him my best shot 😛.
31 Jul 03
Originally posted by royalchickenChauncie would say... 'Seeing this is almost the same as ... looking at it ? '
Erm, the kid in question was apparently very interested, but I received no reply. Was not expecting one.
I still don't think I understand Chauncey, but I'm going to rent him tomorrow (uh...should rephrase) and give him my best shot 😛.