I maybe just an old longshoreman working in the Albuquerque docks, but I know a good tune when I see one! I have never been accused of being ‘lively’ and I bitterly resent it.
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Alabama - Dixieland Delight’
You are most généreuses.
Quote Missy:
“
You know what they say about men that use big words....”
…Is it: Big words = (Insert adjectives and adverbs) big pecker?
Am I right or am I riiiiiight? You know what they say: ‘Try to eliminate as many adverbs as you can, especially ones that modify whole sentences.
Overuse of adverbs lends a gee-whiz quality to the prose. Here's a list of some adjectives and adverbs that are used so often by me that their meaning has been diluted:
• totally
• basically
• actually
• extremely
• really
• incredibly, incredible
• awesome
• amazing
• ridiculous
• simplistic
• very
• quite
• unique.
You wanna get it on?
Quote Missy, “
I have a headache…”
Headaches are all the rage just now. It boasts new journals of its very own, from which learned articles overflow. Neuropsychologists snap its picture (in colour) with fMRI machines, and probe with needles for its seat in the brain. At all seasons, and on many continents, interdisciplinary conferences about consciousness draw together bizarre motleys that include philosophers, psychologists, phenomenologists, brain scientists, MDs, computer scientists, the Dalai Lama, novelists, neurologists, graphic artists, priests, gurus and (always) people who used to do physics.
Institutes of consciousness studies are bountifully subsidised. Meticulous distinctions are drawn between the merely conscious and the consciously available; and between each of these and the preconscious, the unconscious, the subconscious, the informationally encapsulated and the introspectable. There is no end of consciousness gossip on Tuesdays in the science section of the New York Times.
Periodically, Nobel laureates pronounce on the connections between consciousness and evolution, quantum mechanics, information theory, complexity theory, chaos theory and the activity of neural nets. Everybody gives lectures about consciousness to everybody else.
But for all that, nothing has been ascertained with respect to the problem that everybody worries about most: what philosophers have come to call ‘the hard problem’. The hard problem is this: it is widely supposed that the world is made entirely of mere matter, but how could mere matter be conscious? How, in particular, could a couple of pounds of grey tissue have experiences?
In alphabetic order:
Annis, I do so hope you are having a real good time, enjoy every moment.
Bazza, I always had you pegged as a Cockney pearly king gangster; how disappointing to note that you are a cultured gent with a love of nature and an appreciation for music. Still, if you see Ronald and Reginald give them my best…I haven’t seen them since the Italian job!
Brooke, stop working so hard, go mad and get out and enjoy yourself.
Dutchy, may you also have a happy time; just don’t forget your afternoon nap!
FQ, good to note you had a good family vacation, hope you have made a full recovery.
Izzie, another year, another adventure, another chapter in life. I will be beside myself with grief if I don’t get to meet you this trip. However, if you see an old hobo in Chicago, do stop and say hi.
Ver Bay, I hope all is going well with you two, and in an effort to satisfy your curiosity, I publish (for the first time) my passport photograph at the end of this discourse (so as not to frighten the children).
I did however get a shot of the elephant that drank the pool dry that Brooke was skinny dippin in…
Q: How do you shoot a blue elephant?
A: With a blue elephant gun.
Q: How do you shoot a yellow elephant?
A: Have you ever seen a yellow elephant?
Q: How do you shoot a red elephant?
A: Hold his trunk shut until he turns blue, and then shoot him with the blue elephant gun.
And:
Q: How do you shoot a purple elephant?
A: Paint him red, hold his trunk shut until he turns blue, and then shoot him with the blue elephant gun.
NOTE: No elephants were hurt in the composition of these lame jokes.
BTW: When I say ‘Village’ I am talking about Greenwich Village NYC.
Wandel; is it true the J.W. stands for Jemima Puddle-Duck? …No seriously, I would walk across the street to greet you; I would cross the city to meet your family and cross the state to meet your lovely wife. However, where is Kep when you need him?
Try all smartened up to impress the girls…
Oh well, the sun is setting and it’s time for me to fly and get a bite to drink!
Do love to see you pop in every once in a while!
? I think I had one once - somebody's shitkickers nailed my shin - it dug in pretty good. left a scar it did.
" I have been such a div with it " no wonder all my shots are so blurred " errrrrrrrrrrrr... try using the focus!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Doh!
Hope all is good with you guys and wee DJ. Thanku, having a good time here and ... weird... the US feels like home " not like being home " but, it’s a part of our life - I’ve done this 3 years in a row and..... dunno " not sure we will be doing it next year " but these next couple weeks we are really gonna make count. We’re very lucky to have folk to stay with here and have people care for us " it’s a great feeling. 
