Well I'll try sipping too, even though I do tend to slurp, more's the pity.
Found some writing about the etruscans... in A Traveller's History of Italy by Valerio Lintner...
"The middle class consisted of a series of closely-knit families in which, interestingly enough, women enjoyed a high status and played a key role; descent, for example, was often on the mother's side."
Sip, sip..
Centurion! Please take away these ladies' reading torches and escort them to the dance floor!
Hoft, the Centurion has a friend!
"Why thankyou, i'd luv to dance"...
<damned sheet...>
I knew i shoulda worn the Martha Stewart collection! I swear, when I see that Pierre...
Yikes, Osso. I'll have to take back my rude "F**king Etruscans." Although they might not want to be disturbed now that they are, well, f**king...
GOT to stop slurping!!!
Quote:Derrida? Well, there's an adventure for you. I'd recommend you consider him with the same sort of attitude one might demonstrate towards that odd uncle who insists you sit on his lap and bounce up and down. Move away from the uncle and go straight to "Sokal's Hoax".
I don't know, Bernie dear........I always liked those uncles......I thought it felt very interesting................
And yes, george.........I haven't quite had the time to learn everything, not just yet anyway. And put that cigar back in it's holster.........no more wine for you tonight.
Or for Diane or Osso either.........or for me.............
Say good night Gracie...........
Dancing! That's as bad as lipstick. Growing up as Mennonites, we weren't permitted to dance or wear makeup. Actually, we weren't allowed to grow pubic hair until 15.
And a sleeveless blouse...........disgraceful!
No patent leather shoes...
georgeob1 wrote:dyslexia wrote:someone's in the kitchen with eva frosting glasses.
No. Someone with glasses is in the kitchen frosting Eva.
Actually, the tool belt guy in the kitchen was frosting my glasses.
Oops, did I miss the party?
Diane dear, here's that lovely Etruscan brooch you were looking for. I found it by accident on the kitchen floor. Please be more careful where you leave it from now on. It left bruises all over me.
Amarone, you say? Just the thing! Joe, get up off that yoga mat and join me. We need to talk Bernie into giving us another Art History lecture. I would dearly love to hear how he would explain some of those Pompeiian frescos I saw last month.
Ah, that explains what happened to Stradee's Centurion, who hasn't reported back to his post yet - thanks, Eva, and welcome to the toga party Stradee!
Waddya know, a tool belt guy with glasses.
I believe you Eva.
You have such a glow!
Lola wrote:
And yes, george.........I haven't quite had the time to learn everything, not just yet anyway. But Blatham will see to that, I'm sure.
That figures.
Quote:And put that cigar back in it's holster.........no more wine for you tonight.
That's not a holster: it's a tool belt dummy.
Hi Hoft! Where have you been!?? I've been searching for you all evening after Centurian and i parted company after the most horrendous ride on that damned Chariot!
Ok, the evening started out well enough, when Ajax begins acting his namesake! Sheets to the wind, <i know, sounds very romantic< however at 10 thousand feet, there's no air and i was freezing!
He did present me with the most lovely bauble though - a pearl ring surrounded by diamonds, set in gold. A lovely trinket, however i would have been just as happy with a faux fur coat and slippers!
Stradee - curiouser and curiouser. How many centurions did Lola employ for the party - we'll have to wait till she comes back and tells us, but so far we're missing 2, yours with the diamond ring and Eva's with the glasses.
Could the Latin scholars here confirm if "centurion" is Roman argot for "tool-belt guy" - I know "ceinture" is French for belt - that would explain a great deal <G>
Hi Stradee and welcome, it's old home week here, isn't this fun?
george......that's some tool belt....laughing.... ok ok, so put that cigar back in it's tool belt. It's dangerous to be waving a thing like that around, a person could get hurt.
Are you wearing glasses, george?
Eva.......your frosted glasses are lovely...........the brooch is just the thing this year......and red. How do you like my red toga? ..... Diane? Is your belly button sparkling? And Stradee and HofT........my my, diamond studded stockings......osso........you didn't! Did someone put something in my tea?
Ok, everyone sit down for another art history lesson...........Wassau?........ So you're waving yours about as well, are you?........you men........you can't resist the competition thing. No, Blatham, I do NOT have a tape measure! Wassau, don't you dare take that ruler off your belt.......You guys behave........oh no, now here comes dys. No, there's no contest here tonight........just a history lesson. Joe, you stop that as well.......this is just too much! Timber? has anyone seen Timber? He must be hiding out.
<tapping foot impatiently>
We're waaaaaaaaaaaaaaiting for our history les-son.
Quote:Could the Latin scholars here confirm if "centurion" is Roman argot for "tool-belt guy"
Laughing.........
Yes, centurion must signify a tool belt........
Don't worry, we'll figure this out yet.
Oh my god! Eva's hair is moving!!! WHAT was in that tea and take the wine away and stop me from drinking anymore no matter how I whine and cajole.
Can anyone else see her hair moving???? It's beautiful, blowing in the wind, but where the hell did the wind come from???
Not sure about 'centurion' though am familiar with 'argot', which, when processed and injected into a sugar cube or piece of blotter paper will allow one to revisit prior existences and thus determine the etymological question posed immediately preceding.
