cjhsa wrote:CalamityJane wrote:Now here is a depressing thought if there ever was one.
Then just go to the grocery store and stuff your fat face with crap other people killed and cooked for you.
Watch it, before I give you a true reason to be depressed!
Oh, I just thought of 2 of the all time tear inducing movies for me.
Dumbo.....the scene where Dumbo and his mom are touching trunk tips through the bars of her cage. The song Baby Mine is playing.
oh....dear.....god.....
And, the entire film Bambi.
I cry at Thumper, I cry at Flower the Skunk, I cry at Thumpers girlfriend, I cry when the lake is frozen over and everyone's sliding around and having fun.
Notice I haven't even got to any scenes with Bambi in it.
I'm a wreck the entire movie.
Ok everybody, let's all have a good cry...
Baby Mine
CalamityJane wrote:cjhsa wrote:CalamityJane wrote:Now here is a depressing thought if there ever was one.
Then just go to the grocery store and stuff your fat face with crap other people killed and cooked for you.
Watch it, before I give you a true reason to be depressed!
Like what? You're inviting your relatives to immigrate?
"...The sections on Hemingway's wartime exploits, both in Cuba as a volunteer U-boat hunter and in Europe as a correspondent, are fascinating. But even in these moments--hell, even when he won the Pulitzer and the Nobel--Hemingway was subject to what he called "black ass" bouts of depression, an inherited condition that (as Reynolds notes) wasn't helped by his drinking or his tendency to put himself into dangerous situations in which he could suffer yet another severe concussion. Reynolds has traced the great writer's psychological decline so thoroughly that, when Hemingway puts the shotgun in his mouth in the final chapter, it is not as if the expected conclusion has finally arrived; rather, the reader has been made to feel an even deeper sense of the inevitability of the act." (From a review of a biography of Hemingway.)
I first heard this expression maybe forty years ago, when I was reading lots of Hemingway. That was before I decided he wasn't really all that great a writer.
The expression stuck with me, for some reason, and then I heard it referred to by someone else who struggled with deep depression and who said he understood what Hemingway meant because his worst times were like the darkest blackest time of night just before dawn, without a glimmer of light or hope.
snood wrote:cjhsa wrote:snood wrote:give it to your woman. she doubtless needs it.
I provide for her better than you ever could. Keep the whole box, I can afford it.
good. buy a clue.
Why, you need another one?
snood wrote:You were what?!?
My husband says that too, if he's in a blue funk.
What's wrong Wally?
Ahhhh....I just got the black ass.
You need to buy more toilet paper.
cjhsa wrote:snood wrote:cjhsa wrote:snood wrote:give it to your woman. she doubtless needs it.
I provide for her better than you ever could. Keep the whole box, I can afford it.
good. buy a clue.
Why, you need another one?
Dude, you win. There's no way I can keep coming back from the devastating blows you're dealing with that sabre-like wit.
I got all the quarters you need snoodly.
cjhsa wrote:I got all the quarters you need snoodly.
There it is again!! Another effortless gem of pugnacious prose!!
I salute your consummate wordsmithing.
Oh stop, stop! It's not fair one person should be so talented!!
"Don't pull a muscle." Oh, the hilarity! May I quote you??!!!
SNOOD! CJHSA!
DON'T MAKE ME COME DOWN THERE!
PLAY NICE!
Green Witch wrote:SNOOD! CJHSA!
DON'T MAKE ME COME DOWN THERE!
PLAY NICE!
He's already subdued. He just doesn't realize it yet.
cjhsa wrote:Green Witch wrote:SNOOD! CJHSA!
DON'T MAKE ME COME DOWN THERE!
PLAY NICE!
He's already subdued. He just doesn't realize it yet.
...and I can't even begin to name the things you don't realize.
Hey Green Witch! Just for you - I'll let this knuckledragging goon have the last word. Peace.
