A watched pot never boils.

'Tis true - I pop in - read - read some more - post - poooof!~ A couple of hours gone. It is weird. And I never read as much as I want to...

Hmmm. Are we too philosophize or debate? I'll philosobate until I reincarnate, mate.

I think me tea water is boiling over, bbl

what's it boiling over? did you make it angry?

yeah I am out of Assam tea and making Liptons. mekes me boil over as well. (now where in the hell can i find some Assam tea in Denver?)

I watch my pot very closely, my friends and neighbors cannot be trusted to keep their hands off . . . oh . . . you prolly meant teapot, huh?

Set, we of the most hipness no longer use the term "pot" and refer to your condition as "brewers droop"

I ain't hip, that's for sure . . . i've been told often enough to believe it . . . i'm still gonna keep an eagle eye on my pot, ganga, reefer, boo, dope--whatever you wanna call it, you ain'ta gonna git it . . . i'd be especially vigilant effen i saw someone comin' who looks like you, otherwise dear friend . . .

But if you climb a really tall mountain, it'll boil faster.

I climbed a really tall mountain once. Tallest in the lower 48. And there was no wood up here. Couldn't boil any water at all.

As a bit of a left turn here there is an experiment that has been done using particles called Long-lived Kaons that demonstrate the 'watched pot never boils' thing.

The particles are all energised by a laser to their second highest energy state. A short time after the laser is switched off they either lose the energy and drop down to their ground state or actually decay into other particles. The weird thing is that if you use another laser to observe them by pulsing it at a level that isn't enough to push them up to the next energy level then they maintain their excited state and also do not decay !!
If you don't use the obervation laser then they all decay.

Bizarre huh ?
There are a great many details I'm skipping here but that's the essence of it.

As in poker---there is always someone better and smarter.

thank the Lord that kettles boil faster than paint dries or grass grows.

I think the worst one is when you go to the supermarket, and you get into the line with the slowest cashier on the whole planet.

c.i., Since you live in California, why do you come to Manhattan for your shopping?

Isn't the greatest invention that sorta holding corral thingy that means you can be served by the next available cashier/ticket seller/etc, instead of always being in the longest line?

I guess you would need a 3 dimensional one of them to work in supermarkets, cos of the trolleys, and how they fill all space with stuff to buy...

or maybe we should just deign to wait in line. would the time spent waiting be spent curing some awful, species threatening malady (say, genital warts) if recouped from queueing? or is it just a little more time that could have been dedicated to demassing the lower nostril in the illusory privacy of your car in the parking lot?

no, dlowan, I wanna be in Stella's line cos we talk about our doggies... Or Mike's line, cos he lets me write my check for more than the groceries... I HATE those corral thingies, being fed out to whoever's up next...