The Neverending "Conversation About Everything" Chain

Problem: Hamburger told an interesting story, but he failed to limit it to two sentences. Evenso, as someone who hates needles, his story did spur me to think that in the same situation, I may have had to refuse to drop 'em for the nurse, forego the needle and suffer through the seasickness.

Seasickness affects lots of people, it happens when the body, inner ear, and eyes all send different signals to the brain, resulting in confusion and queasiness. To avoid seasickness, don't drink any alcohol, eat fatty and spicy foods the night before sailing, and above all get a good night's sleep.

Sleep is one of my favorite 'places' to go. To me, it's a world away - a place without boundaries.

Boundaries have been smashed to all parts of the ground in the England captain's innings of 136 not out in Barbados. One of them, a towering six, lodged in the gutter of a grandstand and they had to replace it from a selection of used balls.

Balls are fun to play with. One of my favorite things to do, if I have a ball and no one to throw it to, is throw it into the air as high above my head as I can and count how many times I can clap my hands before catching it.

It's a powerful thing to be able to be happy and active in your own company. How can you really enjoy the company of others if you're not comfortable in your own?

Own up spikie that when it comes to wit your not in Rebecca's league. Which doesn't mean you couldn't be if you stick at it.

It's not a competition, spendy. I just thought I was playing a fun game.

Game? Yes, and I really liked the point spikepipsqueak made about being happy in one's own company in answer to my post, because she hit the nail on the head, and in fact it was an aspect of what I said that I had never thought about.

*Just ignore him (not literally )- he's amusing sometimes but after all he is a guy - and to most of them LIFE is a competition and I've noticed with Spendius, he views almost any activity you can think of as a series of matches of one sort or another.
I enjoy your writing (as I've told you before on original writing- how you write, what you write about) and I hope you continue to PLAY, yes....PLAY this game.

The word is ABOUT.

About to say don't generalise on men dear Aidan, we're all different. Life is no competition to me but a series of enjoying my achievements after a productive life span of working.

Working all the time on not generalising Dutchy. But Spikepipsqueak's response to Spendius reminded me of my son when he was little and playing with a little girl to whom he'd say, 'I can run faster than you-'I can hit the ball further than you-I can swing higher than you,' and when the little girl finally said, 'everything is not a contest Joseph,' he responded simply, 'Yes it is...'

Is there really anything wrong with a little joyfull competition? Spendi is only trying to provoke you ladies a little, can't you see that?

That is obvious; and competition CAN be really fun. Let's arm wrestle!

Wrestle with a lady would be fun. Not sure if it would remain an arm wrestle though!

Though I did agree with spikie's comments too I was only giving her a little friendly poke in the ribs. Ladies do get a bit complacent and readily settle into comforting routines and they forget that evolution made us men competitive so they can choose their mates in the interest of the species and of forcing us to try harder.

'Harder than a rock' is how people describe the head of someone who is 'hard headed' or stubborn. I haven't used the word 'stubborn' in a long time ; I like the way it sounds.

Sounds to me spendi knows the art of stirring women into action. He could be called a stubborn Englishman with a heart of gold.

Gold is what he struck with his "poke in the ribs". I recognised it as such, hold no grudges, and am a little surprised at the small furore I created by poking back.

Back and forth - a poke here, a dig there, a small furore (or several) are what makes it fun (in my opinion). ' Surprise' (to me) is usually more interesting than 'predictable'.

Predictable behaviour is the cement that holds society together. If women weren't so predictable we men would have to perform some ridiculous actions, even demeaning ones, to hold their attention for very long and as today's unpredictables are tomorrow's boredom the exigencies of this dynamic would lead us, in fairly short order too, into realms of unpredictabilty which would make predictabilty look like our best bet for a life of equanimity and stress free gentility.