The Neverending "Conversation About Everything" Chain

Hand me my camera and I'll take your picture. Say, 'Cheese!'

*Duthcy you skipped Spikepipsqueak's somehow...it's been there a while- and I've been thinking about it - so I'm doing that instead of yours . No offense

*Now I'm doing yours, but I think you meant then instead of than so I'll then do 'then'.

Then the baby bear tried the porridge in the smallest bowl and said, 'This is just right.' And he ate it all up.

No offence Aidan, I must have been in dreamland.

Cheese is one of my favourite foods. Give me a double cheese sandwich any time.

Up until quite recently I have been of the settled opinion that afficionadoes of the Trivia threads were a bunch of demented screwballs who had been deprived of their wits in some regrettable accident in their youth such as being hit on the temple at silly mid-on by a cricket ball destined to next bounce in the far meadow, which serves as a sort of hinterland between the school and that of the girls, as a consequence of a slow long hop delivered by a physics master who fancies himself as a wily spin bowler in the style of both Ramadin and Valentine whose close catchers were not permitted to wear protective headgear, and I put my rather jaundiced view of my colleagues on here down to my associating on the evolution threads with some really, really serious critical thinkers and analysers of logic, reason and rationality which are fuculties which we poor disadvantaged souls can only stand in astonished admiration of. However, I have recently had reason to revise my opinion as I have been gradually led to realise that critical thinking and the scrupulous analysing of logic, reason and rationalty, and I plead guilty to having toyed with those important matters from time to time, are not all they are cracked up to be and thus that the Trivia threads are a delightful oasis within a desert which stretches as far as the eye can see and upon which the sun beats down unrelentingly despite it being populated by a bunch of demented screwballs who had been....(see further up)

So is the word 'been' or 'up'? I'm choosing been first:


Been thinking, have you Spendius, that the reasoning and writing skills of your cronies on the evolution threads are not all that you had them cracked up to be in your mind, so as a result, your less than stellar original opinion of your cronies on the trivia threads has risen, but not as a result of their own efforts, apparently- moreso because the efforts of the people on the evolution thread have been disappointing and thus when a comparison is made at this point, the trivia brigade seems to have gained in acumen against the evolutionists, but only because the evolutionists now seem somewhat laggard, and easier to match.
Whatever - the oasis is a nice comparison.

or:

Up the lane and around the bend from where I live is one of England's original 'asylums' where the care of the mentally ill was practiced in the 17th century by a man named John Westover who used methods of treatment considered very advanced for the times. It's a private residence now and is called Porch House.

Porch House is easy to find with a little clicking. Hence all one need do is follow the map, go down the lane past the bend and there is Becksie's front door with the roses around it and the Welcome mat on the vestibule floor.

Floor me by showing up at my front door someday.
We could crack open a bottle of wine (or ale) and I'd take out my kitchen timer and we could play dueling acronyms.

(I'd give you my address right here, but then anyone could show up at my front door and how would I know if it was or wasn't you? Of course you could always give me the name of your pub and then when I'd walk in any one of your buddies could pretend to be you - that'd be good for a laugh or two, wouldn't it?)
But isn't that pretty interesting about Porch House? I live in a very historic village you know.

the word is 'acronyms'

Acronyms are the forte of Aidan, Spendius and a few other well learned people. Being a trivial man, I throw my two bobs worth in occasionally.

Occasionally you come up trumps Dutch and it's usually well worth the wait and Becksie's a good sport too. Have you noticed the witless Darwinians pitifully trying to infiltrate our corner.

Corner block owners get it in the neck if the roads are not yet paved. When the road making machinery comes through, they get to pay double.

Double or nothing refers to the outcome of a bet. Having a flutter myself occasionally, I have upped the ante and you guessed it, lost.

Lost paradise, a notion dear to me. Why so, I cannot tell.

Tell me- do you actually believe in paradise? Is the notion of paradise reasonable or rational?

Rational thought doesn't always get us where we want. People actively want to believe in heaven.

Heaven help me, I've traded my innocence for the secrets of the night. What a lovely piece of revelation.

Revelation is all very well in principle but I've seen some sights I can tell you. It's odd really how aesthetic taste goes out the window when you've had a few.

Few bowlers can spin the ball like our great Warne. Besides that, he has spun plenty of 'maidens' over as well.

Well-that's not strictly true Dutch because it was his money and fame which got the maidens balled and that was created by the game of cricket and the organisation of it. I don't know what created the propensity of maidens to be balled over in proximity to money and fame but whatever it was he would have been lost without that as well.

Well, speaking of maidens and balls, I've always enjoyed reading about the beautiful gowns women used to wear to dances and parties. The descriptors used often made me think of nature, in particular cool and shaded woodlands: 'fawn dotted swiss' and 'emerald watered silk' are two in particular that I remember- I think from 'Gone with the Wind'.

Wind-ups and leg-pulls should be done every day to uptight people. It would make the world a better place.