Give her a translation, Boss, i believe that she does not in fact know what that reads.
hehehehehehehe
given the response, i think my approximation of a translation is correct.
"From the concert of life, noone gets a programme." ...
ta da!
i knew it. well almost - i thought it was 'for the concert of life, no one gets a program'
i found it at a 2nd hand store - a little delft plate. it's going to be part of mrs. hamburger's christmas gift.
though from makes more sense for van
though it makes more sense if you do translate it as "for ..", actually ..
the sentence makes more sense with for - but the word makes more sense as from
ahhhhhhhhhhhhh
LOLOLOLOLOL
what frightens me? that i have this kind of discussion IRL. for/from .....
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ehmm..
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(what frightens me? that i'll find the caps lock to still be on some time irl, too ...
lotsalotsaprogramlesslaughing
I am utterly, utterly lost...
in that case, i believe it may be said that you have been enormously successful in having hosted a tremendous digression!
BRAVA BRAVA BRAVA !!!
Now, to digress further, have you ever wondered at the closeness of indigo to dark blue? What do you think it means? Does dark blue have any meaning to you? Is indigo a special word or colour? By the way, what is the meaning of life?
Indigo and dark blue? yes, of course indigo is special - like tyrian purple, only indogo! Silly Canajun!
Life has no meaning - sorry - especially today - though more today than yesterday, actually - yesterday I was quite depressed - today slightly less so - time to go have a coffee - read a bit, finish yesterday's housework that the blackouts interrupted - (WHY can't they invent a gas-powered vacuum cleaner?) - then go to a film, perhaps? Something silly?
My worlds are colliding - I let one of my workmates see my avatar the other day - I was showing her some argument about something - and I got a little white winged Bunny (I don't have wings, but that is beside the point) as part of my Kris Kringle (I also got some Chivas Regal, in case you think I am going soft on you!)
Oddly, I had also GIVEN a Bunny related gift to the person I was buying for. She has just got her first job as a social worker - she was a student with us - I gave her a book full of cartoons of Little White Bunnies That Don't Want to Live Any More committing suicide - it was the "black humour" bit of my New Social Worker's Kit - (it also contained Guatemalan worry dolls to tell HER troubles to, a little kid brooch to remind her of us, butcher's paper and a texta for said butcher's paper.)
As I say, worlds colliding.
The moment I hear the word 'indigo', the melody of 'Mood Indigo' starts running through my head. Either that, or I reflect on the fact that Inigo Jones misspelled his own given name.
yoooou ain't been bluuuuue til you've had
that mooood indigo,
that feeelin'
go stealinnnn'
right down to your shoooozz
while you sit and cryyyy
'Go 'way, blues.'
Mind you, my first Christmas gifts went down well yesterday - the little kite that fits into a key-ring I got for one friend FLIES - and beautifully - (it is very tightly folded) - especially in yesterday's weather - which was heat, torrential rain, and high winds in the city - and coolth, higher winds, and only a little rain at our seaside picnic spot. The little stick on punching yellow smiley face got a good workout from the friend I gave it to. The tiny Zen sand garden was received well. The weeny briefcase that is, in fact, a business card holder was the cause of great mirth for its recipient, who trails briefcases, abstruse neuropsychology tests, pins, business cards and other detritus after her as she flies about her business - and the very superior stress ball was squoze a lot.
Fortunately, I have kept the second weeny kits, and the shrieking, strobing balls for our Christmas day picnic, with a different cast, at the same venue.
Love that song - we have a singer called Vince Jones who sings it wonderfully...
