Region Philbis wrote:dem's fightin' words, wabbit.
i'll see you outside your hole in a few hours.
we'll settle this once and for all... mark my words...
a. You are confusing your goim with your goyim.
b. What's wrong with being a goy? You prejudiced or sumting?
c. I can't fight you, except with weapons of mass goim destruction because you are microscopic. Bush is still in power, if he heard about the use of WMD in Australia, he'd probably invade Austria, and I'm not having that on my conscience.
d. You're being hysterical. I didn't call you a goyle. (Which would be a goddam compliment, anyways.)
Bunny, You make me laugh. Austria better watch out.
I don't know what the goim is in such an uproar about either.
Interesting that the only thing impervious to the power of the bunny is a microbe. Reminds me of the War of the Worlds.
If it will make life easier and more harmonious, I'll stop with the accent and call a germ a germ.
Happy Australia Day, Deb.
uproar?
nah, just tryin' to end the thread like everybody else.
and i certainly wouldn't wanna see The Shrub go all nookuler on austria...
I think the people on here might be able to tell me if I'm on to something or not.
You'll see what I mean.
So, I was just working a bit of the crossword puzzle during quiet time. Into my head pops that old notion that doing crosswords helps preserve the mind -- or at least the part of it that remembers stuff -- in the face of encroaching dotage.
And so I think about what it is I'm doing that might be exercising that part of the old gray nut. Wracking my memory over some clue, not coming up with anything to match it but knowing that there's a word stored somewhere in there that would fit.
So I move on, look at some context, make some educated guesses. A lot of it is recall, but most of it is just calculated bullshitting.
And then I'm thinking that calculated bullshitting would be a very valuable skill to develop if -- well, if, as I've seen happen to a number of people, especially people directly related to me -- if your memory starts to go.
Maybe the crossword doesn't help me remember the name of that disturbingly familiar but also totally alien face across the table. Maybe it just helps me deduce who they must be by the time of day, my state of attire, what she's saying to me, who else is around -- contextual cues, a little bit of surreptitious interrogation, and -- BAM! -- I've filled in the answer.
In ink.
And wrong.
To hell with them crosswords, I'm gonna go get me some stem cells.
I don't think it's an either/or.
Crosswords AND stem cells.
Worst sushi ever.
But novel. Definitely novel.
patiodog wrote:Worst sushi ever.
But novel. Definitely novel.
I'm mystified.
And confused. What sushi?
Roberta wrote:patiodog wrote:Worst sushi ever.
But novel. Definitely novel.
I'm mystified.
And confused. What sushi?
Crossword and stem cell sushi?
Apropos of absolutely nothing (except, maybe, dlowan), I just ran across a slim volume, apparently a humorous story for young adults, titled Bunnicula. It's a story about a cute little bunny who's a vampire. As you're in the publishing tade, 'Boita, didja ever hear of this literary gem?
(i wouldn'ta believed it had i not seen it with my own cold, primitive eyes)
Love it! It adds a whole nother layer to the do not provoke the bunny line.
"Bunnicula is a children's book series written by James Howe about a vampire-bunny that sucks the juice out of vegetables."
Oh wait, the threat is only to vegetables. Phewwy.
Andy, Somewhere in the dark recesses of my disintegrating brain a little bell went off. Yes, I think I heard of Bunnicula. Has nothing to do with my connection to publishing. I think I heard of it though.
John Ascuaga's Nugget of Truth
Please...don't let ME interrupt this flow of wit.
she said icily
