Aye, 'tis an ill wind that blows no good. An interesting concept, flatulence being the motive force by which one is hoisted with his own petard. Of course, this is going over ploughed ground for certain members of the congregation, but, what the heck, it's a habit of mine ... the hoisting, that is ... well, the flatulence too, I guess ... and so, having raised the specter ...
http://www.hinduonnet.com/thehindu/edu/2002/04/23/stories/2002042300030101.htm
Sort of an explosive "own goal"!
'Tis one of my pettier grievances with English speakers that so many folk no longer know how to use that phrase - and I always itch to correct them - but am fearful of rudeness and my own petard....
"own goal"?? I thought you disliked soccer.
Well, you may have mentioned it before, Debacle, but the article itself was news to me. Thankfully there are people who keep up on these items and make them available to the unwashed masses.
In college there was the occasional round of a drinking game called "oof! patang! ois!" The last item, of course, contains the same dipthong as oil and hoist and soil and boil and whatnot -- apparently the Hindu newspaper (?) above-linked (eh?) consider such matters important; English lessons in the papers.
"Oof!" passed the imaginary ball one person to the right or left, depending on the position of the speaker's hand on their head. "Patang!" passed it past the adjacent person to the next in line, with the direction similarly indicated. "Ois!" (hard "s") returns the ball back to its sender. The game has other names, I know (that is, I know it has other names, but I do not know what they are, as none were as exciting to say as "Oof! Patang! Ois!"); the fun, though, is largely dependent on the sounds, so I can't recommend them.
What has it to do with petards or flatulence? Nothing, I suspect, beyond their proximity in this forum, and the connection to the word "soil." In the drinking game, in lighting petards, and in exhibiting flatulence, it is important not to soil oneself -- though you are perhaps to be forgiven if the autosoiling occurs while being hoisted. How unpleasant would that be?
Yep, I believe it was Aa who pointed out my improper use of "by" rather than "with" -- a suttle difference, Aa's strong suit.
I do regret the length of that smeggin' link I included. Now I have to use the phlippin' scrollbar to read what's writ. I tried to edit it, but had no luck. Suspect it's a plumbin' flaw in this new house.
New House, yeah -- ain't that the title you chose for this topic?
Our house is a very, very, very fine house
With two cats in the yard,
Life used to be so hard . . .
oh, she said sheepishly.....
Just noticed the "seasoned member" title some people hold. Is that what you get when you don't change your shorts after a workout?
(Can I get a drum sting here? Hello?)
with two sheep in the yard???
Don't be crackin' baa-aa-aa-aad ones, Piffka . . .
No, no, actually I'm still trying to decide about purchasing Ginnie, the black sheep. Maybe two ewes would be better, more of a flock. PaL advised against it, which makes me worry.
PD - Some people just like to talk!
Love your new avatar, Margo. Craven better not mess with it.
I don't touch "real" avatars.
I am only at page 41 or something, trying to catch up and am not reading, no no, I am not reading about Pfka buying a sheep or something, back later on that, I gotta mention, sure, I have the Cream album, of course I do.
Ok bye for now.
