@graeme-ogg Gosh this pic takes me back to the twelve years of my formal education; from which I proudly graduated with my Grade 7 certificate of completion. The course, called Self Esteem 101 (pictured below), was very time consuming, mainly because I had to repeat it every year. It was kind of lonely there in the corner but I got to keep the cap.
But isn't that the nature of a lounge or pub? Isn't it a place where we gather to avoid profundity and anything resembling meaningful dialogue? If not, why serve beer?
Good point JK; if I want to support pronudity and to dine on logs I'll go picnic at a nude beach; there's no place for it on this family orientated production......oh....and a round of Guinness for the table please; on Graeme's tab.
@graeme-ogg Gosh this pic takes me back to the twelve years of my formal education; from which I proudly graduated with my Grade 7 certificate of completion. The course, called Self Esteem 101 (pictured below), was very time consuming, mainly because I had to repeat it every year. It was kind of lonely there in the corner but I got to keep the cap.
Looks like me in Ms. Wiles 3rd grade class...
Being that I went to a Catholic school until grade 8 well let's just say that my knuckles got rapped a lot by the pointer that sister Mary Agatha, Sister Mary David, wielded I can't even remember all the Sisters names anymore.
The one thing I will say I did get one helluva good education.
Now forgive me if I'm wrong but is it okay to use the word hell when I'm talking about going to Catholic School ?
Off in the corner stands Rod Serling, about to provide contextual clarification.
This post brings to mind one of Rod's more famous intros
"You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension of not only posts and blather but of mindlessness. A journey into a vacuous land whose mental boundaries are those of medicated imagination to pure insanity. That's the signpost up ahead - your next stop The Diecast Zone!"
Off in the corner stands Rod Serling, about to provide contextual clarification.
This post brings to mind one of Rod's more famous intros
"You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension of not only posts and blather but of mindlessness. A journey into a vacuous land whose mental boundaries are those of medicated imagination to pure insanity. That's the signpost up ahead - your next stop The Diecast Zone!"
I'm not sure about what I read but I'm thinking you paraphrased that just a little, little bit...
@100ford2003, maybe it's Jack that lives in another dimension. I mean...after all...he's the one who doesn't like the most beautiful model car in ours.
@100ford2003, maybe it's Jack that lives in another dimension. I mean...after all...he's the one who doesn't like the most beautiful model car in ours.
This comment initially hurt my feelings but, when you think about it, Canuckland actually is another dimension...so I'm over it.
Jack, talking of hurt feelings, I do hope you didn’t somehow form the impression that any sly reference I may have made to intellectual or educational deficiency was specifically aimed at you. But you are quite right to be wary. As the saying goes, just because you are paranoid . . . . . etc.
However, as a small gesture of reassurance I hereby unequivocally and unreservedly withdraw, retract, renounce, repudiate, disavow, disown and dissociate myself from any potentially offensive, insensitive or demeaning remark which I may or may not* have inadvertently posted on this Forum at some unspecified earlier date and which may have been taken out of context.
*My legal adviser strongly urged me to include an element of plausible deniability.
Actually, I had planned to post this response yesterday evening, at around 8 p.m., but Mrs Ogg and her two rather impressively muscled social care assistants chose that very moment to bundle me into my SecureTruss™ sleeping garment and manacle me to the rails of my cot for the night, so of course at that point things were entirely out of my hands – particularly since my deluxe nightwear came equipped with the optional HandzOff!® barbed wire anti-self-abuse gauntlets. A touch irksome at times, but obviously essential for preserving one’s eyesight in later life.
I trust that despite this delayed response the festering resentment which has been gnawing at your soul overnight is now somewhat assuaged.
“Assuaged”? Yes, it’s a perfectly valid English word, although it may not appear in the yellowing, dog-eared pages of the Illustrated English Dictionary for Remedial Students which has served you well for so many years now. Nor for that matter will you find prestidigitation, supersymmetry, ankylosauri, sociopathology, wainscotting or cryptorchidism - all terms which I can effortlessly conjure up and expound upon at some length during dinner parties. Which may be why they never invite me back. Or it could be due to my regrettable habit of caressing the thighs of lady guests under the table while wearing the aforementioned gauntlets. (My version of rough sex). Who can say?
@graeme-ogg, in all sincerity, the chaps in Monty Python have absolutely nothing on you! I count you among those who can entertain for hours...and hours...
@graeme-ogg Perhaps it is your predilection for the English language that finds you trussed to your cot by your wife and her muscle-bound assistants of an evening?
