September 21, 2005, saw the first Chamblee54 post. Nine years later, the world has not changed. In the past 108 months, there have been two blogging services. Yes, people still use blogspot.
The WordPress phase began in 2008, and had been far superior. Here are a few stats … 201,357 views, 3,630 comments, 2941 posts, 38,977 pictures. The viral post has not happened.
This looks like a day without much to say. Chamblee54 is not going anywhere, unlike many blogs that roared in 2005. Pictures are from The Library of Congress. Thanks for stopping by.
PG found Classic Television Showbiz while reserarching a recent feature about the late Sherwood Schwartz. The site is a treasure, with youtubes of classic tv shows, and interviews with “entertainers”. Somewhere in the sidebar was a link to a story about Tubby Boots.
Charles “Tubby” Boots was born around 1926 in Baltimore MD. He was a nightclub comedian. Mr. Boots weighed 375 pounds, had bleach blond hair, and often performed without a shirt. He wore pasties on his boobs, and would twirl them simultaneously in opposite directions.
The parts in blue are borrowed from Classic television showbiz. Tubby’s parents were a vaudevillian dance team called Boots and Barton. At the age of seven this youngster was clocking in at an astounding two hundred pounds, a constant target of ridicule in his Baltimore schoolyard….During his childhood, Tubby managed to witness a performance by comedy’s greatest cult icon, Lord Buckley … Tubby Boots recalled shortly before his death, “[Lord Buckley] was like a father figure to me. I met Buckley when I was seven years old when I was working at the Hippodrome in Baltimore, Maryland, and I was in awe of him. I saw his act every time he would come back to play the theater … I would sit in the theater all day and watch the shows. I’d stay out of school for the whole week – my mother would pack me a lunch – she knew what I was doing because I wanted to learn about show business. Buckley would do his hat-switching act. Every other show he would get me to do it with him. I’d hang out with him backstage, we’d go out for lunch or dinner, he’d sneak me back into the theater and I’d watch the whole stage show again. I started working nightclubs when I was eleven. I weighed 250 pounds and passed myself off as twenty-one. I got arrested in a strip joint and the police said: ‘We’re not going to throw you in jail but you’re not going to work in this town again – you’re too notorious.’ So they actually put me on a train and said ‘Where you wanna ticket to?’ I said, ‘New York.’ I didn’t run away – I was forced to leave. So when I got to New York I called Buckley and, pretending to sob, said, ‘My mama died in a car crash…my father was with her…’ Unbeknownst to me, he called my mother and told her, ‘He’s with me.’ So he got me a job at The Three Deuces, passing me off as twenty-one.” The Three Deuces was one of Manhattan’s major jazz holes in the thirties and forties, regularly featuring Dizzy Gillespie and Charlie Parker. Lord Buckley was connected to the jazz world for most of his career, performing in their clubs and utilizing a great deal of the Black hipster vernacular in his act.”
Mr. Boots got a job as the emcee for burlesque shows, frequently in traveling carnival shows. He was doing well, when Lord Buckley called him from Hollywood. Supposedly, there was a movie job waiting for Mr. Boots. When he got to California, he found out otherwise. “Tubby became affectionately known as Princess Lily. “He used to call me Princess Lily but Prince Charles of Booth was my title. Buckley used to say: ‘Lil! You had the misfortune to be born with the beautiful body of a woman in the ridiculous body of a man!””
In 1959, Mr. Boots was in a bizarre accident. He was taking a bath, and the controls for the hot and cold water were in another room. Lord Buckley was handling these controls, and poured scalding hot water into the tub. Mr. Boots was stuck in the tub, and was badly burned. He spent a week in the hospital, and was not friends with Lord Buckley later.
After he recovered, Mr. Boots moved to Miami Beach. He performed in motel lounges for many years, and developed a following. Comedy albums were becoming popular, and Mr. Boots contributed “Thin my be in but fats where its at”. The albums were sold at his shows. The legend is that no copies exist that were not autographed.
The various search engines are sketchy about Tubby Boots. A comment or two refers to his death, but there is no date available. The Lady Bunny tells about going to see Mr. Boots in a supper club on Long Island in the eighties. Reportedly Mr. Boots did well during the comedy club explosion of the eighties.
PG saw a show by Tubby Boots. It was December 1974, at a dingy Atlanta bar called The Cove. PG was hanging out with someone we will call McClain, who liked the drag shows at The Cove. The bar was a former electronics warehouse, with a sign for Ballantines Beer by the front entrance. Ballantines had not been sold in Georgia for a long time, but the sign stayed. This was on Monroe Drive, behind Piedmont Park. Tubby Boots was a friend of somebody, and did a show at The Cove one night.
If you can stand to look at the embedded video, you get an idea about his show. Forty years later, PG can remember a few of the jokes. There was a one liner about an *African American* who took a shit, and thought he was melting. There was a routine based on the role Katherine Hepburn played in “Suddenly Last Summer”. My boy is not queeyer, he’s carnivorous. After a while, the shirt came off, and he twirled pasties from his boobs in different directions.
After the show, PG talked to a black friend, who did not want to meet the comedian. Meanwhile, Tubby Boots and McClain were making out. Before long, McClain came over to PG, and said he wanted to go somewhere else. McClain died in July, 1992. Tubby Boots died in August, 1993. Pictures are from The Library of Congress. This is a repost.
A couple of tweeters were helping Psychology Today harvest eyeballs. @chescaleigh according to @PsychToday “Internet Trolls Are Narcissists, Psychopaths, and Sadists” & water is wet.” @pourmecoffee “Internet Trolls Are Narcissists, Psychopaths, and Sadists”
The tweets linked to a post, Internet Trolls Are Narcissists, Psychopaths, and Sadists. Sponsors include the FREE U.S.-Israel Flag Pin, and “These foods Kill your Brain.”
PG has been called a troll before. The people who say that usually argue with you, and then cry troll when you fight back. It is a passive aggressive game. There are probably more extreme examples, but the sense is that people ask for it. No, this is not rape. These is internet comments from people who do not praise you enough. The emperor’s tailor considered the little boy a troll.
PT has a different perspective. “In this month’s issue of Personality and Individual Differences, a study was published that confirms what we all suspected: internet trolls are horrible people. Let’s start by getting our definitions straight. An internet troll is someone who comes into a discussion and posts comments designed to upset or disrupt the conversation. Often, it seems like there is no real purpose behind their comments except to upset everyone else involved. Trolls will lie, exaggerate, and offend to get a response. What kind of person would do this?
Canadian researchers decided to find out. They conducted two internet studies with over 1,200 people. They gave personality tests to each subject along with a survey about their internet commenting behavior. They were looking for evidence that linked trolling with the Dark Tetrad of personality: narcissism, Machiavellianism, psychopathy, and sadistic personality.”
OK, so they were looking for evidence to confirm a previously held opinion. Is that how the scientific method works these days? Define your villain to fit the characteristics you have picked out for him. When you are a hammer, everything looks like a nail.
The supporting study is from the University of Manitoba, and has the racy title Trolls just want to have fun. The link shows you an abstract, and a chance to buy the complete study for $35.95. The last line of the abstract: “Thus cyber-trolling appears to be an Internet manifestation of everyday sadism.”
By now, you may be worried that you, too, are a troll. Do you live under a bridge? Are you glamor challenged? Or maybe you are the troll king, and write trilogies in your spare time.
PT is aware of your concerns. Fun loving correspondent Jennifer Golbeck, Ph.D., comes through with Are You an Internet Troll? This peace of mind reassurance is sponsored by the 3 minute Chakra test, and YOU MAY BE INFECTED.
“… A lot of people commented about their own internet behavior, wondering if their provocative comments count as “trolling.” …. Fortunately, there is a technical answer to those questions! … In the same study from yesterday, the authors introduced a measure of someone’s trolliness (that’s my term, not theirs).(Spell check suggestions: woolliness, jolliness, solitariness) They call it the Global Assessment of Internet Trolling (GAIT). Subjects in their study were shown these four statements:
1 – I have sent people to shock websites for the lulz.
2 – I like to troll people in forums or the comments section of websites.
3 – I enjoy griefing other players in multiplayer games.
4 – The more beautiful and pure a thing is, the more satisfying it is to corrupt.”
Your agreement, or disagreement, with these statements is an indication of your trolliness. PG definitely feels better after seeing this test. He does not know what a shock website is, and does not indulge in multiplayer games. The idea of someone like Matt Walsh being “beautiful and pure” is ridiculous. PG will rest easy tonight, knowing that he probably is not an internet troll. Pictures are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”.
During a recent facebook deterioration, on social issues, someone posted a 410 word statement. PG noted the promiscuous use of first person singular. A study ensued.
1 – I, or verb contractions using I, occurs 27 times in this statement.
2 – I was used in the first seven sentences. The eighth sentence did not have I, but did contain me.
3 – The tenth sentence does not have I, but does contain my.
4 – The last sentence has I five times. The first two have I three times. Six sentences use I twice.
5 – There are 410 words in this statement. There are 15 sentences. Six percent of these words are I.
6 – I is the shortest word in the English language. It is also possibly the least important.
Many people use the word I too often. The use of this word implies that the listener is interested in what the speaker thinks or does. When someone says I, the lips are usually moving. I is the central letter in both lie and believe. (As another FBF noted, I statements can be useful.)
This does not take away the controversy over what word, in the language, is the shortest. A British facility, the Daily Mail, ran a story,The shortest word in English? Depends on how you measure it
Q. We all know that the longest word in the English language is Floccinaucinihili-pilification, (Spell check suggestion:Oversimplification) meaning inconsiderable or trifling. But what is the shortest word in the English language?
A. This is a controversy that has divided the English-speaking community for more than a century. One faction, headed by Dr Robert Beauchamp from the Oxford English Dictionary, believes that the shortest word in the English language is ‘a’, while another faction, headed by Professor Melanie Kurtz from Chicago University, contends that it is ‘I’.
In his most recent book on the subject, Further Arguments In Favour Of A (OUP, £19.99), Dr Beauchamp claims that, though ‘I’ is arguably the thinnest word in the English language, ‘a’ is the shortest, in the sense that it is not as high.
Professor Kurtz, on the other hand, has argued in a number of pamphlets that, if one unravels the various loops and curls that form a single ‘a’, and stretch it into a single horizontal or perpendicular line, then the letter in question is undoubtedly longer than ‘I’.
Meanwhile, dissident scholars continue to argue the case for ‘o’ and for small ‘i’, though in broader academic circles the first is generally dismissed as not really a word and the second is felt to be questionable: they maintain that the gap between the little dot and the main body of the word/letter is a constituent part of the whole and cannot be discounted when it comes to the full measurement.
One of the comments is highly repeatable. “is it true…..the shortest sentence is ..I am. and the longest sentence…I do.?” – Tommy Atkins Blighty, 02/10/2009 18:45
In the digital age, capital letters are used less and less. If the lower case i is used as a first person singular, then it is both the shortest and the skinniest. The dot on the lower case i is known as the tittle. It is not known what the tittle thinks of the jot, or whether they believe each other.
For those not suffering platitude fatigue, here are the 21 Most Important Words in the English Language. The most important word: We ~ The two most important words: Thank You ~ The three most important words: All is forgiven ~ The four most important words: What is your opinion ~ The Five most important words: You did a good job ~ The six most important words: I want to understand you better ~ The least important word: I.”
A site called vocabula has a feature on the worst words in english. There are two phrases using I.
I mean Meaningless formula (a verbal tic, if you will) used habitually by many to begin nearly every sentence, especially those that are not intended to clarify anything preceding them. I need you to … A completely unacceptable replacement for “please.”
Since we cannot say, for certain, that I is the shortest word in the language, the uncertainty about the longest word should not be surprising. The longest word in German would be a short story by itself. According to Los Angeles Trade-Technical College “The longest word in the English language, according to the Oxford English Dictionary, is pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanokoniosis. The only other word with the same amount of letters ispneumonoultra-microscopicsilicovolcanoconioses, its plural.” (Spell check suggestion:ultramontane-microscopicsilicovolcanoconioses)
Part two of this feature is about a popular contender for the longest word. It is known here as The S Word. Pictures are from The Library of Congress. This repost is written like H.P. Lovecraft.
There is a feature today on NPR discussing ” “What’s The Longest Word In The English Language?”. The old crowd pleaser antidisestablishmentarianism was dismissed as “Just a bundle of suffixes and prefixes piled up into a little attention-grabbing hummock.” It also has 28 letters, which won’t even get it into the playoffs.
When it comes to big words, there is nothing like science. In 1964, a book called “Chemical Abstracts” published a 1,185 letter word, referring to a protein found in the tobacco mosaic virus. It starts with glu and ends with sine. This word is 8.44 tweets long.
Words like glu…sine are not used often, which brings us to the obvious winner, Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. It is the theme song for a dance routine in a movie starring Julie Andrews and Dick Van Dyke , and a few dozen animated characters.
According to the urban dictionary, Miss Andrews was not fond of Rob Petrie. “It’s reported that Ms. Andrews replied, “Fuck you! I hate you!! You’re a ‘Supercalifragilisticexpialidouchebag’!!!! And get away from my door!! Why don’t you go eat “A Spoonful of Feces “!!!” (This problem might have been caused by SupercalifragilisticexpiHalitosis )
At 34 letters, the s word is the longest english word that most of us have heard of. While it probably was made up by over-imaginative songwriters, it is defined by a reputed dictionary. It translates as superkalifragilistikexpialigetisch (German), supercalifragilistichespiralidoso(Italian) and supercalifragilisticoespialidoso (Spanish). The French are too cool to use it.
A website called Straightdope has a highly entertaining feature called Is “supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” a real word referring to Irish hookers? . “Our research first took us to a lawsuit that was filed after the movie came out by Life Music, Inc., against Wonderland Music, the publisher of the Mary Poppins song. It was a copyright infringement suit brought by Barney Young and Gloria Parker, who had written a song in 1949 entitled “Supercalafajaistickespeealadojus” and shown it to Disney in 1951. They asked for twelve million dollars in damages. The suit was decided in the Shermans’ favor because, among other reasons, affidavits were produced from two New Yorkers, Stanley Eichenbaum and Clara Colclaster, who claimed that “variants of the word were known to and used by them many years prior to 1949.”
The decision makes for fairly humorous reading. Apparently the judge got tired of writing out the whole word, so every time it had to be mentioned it was replaced by the phrase “the word” as if it were some loathsome artifact that had to be held at arm’s length. “
There is another story that has the s word appearing in a humor magazine at Syracuse University. An archivist named Mary O’Brien says that rumor surfaces every ten years or so, and is not true. Another old husbands tale has children in summer camps taught a song super-cadja-flawjalistic-espealedojus. This cannot be confirmed or denied.
As for the tale about Irish entrepreneurs , there is a story in Maxim magazine. It says “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, the word supposedly coined by Mary Poppins to make kids sound “precocious,” was actually invented by turn-of-the-century Scottish coal miners. It was used to request “the works” from prostitutes by men too shy to recite specific acts.” The link supplied by StraightDope does not work.
Maybe the best comment about Choke was a one star amazon review. “0 of 1 people found the following review helpful DONT REMEMBER BUYING THIS By nicon September 18, 2013 Format: PaperbackVerified Purchase I DONT REMEMBER BUYING THIS SO I DONT WANT TO RATED IT UNFAIRLY PLEASE REMOVE FROM MY OPINION PAGE OF MY ACCOUNT”
PG was on planet earth 58 years before trying to pronounce Chuck Palahniuk. (Paula-nick) Even seeing a video of “Fight Club” did not steal CP virginity. It was not until September 17, 2012. There was a book report, about a book called Rattled. The last sentence was a link to an internet badge, I write like Chuck Palahniuk
A little while later, PG was on a podcast kick. He would listen to people selling product, with freely offered opinions. A public radio show from California called Bookworm appeared, and yes, Chuck Palahniuk had a new book to sell. CP said, among other things, that he wrote books for people who don’t like to read books.
On some youtube opinion party, CP told a story. He was working as a truck mechanic, and writing in his spare time. There was a writers workshop in town. CP read a story about an ill fated romance with an inflatable plastic inamorata. A lady told CP that he was no longer welcome in their group. However, a local man, Tom Spanbauer might be willing to help. This was another writing group, not a counselor. Has CP used the services of the psych industry?
Twenty one years ago, Tom Spanbauer appeared at a gathering in North Carolina. PG tried to find a copy of The Man Who Fell in Love with the Moon, and wound up borrowing a friends copy. At the end of the weekend, friend got Mr. Spanbauer to autograph his book. PG saw his bookmark in the book, and got the bookmark autographed.
And it came to pass that many CP videos were played. Included in this youtubefest is guts, which just might be the grossest thing PG has ever heard. When a copy of Choke appeared at the Chamblee library, PG was ready. Or so he thought.
This is a weird book. A line is repeated throughout, what would Jesus NOT do? One possible answer is producing genetic material from the foreskin of the baby Jesus, and then inserting this dna product into the lady parts of Ida Mancini. This is probably the output of a fevered, sick, horny imagination, which Choke has in abundance.
Most book reports make an effort to tell you the plot. Victor Mancini is a sick puppy. His “mother,” Ida Mancini, is in a nursing home with Alzheimers. This might be the most mental health Miss Mancini has ever enjoyed.
Victor works at a historic fantasy park. Every one of the players is a drug addict, which might be in character for 1734. Victor makes spare change by pretending to choke in restaurants, and be rescued by strangers. These people become his friends, and send him money.
The fun never stops. There is a 12 step program for sex fiends, which provides Victor with female friends. Even though Victor is 90% creep, he many female companions. A lady at his mother’s nuthouse wants to have Victor impregnate her. The plan is to abort the baby, inject the fetus into Ida Mancini, and save the life of the old biddie. The outcome of this scheme is a spoiler.
For all the high spirited fun and games, Choke can be a depressing piece of work. The scenes in the hospital, with the ladies gone bye bye, are not pleasant. Alzheimer is a tough business to deal with. The writing here is dangerous. While Tom Spanbauer likes to promote the idea of dangerous writing, some readers have enough problems already. This is partially covered by the first chapter of Choke, which is a warning that the story you are about to read might cause brain damage.
Pictures are from The Library of Congress. It was written like James Joyce.
I will go by the store and get something. If you need anything at the last minute, send me a message . ~ In another matter, I have heard from many about their displeasure regarding the commenting function being disabled on these stories concerning the Hawks. This is the newspaper standard for all stories, columns and blogs related to trials, crimes and racially charged stories. It is too difficult to monitor all the commenting. As you know, there are often insensitive remarks in posts that are not considered controversial. Thank you for your understanding. ~ It was from a Vietnamese restaurant. Their most popular dish is Pho Toshop. ~ A conservative estimate. ~ 22 words collects a blend of everything from the serious and creative to the silly and absurd. As your source for the crazy, curious, and comical side of the web, 22 words can be counted on to share funny and fascinating viral content as well as more obscure (but equally interesting) pictures, videos, and more. ~ “Central American… women crossing Mexico en route to the United States” not quite the same thing as crossing our border ~ Which one is Ira Hayes? ~ #michaelbrown was a #humanshield ~ You must be new here. ~ I am just now finding out about this. I have had a similar experience about racial attitudes. ~ RBF also stands for R. Buckminister Fuller. ~ ” How DARE someone tell this beautiful, kind, loving, grace-filled, faithful, decent, suffering woman that she is going to hell?” Miss Gilbert has known this human being for less than five minutes. How does Miss Gilbert know that she is kind, loving, etc.? ~ Ditto Hobby Lobby. Knitting needles (no relation to Sharon) are 50% off. ~ The one star comments at amazon are good. ~ Fckh8 is bad at damage control. ~ Isn’t that where Baton Bob was arrested? ~ People have given me second chances before. ~ People who don’t like the t-word have probably never rhymed it with granny. ~ @EliLake The children in #gaza were unarmed. There are a thousand #michaelbrown in #gaza ~ you seem like the type of person who never gets their security deposit back ~ For a variety of reasons, I am seldom in public queer places. If the only notices for events were posted there, then I would miss them. The online space reaches people that don’t go to in person space. ~ “Not the fastest bunny in the warren”: ~ I think of online interaction as a compliment to in person communication. You can reach more people online. ~ Open for comments. Sign in or create your Guardian account to join the discussion. ~ I believe Meetup has a fee for their services. Paying this would require our community to set up a financial structure. I am not sure that we should do that. Also, I have been in a couple of groups that use Meetup. I have mixed feelings about them. Now,as for the option of facebook alternatives, I don’t know. An email list is fairly low maintenance. Very few of our events require an RSVP. We could go that way, or we could go to telephone based communication. That would cover the events. Now, as far as the group discussions go, I say good riddance. We are still recovering from the Sharon Needles clusterfuck. ~ What about Iraqi civilians? ~ I would be curious to see how many of these donations are actually made. Also, are these donations going to be verified by a reputable accounting firm? It would be real easy for the t shirt company (whose vulgar name I would rather not repeat) to make fake payments. The T shirt company is saying “trust us” on the donations issue, as well as the residence of the cute kids in the video. ~ Congratulations to @Osirus for blaming the barbarity of The United States on ISIS.~ You’ve reached the end of the Top Tweets for #LastLinesOfHorrifyingLimericks. ~ Astarte, Hecate, Demeter, Cali, Iana, and Diana are going to take up for their sister goddess. ~ Do hospitals have a 55 gallon drum for tissue removed by liposuction? ~ pictures from The Library of Congress. ~ selah
A British facility, the Guardian, published a piece, Stephen King has named his most hated expressions. What are yours? The millionaire author listed a few expressions that “make his skin crawl.” The comment section was opened up. At this point in time, there are 2410 comments. Some are way too British for stateside consumption. Others are not funny. Some of the correspondents had boring psuedonyms. Many said football when they meant soccer.
PG saw this as an opportunity. After copying all the comments on page one, of twenty six, and editing out the internet jibberish, he was left with the verbiage below. Why does our slack blogger spend so much time on this? Does he need to visit Getalife.com? How will PG find time to take an internet quiz, solve racism, or troll Jesus worship blogs? Pictures are from The Library of Congress.
redfellterrier I had a manager who got into the habit of saying ‘on a go-forward basis’. It was all I could do not to stab out my eardrums after about three hours of this.
YeOldeMerryPrankster “Going forward” Ugh! That’s one of the worst alright, a favourite of middle-managers the world over.
Yourbandsucks Societal. I hate it. It seems to me that the anti-socialist indoctrination in the US is so strong that ‘social’ is banned just in case, when no one is looking, it grows horns, a pointy tail, grabs a pitch fork and becomes, AHHHHHHRRRRGGGGGGG – FULL BLOWN SOCIALISM.
AccidentalHoliday ‘It is what it is’. I could get behind, ‘It ain’t what it ain’t’ though!
Onion_Budgie Or as Frank Zappa might have put it: Do you know what you are? ~ You are what you is ~ You is what you am ~ (A cow don’t make ham…) ~ You ain’t what you’re not ~ So see what you got ~ You are what you is ~ An’ that’s all it ’tis.
Enheduanna ‘We are where we are’ a clusterfuck omnishambles that was perfectly preventable.
Snowhare ‘It is what it is’ Can’t stand this. If you are powerless in a particular situation, then say so.
Nietzschescat 1. “Can I reach out to you on that …” 2. Any form of words that includes “synergy” and leveraged”. Double fail if both.
tackypuns But ‘double fail’ is fine?
diotavelli Any use of the word ‘fail’ when the user means ‘failure’ is annoying and unacceptable.
ZacMurdoch yes, someone said ‘will you reach out to me with your diary’ the other day. I thought, OK, but only to hit you with it!
miasmadude “That being said…” Aaaarrrrgggghhhh.
Onion_Budgie “Just saying”. Especially when I see it used as a hashtag on Twitter. Yes, it is obvious that you’re ‘just saying’, otherwise you wouldn’t be er, saying it at all. Bleargh!
UndyingCincinnatus Even worse, when people use the hashtag when not on Twitter. I’ve seen it more than once in the comments section here. I would say that I’ll kill myself when I first hear a person say, out loud, “hashtag X” but years ago I said that about “LOL” and managed to stay away from the sharp objects when my brother of all people said it. It was close, though.
GlozboyI remember when people would say ‘I’m confused.com’. Jeez…
diotavelli My boss uses hashtags in emails. I haven’t killed him yet but that’s only because my cowardice is greater than his crime.
jackhugh ‘Many believe’ and ‘some people say’ are staple phrases of the far right media, especially US ‘news shows’ . it’s a transparent term to infer, slur or lie about a situation or person EVEN WORSE is the old “self styled” . . so and so in reference to a person as if it negates they’re authenticity, when in rational it’s inferred that no one is authentic unless they’ve been styled by others. utterly infuriating phrase ‘self styled’ . . . as opposed to having a stylist???
BewilderedMark staple phrases of the far right media, especially US ‘news shows’ To be fair, ‘the consensus is’ is part of a leftie liberal socialist conspiracy plot to create global warming and make America uncompetitive. Or something.
mizdarlin This could all be distilled to my pet hate, “They say…” I would cheerfully smack ‘they’ in the noggin if I could ever figure out who ‘they’ are…
Westmorlandia Let it go. “nauseous” means ‘feeling nausea’. It just does. Let it go… wooooooo…….. let it gooooooooo……..
deadcatclub I loved “chillax,” for maybe three seconds after I first read it. Then I heard it spoken, and I tossed.
willmau5 The misuse of literally makes me figuratively die with anger.
BewilderedMark Good. Literally dying could be considered an overreaction.
SybilSanderson “forward- thinking ” Often used in job descriptions under desirable attributes. Makes my skin crawl if I read that, makes me despair when I write that (obviously you use the keywords for their search pattern!). That I look for a new job in the first place is already a sign that I am “forward-thinking”..
obenole equally horrible: to think outside the box” makes want to think inside a box so I dont have to hear that phrase…
Kepler That’s just slang. It’s perfectly clear what is being said.
Ninebelowzero A meeting with my ex wife & her support worker dropped these bombshells. We need to square the circle, We need to level up on our aspirations Can we synchronise our diaries? my less than whispered comment about the ‘gentleman’ not being the fastest bunny in the warren & when you are here the village is calling your name fell on stony ground.
miasmadude “Not the fastest bunny in the warren”: oh, thank you, thank you, thank you.
crystaltips2 Should of used a verb.
Gary Hunter People who say Touch Base….
AlanTyndall Unless you are the world’s rudest classical stringed instrument instructor.
Bewildered The only time I’m proactive is when I am about to slap someone for touching my base.
elbhahto A few weeks ago on a bus in London I overheard a woman talking loudly on her phone. She must have used the phrase “at the end of the day” at least 50 times in less than five minutes. Virtually every sentence started with it, and she often used it multiple times in a single sentence.
Snowhare I think I know this lady. The 210 from Archway to Finsbury Park?
Erbium Perhaps the sun was setting on the twilight of her years
elbhahto I think it was the 43 from Old Street, heading towards Archway. Infuriating, isn’t she?
eminexion Oh, I hate my bad so much, it makes me get angry with the person, even if they haven’t really been bad. And I agree about back in the day. Where the hell did it come from? People seem to have adopted it overnight, and now you hear it all the time.
MsFriday I hate it when people disagree with you and start their point by “if you think about it ….”. Because I HAVE thought about it. The thinking I did said you are wrong. The implication that I said stuff without thinking, where as you actually thought before you spoke, is so very rude. It sounds to be like a verbal punch.
BeckyDavidson “emotional rollercoaster” It’s the mode of transport that’s taken them on their journey. Hopefully at the end of that journey they’ll get closure.
previnquieres I had a boss once who told me that I was either with him or against him. He also said that he wanted everyone who worked for him to show humbleness. I was very definitely against him and his horrible use of English, didn’t have a clue what he meant by humbleness, so I left.
BePrepared How do these people even become bosses?
Mnemon By showcasing incredible figures, posed curves (in power-point presentations), and through the resulting boardroom antics.
cuscotown ‘I’m afraid’ as in ‘I’m afraid I can’t make that meeting’ . You aren’t afraid, its not terrifying, you just can’t do it.
ZacMurdoch I have to own up to this one – but it’s polite form, that’s all, meant as a softener. It’s probably dated now, but as there are so many modern affectations I hate, I’ll carry on using it!
Bluthner There are no easy answers, no silver bullets, only tough choices. We’ve embraced the challenge. My view is simple. wipe the slate clean.
shankspony I hear what you say…. No you bloody don’t
Nietzschescat For some people listening is getting ready to talk.
Socrates69 I particularly like LIMBO – laughing me bollix off
RayMullan Literally Itching My Bollocks Off?
Luke 15 1 Then drew near unto him all the publicans and sinners for to hear him. 2 And the Pharisees and scribes murmured, saying, This man receiveth sinners, and eateth with them. 3 And he spake this parable unto them, saying, 4 What man of you, having an hundred sheep, if he lose one of them, doth not leave the ninety and nine in the wilderness, and go after that which is lost, until he find it? 5 And when he hath found it, he layeth it on his shoulders, rejoicing. 6 And when he cometh home, he calleth together his friends and neighbours, saying unto them, Rejoice with me; for I have found my sheep which was lost. 7 I say unto you, that likewise joy shall be in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, more than over ninety and nine just persons, which need no repentance. 8 Either what woman having ten pieces of silver, if she lose one piece, doth not light a candle, and sweep the house, and seek diligently till she find it? 9 And when she hath found it, she calleth her friends and her neighbours together, saying, Rejoice with me; for I have found the piece which I had lost. 10 Likewise, I say unto you, there is joy in the presence of the angels of G-d over one sinner that repenteth. 11 And he said, A certain man had two sons: 12 And the younger of them said to his father, Father, give me the portion of goods that falleth to me. And he divided unto them his living. 13 And not many days after the younger son gathered all together, and took his journey into a far country, and there wasted his substance with riotous living. 14 And when he had spent all, there arose a mighty famine in that land; and he began to be in want. 15 And he went and joined himself to a citizen of that country; and he sent him into his fields to feed swine. 16 And he would fain have filled his belly with the husks that the swine did eat: and no man gave unto him. 17 And when he came to himself, he said, How many hired servants of my father’s have bread enough and to spare, and I perish with hunger! 18 I will arise and go to my father, and will say unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven, and before thee, 19 And am no more worthy to be called thy son: make me as one of thy hired servants. 20 And he arose, and came to his father. But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him. 21 And the son said unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven, and in thy sight, and am no more worthy to be called thy son. 22 But the father said to his servants, Bring forth the best robe, and put it on him; and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet: 23 And bring hither the fatted calf, and kill it; and let us eat, and be merry: 24 For this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found. And they began to be merry. 25 Now his elder son was in the field: and as he came and drew nigh to the house, he heard musick and dancing. 26 And he called one of the servants, and asked what these things meant. 27 And he said unto him, Thy brother is come; and thy father hath killed the fatted calf, because he hath received him safe and sound. 28 And he was angry, and would not go in: therefore came his father out, and intreated him. 29 And he answering said to his father, Lo, these many years do I serve thee, neither transgressed I at any time thy commandment: and yet thou never gavest me a kid, that I might make merry with my friends: 30 But as soon as this thy son was come, which hath devoured thy living with harlots, thou hast killed for him the fatted calf. 31 And he said unto him, Son, thou art ever with me, and all that I have is thine. 32 It was meet that we should make merry, and be glad: for this thy brother was dead, and is alive again; and was lost, and is found. Text for today’s story is from Bible Gateway. Pictures are from “The Special Collections and Archives,Georgia State University Library”. Here is a commentary on The Power of Parable . This is a repost. Here is a discussion about this parable.
Yesterday, this facility published the text of Luke 15, also known as The Prodigal Son. The titular phrase does not appear in the King Jimmy text. The story is a parable, that is, a made up story to teach a lesson. Those who say every word of the Bible is true somehow miss this.
The Prodigal Son is a popular story. It is well known, and speaks of forgiveness. Some unkind people say that Jesus worshipers like to be forgiven, and do not like to forgive. There is plenty of evidence for this observation. Lets just say that lots of people don’t want to take responsibility for their actions. If your pie in the sky hero to forgives you, then you can have a cleaner conscience.
PG was at a memorial service once. The guest of honor was a leather wearing pagan. The minister, who had met the deceased one time, told the story of the Prodigal Son. It made PG feel better.
The forgotten character in this story is the older brother. He was faithful to his father, stayed at home and helped out, only to see his wayward brother welcomed back with joy. The father never killed a fatted calf for the elder brother. Maybe the elder brother deserved it more. Sometimes, life is not fair. Some say this is more than a parable. Maybe it is three units of bull.
Pictures are from The Library of Congress. These men were Union soldiers during the War Between the States. It was a long time before the two sides forgave one another.