No-L, No-L, Mr. Coward, or in my birthday situation no dining out. My birthday is on a giant romantic holiday, 2/14, and finding a spot for dining out on that day (barring fast food) is always an impossibility. Loving Companion and I will not try again, and now dining-out cowards for that occasion.
Whoa- this is still going on? For how long? My first post was so long ago!
Why shouldn’t it go on? It’s fun!
I concur, but I still find it stunning. And a bit baffling.
But carry on, folks.
Many British films start with “Carry On”, including Carry On Cruising, Carry On Cabby, Carry On Jack, Carry On Spying, Carry On Cowboy, Carry On Doctor, Carry On Camping, Carry On Again Doctor, Carry On Loving, Carry On Matron, Carry On Abroad, Carry On Girls, Carry On Dick, and Carry On Columbus.
But not “carrion”.
Carrion? Gross! Disgusting! That sort of word is simply Unfit for posting.
Warning, gross post follows!! Skip it, or shut your ocular orbs if you want to avoid a disgusting paragraph!
“Old Adam . . . carrion crow . . . old crow of Cairo”, is a morbid Victorian lyric by author and physician Thomas L.B. In it, Adam and a lady crow sup on “king’s marrow” and sit in a skull, originally from a famous slain woman Pharaoh, consort of Romans Julius and of Marc Antony.
(But would two adult crows possibly fit into a human skull? I think two big crows could not both go into it. On the opposing hand, I am not an anatomist or ornithologist)
In contrast, author G.M. Hopkins’s work “Not, I’ll Not, Carrion Comfort” inspiringly informs us of his psychological trials and spiritual conflicts.
“Carrion my wayward son,” I said; making a pun out of a Kansas lyric. My son did not find it funny.
LOL- I got it right away. ROFLMAO!
Ah, what do kids know about funny? Today’s brats don’t grasp or honor classic humor.
Gags from Victoria’s many months of holding sway in such lands as Canada and India may still crack a kid up if said humor contains such words as “piss” and “fart”.
Oh, obviously, piss and farts will always stay hilarious. That should go without saying.
Isn’t it funny that, as adults, such things still crack us up?
In fact, you can find many a fictional story and, surprisingly, long(ish) books with this half-ass trick.
A full book without that foul symbol? A book with millions of words? Truly, that’s absurdly hard to do. I would not try for all of Fort Knox’s gold.
It’s not all that hard to, as is plainly on display in this train of thought, assuming a crucial proviso: that occasionally klutzy diction is OK and possibly logical grammar is waylaid.
Jeez–look at the clock! I must go and walk my dog. Catch you guys soon.
I’m back, and just now saw my fuck-up. I’m sorry, truly. Don’t punish your companion in this playful colloquy.
To punish you and inflict a sanction, six blows with a damp strip of pasta for you, Mr. Bloom
Pasta. Yum. Clock says “go in for food.” I concur.