At the risk of another hijack. . .
Hiya Twisty! Feeling better?
Feeling great Diane!!
2 weeks in the Sun did wonders!!
So, how do you think I’d look with a goatee? I’ve been growing it for the last 2 weeks. Its not quite strokable yet… but soon… 
Ahhh yesssss. . . You would look very distinguished with a goatee (and very handsome as well).
I disagree.
To use the words “goatee” and “distinguished” in the same sentence without the word “not” is logically impossible.
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Thanks Alphagene and wring for clearing that up.
Why did the hijackers take a powder?
Oh Fenris mate! How can someone so right be so wrong?
Turkish delight is a cube of gently-set pink jelly, with a slight crust, coated in powdered sugar. It’s presented on a silver tray, at the end of a meal, or at funerals.
As you bite into it, there is first a sweet dusty feeling on your lips, then a crunch as the crust gives way, followed by the lascivious descent of your teeth into a gelatinous, welcoming-yet-resistant, mass of intense sweetness. The memory of a rose garden comes to you, the satisfying demolition of a dappled green pistachio nut satisfies you, the shrill sweetness of the gel makes you long for strong coffee.
That’s enough, you think, then you see that there’s the other half of the cube left, and lust overtakes good sense.
The second bite lacks the crunch of the first. The swooning richness of the roses overwhelms a satiated palate, and the remaining piece of nut catches in the previously-forgotten hole in your tooth. A tooth that is now on edge with a hectic sweetness. You are desperate for black bitter coffee. There is none.
Thus, a simple confection is a metaphor for the vanity of all earthly pleasures.
Thank you.
Redboss
That was my best post ever.
I may retire.
I bet nobody ever gets to read it, either.
It was very impressive … but …
… turkish delight still tastes like freeze-dried lard that’s been left in a Body Shop store for too long.
Thanks a lot Redboss, now I’m hungry.
Git.
Man, I have got to get me one of those.
Redboss, have you considered a career in advertising?
I prefer Cypriot delights.
THen again, I dont like Swedes (the veg, not the people. I mean, how could you not like the Swedish? Abba! Volvo! Soda! Anniz! hooray for sweden!!)
This post brought to you by Caffiene. mmm-mm, Caffiene.
Seeing as how the discussion currently going on here has absolutely nothing to do with the OP, and is unlikely to get back to it either, I am wondering why this thread isn’t being closed?
Redboss, compadre: you are my brother Doper and I admire the hell out of you, but while your words were beautiful, it’s clear that you are advertising the devil’s own jellied confection.
While your words were a masterpiece of adjectives and nouns, a wonderful evening gown of literary brilliance, the evening gown was used to cover the pig of turkish delight. And a pig in an evening gown is still a pig. (Metaphor Torture courtesy of FenCo[sup]tm[/sup])
And black bitter coffee? Can we return to the subject at hand? Edmund, a 9 year old boy was not given black bitter coffee by the White Witch, he was given a frothy heated chocolate drink which satisfied him completely (sugar on top of sugar. Perhaps he’s got a sugar deficiency?). No responsible adult would suggest that a child be given demitasse cups of black bitter coffee any more than one would suggest that short hairy men in pink tutus who preach on streetcorners about alien orbital mind control lasers are the best source of sound medical advice.
Or, perhaps are your taste buds so shocked into insensibility by the 50 POUNDS of sugar used in each half-inch x one inch rectangle of Turkish Delight that they can no longer distinguish between black bitter coffee and frothy heated chocolate drinks?
Can we at least agree that the Turkish Delight covered with chocolate is evil, regardless of the vast moral gulfs that seperate us on the powdered sugar covered variety?
Fenris, shaking his head sadly at the thought of another soul lost to Turkish Delight.
Hungry? Hell, it made me horny.
Er… because people are having fun? And no blood is being spilled? Seems good enough to me.
And Diane…
I was going to ask you what didn’t… but then I remembered that you’re a grandmother. Snicker.
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Hey Kabbes,
If you think that Diane being a granny is funny, just remember that she’d recommend me to her Daughter
Ha!!
I opened this thread when it first began but haven’t again until now assuming, incorrectly, the direction it would likely take. Wrong again ! Love-fifteen.
I assumed people understood the rationale behind the Silo tennis hijack as many later posted echoing my unspoken sentiment. It just struck me that everything that could possibly have been said had been and everyone was talking at, or past, each other to increasingly less effect but …heck, here’s what Jester wrote - there are many other posts in that Silo thread reflecting the same sentiment. It, and they, reflect my POV:
So I’m sorry if CNoteChris and others are disappointed with what happened but sometimes Pit Threads do drone on endlessly. I can understand* if* the Mods feel a little circumspect about closing them sometimes for fear of accusations of immoderate behaviour but, really, they do become terribly repetitious to the point that they gain 6 or 7 pages with nothing of apparent merit added after page 2, IMHO.
Of course, if someone still feels something needs to be added, they post. That was the case in the Silo thread and the two subjects became increasingly entwined - and, I’d contend, without some of the previous vitriol.
Sorry if you disagree with me but rather like Goran, I tend to think God is on my side and neither one of us is crazy…
Apparently, Scylla was able to remove his splinter, though I don’t remember exactly how.