When I tried to explain apoptosis to my Mom, she wanted to know if wished to go to church on Sat. I explained that that means all enzymatic cleaving of protein in an organism. I believe she believes this is God's too. If I goto church, I pee in my pants and I love the bible for different reasons.
Here's a favorite of mine: "You're wasting your time shouting for change in a room full of deafmutes." - gendanken
I wonder how many sciforumers were secretly in love with that harpy. Her linguistic eructations could cause intestinal bleeding!
and shakespeare was nothing more than a romance novelist who stole everything from his betters... Just trying to see if that would bring her back, if the bible-loving (for different reasons) isn't her, that is. Never mind, kicking a gassy corpse isn't going to make it speak. *Weeping* (real tears) (in my head)
Are you saying that Shakespeare actually invented brand new words, like pious, palmy, perusal etc? If that was the case, then how could anyone understand what was being said at the time?
Actually, shakespeare is, in my thoughts, inarguably, the greatest literary artist who has ever written a word in the english language (so far). 'Twas all a ruse, and 'ere I'm false, I admit deception, and drop the act... From a little gem I saw a few weeks ago in the park (as you like it) - (from act3 scene 2) Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life, but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I like it very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now, in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As is it a spare life, look you, it fits my humour well; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd? (from act4 scene 1) I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation, nor the musician's, which is fantastical, nor the courtier's, which is proud, nor the soldier's, which is ambitious, nor the lawyer's, which is politic, nor the lady's, which is nice, nor the lover's, which is all these: but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry's contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness. And a final praise (from that play) for gendanken's fiery orations, before I sink back into frustration - "Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit"
Blimey. The wanderer returns. Hello water. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! gendanken? Our paths barely crossed. But I do remember the first time I became aware of her, when she turned up out of the blue and proceeded to be hilariously unkind to all and sundry. A few bile-filled posts later she was gone, apparently never to return. Come back and be smart and funny and pretentious again, you evil, gutter-mouthed whore.