Kobal2 Posted June 17, 2004 Share Posted June 17, 2004 'People say German is a harsh and unmusical language, and French is a beautiful language. German is the language of Goethe and Beethoven! Have you ever heard an angry Frenchman? It's like listening to a cat being flushed down a toilet! Ah, yes, the heart rending, gut wrenching beauty of Beethoven's poems... And an angry German sounds like a 10 foot bloodtick on cocaine. Especially that fellow with the silly little mustache. Watching his speeches is like watching a combat-drugged monkey threatening corporal punishment on his banana if it persists in not opening itself. You'd really believe German was made for yelling. A yelling German is quite intimidating, I'll grant them that. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dalem Posted June 17, 2004 Share Posted June 17, 2004 Originally posted by Kobal2: And an angry German...Is there any other kind? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted June 17, 2004 Share Posted June 17, 2004 Originally posted by rleete: Still aspiring, Seanachai? Try harder. I think my only point of quibble with you is that I could never stand the tickling as you licked the soles of my feet. Nice to see that you've grown out of it. Did you at least use my name as your child's middle name? You should, given that the best efforts of your spermatozoa could never have overcome your wife's desire not to be impregnated by you, without my help. I feel bad about it, but I foresee great things for your child. I'm a bit confused about that, actually. I mean, We Olde Ones are sitting around the fire, passing the bottle from hand to hand, and foreseeing the progress of your child...and we see only good things. Bugger. Does your wife have any really, really close male friends with whom she spent a great deal of time before she announced her pregnancy? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
v42below Posted June 17, 2004 Share Posted June 17, 2004 Originally posted by Seanachai: Did you at least use my name as your child's middle name? You should, given that the best efforts of your spermatozoa could never have overcome your wife's desire not to be impregnated by you, without my help. Originally posted by Seanachai: Does your wife have any really, really close male friends with whom she spent a great deal of time before she announced her pregnancy? Sig material, both of those. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kobal2 Posted June 17, 2004 Share Posted June 17, 2004 Is there any other kind? Oh yes. There's also the suicidingly-sad-yet-enduring-their-bitter-life ones, like Goethe. I mean, We Olde Ones are sitting around the fire, passing the bottle from hand to hand, and foreseeing the progress of your child...and we see only good thingsThat may have something to do with said bottle. Although I'm told delirium is quite frightening, most of the times but hey, if it's *that* bad, why are LSD hippies always smiling ? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
v42below Posted June 17, 2004 Share Posted June 17, 2004 Originally posted by Kobal2: As Lambert Wilson puts it, cursing in French feels like wiping your arse with silk. Whilst cursing in Russian is like slowly and repeatedly driving a potatoe harverster over your oponent and dusting them with salt in between trips. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted June 17, 2004 Share Posted June 17, 2004 Originally posted by Kobal2: Is there any other kind? Oh yes. There's also the suicidingly-sad-yet-enduring-their-bitter-life ones, like Goethe. </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />I mean, We Olde Ones are sitting around the fire, passing the bottle from hand to hand, and foreseeing the progress of your child...and we see only good thingsThat may have something to do with said bottle. Although I'm told delirium is quite frightening, most of the times but hey, if it's *that* bad, why are LSD hippies always smiling ? </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kobal2 Posted June 17, 2004 Share Posted June 17, 2004 Whilst cursing in Russian is like slowly and repeatedly driving a potatoe harverster over your oponent and dusting them with salt in between trips.I don't know. Sounds like sledgehammering gnats. Sounds fun. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted June 17, 2004 Share Posted June 17, 2004 Originally posted by Kobal2: Ah, yes, the heart rending, gut wrenching beauty of Beethoven's poems... Don't be stupid. Music exists, and people create it. Everyone works inside the space within their own head. Do you seriously think anyone, if their head was filled with nothing more than trash, nothing more than ugliness, could have produced the works of Beethoven? I think not. I may make mock, I may belittle, but I am not such a fool as to think that beauty ever settles on one language, race, religion. or nation. So much beauty. So little time to kick each and every one of you useless, sodding bastards in the arse. Heh! Serves you right, you pillocks! There's no sodding way that 'beauty' is ever going to settle on any of you lot, Ladies of the 'Pool and cooks, excepted, of course. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
v42below Posted June 17, 2004 Share Posted June 17, 2004 Originally posted by Kobal2: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Whilst cursing in Russian is like slowly and repeatedly driving a potatoe harverster over your oponent and dusting them with salt in between trips.I don't know. Sounds like sledgehammering gnats. Sounds fun. </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest PondScum Posted June 17, 2004 Share Posted June 17, 2004 The mad gnome sent me a turn, so I thought I'd stop by the old insane asylum and see what else has changed in the last six months. Oooooh, "Quick Reply" box. Perfect for drive-by muggings. Mildly disappointed that mon petite generale still remembers how to breath, though. Also, who let the kobolds in? Worse than feckin' goblins. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest PondScum Posted June 17, 2004 Share Posted June 17, 2004 Originally posted by Boo Radley, human punch bag: If I've left anyone out, rest assured that it was on purpose. Or porpoise... -------------------- Junior Justiciar Pro Tempore De Jure of the Peng Challenge ThreadBoo, my beamish boy! You have a promotion, I see. A battlefield promotion, I trust - "Pro Tempore De Jure" means "I bumped off Old Joe to get this job", right? But enough of that. Do you hear them still, Boo? The crying of the lambs? Care to try for 0-and-5? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dalem Posted June 17, 2004 Share Posted June 17, 2004 Originally posted by PondScum: The mad gnome sent me a turn, so I thought I'd stop by the old insane asylum and see what else has changed in the last six months. Oooooh, "Quick Reply" box. Perfect for drive-by muggings. Mildly disappointed that mon petite generale still remembers how to breath, though. Also, who let the kobolds in? Worse than feckin' goblins. I remembrane this one. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted June 17, 2004 Share Posted June 17, 2004 Originally posted by PondScum: The mad gnome sent me a turn, so I thought I'd stop by the old insane asylum and see what else has changed in the last six months. Oooooh, "Quick Reply" box. Perfect for drive-by muggings. Mildly disappointed that mon petite generale still remembers how to breath, though. Also, who let the kobolds in? Worse than feckin' goblins. Ah, Pondscum. Ready for a jolly singsong, eh? I've just the one... I was painting a still life this morning Of a throat lozenge sitting on a copy Of Tropic of Cancer The only thing weird about it Is that a year ago, I never thought I'd paint anything again I decided I wasn't ever gonna paint again It didn't bother me too much Warhol's dead, David Hockney's still alive I don't need to paint I painted over ten thousand paintings Sad ones, funny ones, dark ones, and light ones I've done haystacks And rich old ladies by their pools Wearing nothing but a scarf I've painted everything there was to paint Now it was time to sit back Give interviews Hang out at club med Get on the internet Take stock of what I've done You know, the best friend I ever had was a dog It sounds like a cliche unless it's happened to you Some days that dog was the only reason I even got out of bed That dog went everywhere with me And then I heard the crack addicts Were stealin' dogs and selling them for animal research It sounded like an urban myth to me Like the mouse in the Coke bottle But I started leavin' her at home after that You know, Paula was my wife for a while She ran off to Paris with the great grandson of Van Gogh A cartoonist who did fashion graphics for Le Monde When Paula left she took my dog I never saw her again Except in the court during the custody battle She won and got to keep the dog And I didn't speak to anyone for months You know sometimes it feels Like there's so much that you need Sometimes the world is upside down Sometimes it feels Like the only thing you need Is holdin' someone's hand as you walk through town I started hanging around with Dino He used to run a poker game back east Now he sells cappuccino to his old pals Tommy Chicago and Jimmy the Wig and Ugly Rose You know the best person I ever knew Was a Mormon woman named Estelle She still calls me drunk every few months And asks me stuff I don't want to talk about You can't talk to her very long unless you're drunk yourself Then we go all night She says, "Why baby, why baby, why baby, why Have you turned your back on love? You had so many chances Why have you let 'em all go by?" Well, one morning I was sitting in front of Dino's place with Jake the Shears, a guy from Philly Who gives free mohawks There were a couple of young painters I was hopin' to come by So I could give 'em some advice Yeah, I was sittin' there updating my list of enemies When this girl walks in And the universe kind of stops Turned out she drank the same tea as me It don't take more than that to start a conversation sometimes She believed collage was the greatest of all the arts And was busy pasting pictures of horses Next to ads for laundry soap Next to Mohammed Ali She had a turquoise in her ear And said Rachmaninoff was always in her head Later that day I was trying to describe her to Jimmy the Wig I couldn't find any words And I realized I'd started to sketch her chin Somehow it didn't look right I scratched it out and tried it again I filled an entire pad I threw it away, I never even came close For six days I sat at Dino's place The rain wouldn't quit and no one came in Finally on the seventh day it cleared And in she walked I asked her to sit with me And ibought her a cup of tea And I asked her to model for me sometime That afternoon I was at a canvas She was wearing a yellow dress I swore if she let me, I'd get it right I've painted over ten thousand paintings Sad ones, funny ones, dark ones, and light ones But sitting there, it was like I couldn't even Write my own name I apologized and said, "It's been a few months If you have patience, I'll get the hang of it again" In the next few weeks, I painted her hundreds of times If I get the nose right, the chin's too long If I get 'em both right, the face is too thin But I keep after it and one day I get it all right I painted a still life this morning Of a throat lozenge sitting on a copy of Tropic of Cancer The only weird thing about it Is I never thought I'd paint anything again I think I might go visit Estelle Those Utah mountains are good for the soul I'll bring my brushes And some Jack Daniels And we can make up for lost time She said, "Why baby, why baby, why baby why? Have you turned your back on love You had so many chances Why do you let 'em all go by? Why baby, why baby, why baby why? Have you turned your back on love You had so many chances Why do you let 'em all go by?" Sometimes it seems like there's so much that you need Sometimes the world is upside down Sometimes it seems like the only thing you need Is holdin' someone's hand as you walk through town "Estelle" -Dan Bern [ June 17, 2004, 04:26 AM: Message edited by: Seanachai ] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rune Posted June 17, 2004 Share Posted June 17, 2004 See, told you Gods amd Generals was shorter and more to the point. Rune [ June 17, 2004, 07:02 AM: Message edited by: rune ] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kobal2 Posted June 17, 2004 Share Posted June 17, 2004 Don't be stupid. Music exists, and people create it. Everyone works inside the space within their own head. Do you seriously think anyone, if their head was filled with nothing more than trash, nothing more than ugliness, could have produced the works of Beethoven? I think not.You know, toomfooleries set aside, that could be a pretty good philosophical question : is the music you compose influenced by the language you think in ? Had that marvellous genius Beethoven been born Irish, would his music have been the same (I'm convinced this whole sentence is messed up, syntax wise.) ? I've always felt art was transcending borders myself, that beauty was somehow innate inside the artist's mind, but debating such notion would be a nice intellectual game. Of course, once again, expressing matters of intellectual nature in the den of amadans that is the Peng is the sure sign of a misguided mind, you small scale whiskey jar. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nidan1 Posted June 17, 2004 Share Posted June 17, 2004 Originally posted by Kobal2: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Don't be stupid. Music exists, and people create it. Everyone works inside the space within their own head. Do you seriously think anyone, if their head was filled with nothing more than trash, nothing more than ugliness, could have produced the works of Beethoven? I think not.You know, toomfooleries set aside, that could be a pretty good philosophical question : is the music you compose influenced by the language you think in ? Had that marvellous genius Beethoven been born Irish, would his music have been the same (I'm convinced this whole sentence is messed up, syntax wise.) ? I've always felt art was transcending borders myself, that beauty was somehow innate inside the artist's mind, but debating such notion would be a nice intellectual game. Of course, once again, expressing matters of intellectual nature in the den of amadans that is the Peng is the sure sign of a misguided mind, you small scale whiskey jar. </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nidan1 Posted June 17, 2004 Share Posted June 17, 2004 Last night, I had a flashback......been a long time, but now and then they hit me. My wife and I were sitting on the backyard deck, enjoying a quiet moment as the sun was setting. It started getting a little buggy, so my wife went inside to get the can of Cutter's insect repellent spray. (unbeknownst to me at the time). She came back outside and started spraying her arms and legs with the vile stuff.....in an instant the smell of it brought me back to that place , only for a few seconds, but I WAS THERE AGAIN, for that instant in time. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hortlund Posted June 17, 2004 Share Posted June 17, 2004 How do those flashbacks work Nidan? Is it just a feeling of being there, or do you start like...listening for incoming rounds and stuff like that too? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rune Posted June 17, 2004 Share Posted June 17, 2004 No No No, he had a flashback of actually being with his wife. Rune Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kobal2 Posted June 17, 2004 Share Posted June 17, 2004 For his wife's sake I hope he didn't whip out the machete. Although one could argue that decapitation is way better than a long life by Nidan1's side, obviously. EDIT : Take it to the GF, Frenchie, as I picture an intellectual discussion taking place in the Cesspool , an image of Seanachai taking a dump, while reading the "Humor in Uniform" section of the "Readers Digest" comes into view.Can't. I'm busy being called a neo-nazi over there, and I'm not multi-task. Me ! Neo-nazi ! A guy who dodged a THREE DAYS military obligation ! And you expect me to take something intellectual *there* ? T'would be like losing virginity all over again : much expectations, gross desillusion. [ June 17, 2004, 09:09 AM: Message edited by: Kobal2 ] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nidan1 Posted June 17, 2004 Share Posted June 17, 2004 Originally posted by Leutnant Hortlund: How do those flashbacks work Nidan? Is it just a feeling of being there, or do you start like...listening for incoming rounds and stuff like that too? Its always different...sometimes more or less intense, but always a feeling of being there. Oh, and rune , my wife hates your scenarios too...she says they are too loud, "can't you play one that has less of those BOOMING noises..." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted June 17, 2004 Share Posted June 17, 2004 Originally posted by Nidan1: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Leutnant Hortlund: How do those flashbacks work Nidan? Is it just a feeling of being there, or do you start like...listening for incoming rounds and stuff like that too? Its always different...sometimes more or less intense, but always a feeling of being there... </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lars Posted June 17, 2004 Share Posted June 17, 2004 Originally posted by Boo Radley: peeling potatoes First v42below and now you, Boo? Entering the Dan Quayle spelling bee are we? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rune Posted June 17, 2004 Share Posted June 17, 2004 Nidan1 To help you with your problem with your wife, I uploaded 4 scenarios to the scenario depot. Feel free to download them and turn your speakers up REALLY REALLY Loud. Glad to be of help... Rune Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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