Redefining misanthropy for a fresh generation. Standard posts begin with a definition from Ambrose Bierce's The Devil's Dictionary followed by a modern adjustment. Miscellany on Wednesday and storytelling on Saturday.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Bomb, or Bomb-shell
BOMB, or BOMB-SHELL, n. A besieger's argument in favor of capitulation, skillfully adapted to the understandings of women and children.
2010 Update: A particularly democratic form of authoritarianism.
2010 Update: United States Patent 4793258, A time fuze for unpredictably triggered scatter ammunition.
Said time fuze being initiated by an electrical trigger signal, comprising a cyclical counter which is supplied with counting pulses of high pulse frequency dependent upon a time period extending from the deployment of the scatter ammunition; and upon reaching a final count condition determined by the appearance of a switching information momentarily reached in said cyclical counter, said cyclical counter is counted further at a low pulse frequency into a pregiven triggering count condition for the emitting of the trigger signal.
Poor T&I. He's just getting clobbered with today's word choice. I hope he can recover. Although, it doesn't really matter to me because he never makes sense in the first place. It's his own fault. I have no sympathy for his predicament whatsoever.
The first letter from each line spells out the name ALICE PLEASANCE LIDDELL, the name of the ten-year-old child for which Lewis Carroll specifically wrote Alice In Wonderland.
A BOAT beneath a sunny sky, Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July -- Children three that nestle near, Eager eye and willing ear, Pleased a simple tale to hear -- Long has paled that sunny sky: Echoes fade and memories die: Autumn frosts have slain July. Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes. Children yet, the tale to hear, Eager eye and willing ear, Lovingly shall nestle near. In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Ever drifting down the stream -- Lingering in the golden dream -- Life, what is it but a dream?
21 comments:
Happy Birthday, Mr. President.
Bomb, or Bomb-shell: Barack Obama, Harry Reid, Nancy Pelosi, Alexander Haig to name a few
BOMBSHELL, n. a house gust from across the seas who came to wreck my home.
2010 Update: United States Patent 4793258, A time fuze for unpredictably triggered scatter ammunition.
Said time fuze being initiated by an electrical trigger signal, comprising a cyclical counter which is supplied with counting pulses of high pulse frequency dependent upon a time period extending from the deployment of the scatter ammunition; and upon reaching a final count condition determined by the appearance of a switching information momentarily reached in said cyclical counter, said cyclical counter is counted further at a low pulse frequency into a pregiven triggering count condition for the emitting of the trigger signal.
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That's really funny, Quilly.
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You're right, Nessa, this is fun. Happy Birthday, Marilyn Monroe.
Quick poll... who was the bigger bomb-shell:
1) Marilyn Monroe
2) Anna Nicole
3) Courtney Love
4) Pam Anderson
5) Ayla Brown
Mmmmm....I got nothing good.
Not that I'm usually stopped by having nothing good. But I'm being nice to you today. 'Cause you da bomb.
Was that a caterpillar or centipede smoking the bomb in Alice In Wonderland? Great children's story.
An explosive that is its own casualty.
Tom and Icy...it was the Caterpillar and of course Alice in Wonderland is an adult story...
The Bomb or bomb-shell: Depends on whether it's preceded by a "the" or an "a".
One is my boyfriend the other is my boyfriends sister.
Poor T&I. He's just getting clobbered with today's word choice. I hope he can recover. Although, it doesn't really matter to me because he never makes sense in the first place. It's his own fault. I have no sympathy for his predicament whatsoever.
My favorite bomb is a blonde female.
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Hip, Dangerous, Out of our league...gratefully..
Movin on...happily...
shock and awe
Peace
The first letter from each line spells out the name ALICE PLEASANCE LIDDELL, the name of the ten-year-old child for which Lewis Carroll specifically wrote Alice In Wonderland.
A BOAT beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July --
Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear --
Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream --
Lingering in the golden dream --
Life, what is it but a dream?
Nice, Nessa.
Thom, I bet you can name more.
Quilly, I'm sure I don't know what you mean.
Try enforcing that patent, Karen.
Happy birthday, Nessa and Karen.
Sauerkraut, that 5th on is the new Senator's daughter?
Thanks, Actonbell, and my definition isn't even metro.
You da bomb, blogmama.
Caterpillar,Icy. I think it was a hukah, though.
And mourned for that, Bill.
Tight, Alice. I should have waited for our expert.
Karen, Icy writes some of the wittiest comments on this site. I think it helps that he doesn't always feel the need to grade his fellows.
Mrs. Jim, I assume, Jim.
Keep on truckin', 'Lana.
Peace, Bear.
That's the stuff, Tom.
I may add, this blog would not be what it is without Tom&Icy.
Doug my dear sweet man, you don't want to understand Quilly's comment. Trust me LOL :) Quilly...excellent :)
The Mischievous Dog
A DOG used to run up quietly
to the heels of everyone he met,
and to bite them without notice.
His master suspended a bell
about his neck so that
the Dog might give notice
of his presence wherever he went.
Thinking it a mark of distinction,
the Dog grew proud of his bell
and went tinkling it all
over the marketplace.
One day an old hound
said to him:
Why do you make such an exhibition of yourself?
That bell that you carry
is not, believe me,
any order of merit,
but on the contrary
a mark of disgrace,
a public notice to all men
to avoid you as an
ill mannered dog."
Moral: Notoriety is often mistaken for fame.
You may add that, Ariel. I'd agree.
Thom, I'm playing stupid as the best alternative to being right.
Great fable, whoever left that. If I'd heard it before I started this blog, I might not have started this blog.
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