Ffolkes,
T’is Sunday once again, and my, my, doesn’t he have a good grasp of the obvious? As an introductory phrase, naming the day meets only the minimum standards for opening ploys. There are certainly more choices, many of which are much more compelling, so why choose one that merely sets the stage in re: time, but says naught else about place, or circumstance, or mood, or any of hundreds of other non-default literary devices for leading off a new document? (Whew, gotta learn to watch that sentence length; that one was so long I forgot it was a question!) Well, I’ll tell ya why, if you’ll keep your pants on……
I’m lazy. I admit it. Hard work is just that, hard, and I find little reason for engaging in it except under the most urgent circumstances. I’ve found that probably 95% of the time, because of the power of imagination and creative thought, I can come up with another method of achieving the desired end result that uses much less grunt power than the usual way. Applying the principles of physics is especially helpful for those occasions when large appliances or furniture, at the behest of our distaff companions, require a new configuration. I’ve found over the years that the science of vectors, and the principles of the fulcrum, are particularly valuable in such situations in keeping exhaustion at bay. Plus it’s always nice to be admired for one’s brain, rather than always hearing praise for one’s brawn.
So don’t be shy, men, use your head, instead of always assuming the role of mule. It’s just as effective, and guarantees that your deodorant won’t fail you at a critical intimate moment……here are some little snippets to help stimulate the old grey cells, just a little bit….don’t want to get carried away on most folks’ day off…….
We dwell at the bottom of the sky.
For now the poet cannot die,
Nor leave his music as of old,
But round him ere he scarce be cold
Begins the scandal and the cry.
— Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
— To ——, after reading a Life and Letters
In all matters of opinion, our adversaries are insane. — Oscar Wilde
“Progress is impossible without change, and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.” — George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950)
How lov’d, how honour’d once avails thee not,
To whom related, or by whom begot;
A heap of dust alone remains of thee:
‘T is all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
— Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
— To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, Line 71
Vulnerant omnia, ultima necat. [All the [hours] wound you, the last one kills.] — Latin Proverb
Wisdom indeed! Mind its virtual nature though, and apply with caution…..y’all take care out there…..
Sometimes I sits and thinks,
and sometimes
I just sits.
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Kowabunga!
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