That's what I thought. I'll just have to remain 'an unlistener' for the time being. I'm pushing myself to stay up until midnight most nights, so it's not a practicable proposition at the present time:[[
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That's what I thought. I'll just have to remain 'an unlistener' for the time being. I'm pushing myself to stay up until midnight most nights, so it's not a practicable proposition at the present time:[[
This reminds me of being a kid and listening to my trasitor radio at midnight tucked under my pillow.
I remember listening to the round-by-round updates of the Frazier/Ali fight [[the first one) when I was a kid. It was one of the first "closed circuit" fights and nobody that I knew could afford to watch it, so the local radio station provided updates to everybody. Those transistor radios were great.
The music on my transistor really took my fancy, when I was doing my homework in my bedroom. I heard my first Motown there.
One time, I was tackling some Religious Knowledge work, composing a piece on The Parable of the Wicked Husbandmen.
Thankfully, before I handed it in, I spotted that I'd actually entitled it 'The Parable Of The Walker Brothers'.......
Freud would have been so proud... That is a classic recounting, by the way.
It's absolutely true, and simple proof of what we all can do, when our mind is distracted.
If you'll pardon my language: I recall leading a meeting for my employees at the beginning of another overtime day in the warehouse. I went through what needed to be done and had to tell them that we would be using a forklift with a special slip-sheeting attachment to unload a couple of sea containers. Only I said "sleep-shit attachment"... :[[
About a minute into my next point, I started laughing because I realized what I said and none of them, in their morning stupor, did. Of course, I had to explain why I had to stop the meeting to get it out of my system.
Ha! That's another of those "do I simply continue and hope no-one noticed, or do I mention it, in case they did?" moments.
I had to explain it because I was laughing too hard... It's like that sometimes.
I LAUGH OUT LOUD ALL THE TIME AND EXPLAIN IT TO MYSELF LATER...[I don't always get the joke].
"He who laughs last has just seen another meaning." [Mad Magazine's marginal department]
'Last Laughers' are a gift to anyone playing comedy to a live audience. They invariably start the audience laughing all over again....
Except when the only person laughing is the guy who laughs late. When the comedian isn't funny, some people laugh at his/her discomfort. I have been known o an to do that, myself.
Yes, it's uncomfortable watching someone 'die' on stage.
Still, better to laugh and make a sound, than sit in embarrassed silence.
And most definitely better to laugh at anything than to scream "you suck!" at the poor guy before initiating a cascade of boos and/or whistles.
Was it the Apollo theatre where aspiring acts would put on a show and, if the audience responded negatively, someone then came out from the wings with a big hook...?
It was worse than that. At the Apollo, the Sandman comes out with a broom and he tap dances as he sweeps you off the stage to loud applause. Oh, and don't forget the Gong Show, where they'd strike a gong to signal your elimination.
"Next!!" would usually suffice, but what you're describing does contain much more potential for the theatre and audience participation. All in the business of show.
Especially because the audience is usually booing so loudly that if Sandman does not do his thing, violence might break out. I don't know that it might happen, but they are a tough crowd and they want entertainment, not to have their time wasted or their intelligence insulted.
The possibility of violence breaking out would be a most effective way of ensuring a place is closed down completely.:[[
I don't know how it is over there, but the theme for the Millennium in the US is to do it if the impulse strikes you. Let everybody else worry about consequences because it's not like they had to shut your favorite club just because you shot six people when somebody gave you a dirty look for bumping into them. Right?
It's not totally unheard of here, but it's not common.
Perhaps we're not as volatile as some of the US citizens, although some sections of society in London and other cities are more given to spontaneous shows of violence and the use of firearms, legal or otherwise.
What's become of us? The World is closer than ever but we cannot get along with our neighbors?
Most people do get along, but are still quick to see the differences in other people, not the common factors.
We probably have too much, and there are too many of us, at least in some places.
Many people think just for themselves, and display little intelligence, and courtesy.
During the last century, two World Wars meant people did not have as much, and were obliged to work together.
Take your pick from that little lot....
Or, as it has been stated, perhaps the devil's greatest achievement was to convince the world that he doesn't exist. Who wants to believe that the bad guy in the group photo is himself? We look at others with a wary eye, thinking that they have designs to harm us, not realizing that we are projecting our anxieties on them.
If any one of us sets out to be consistently really bad, or even consistently really good, then we'd best prepare for loneliness to be our closest friend.
People are generally not comfortable in the company of others who exhibit extremes in virtue. They'd rather read about such behaviour, or see it on display in a film.
Trouble is, every one of us has the capacity to be really good, or bad. Keeping those extremes in check seems to be the secret - and also the daily challenge......:confused:
Of course, what is considered "good" or "bad" is determined by who's doing the consideration. I'm pretty sure that the families of the 10,000 or so conscripted storm troopers that Luke Skywalker killed on the Death Star didn't regard him as a hero.
Yes, it does all hinge on whose side we are on, and our association, if any, with whatever takes place.
First and last, we have to be on our own side, in our heart. Problems can tend to start for us when we're not exactly clear on what that might entail.
It's better to have a crisis of confidence before you take that irrevocable life-altering action...
I find that going to bed, and then starting again the next morning, usually gets things into perspective.:)
I know, but sometimes it's so hard to get out of bed when you know something bad has to be faced that day. It should help us to know that today's problems will be forgotten as soon as we wake up tomorrow to face the next set of worries, but it usually does not. I guess we just owe ourselves the chance to see tomorrow.
That's a really interesting response, Jerry. Almost as if you are fully accustomed to tackling matters clearly in your own mind, but there could also be a tendency that, in taking them forward, leads to you carrying them out in perhaps an oblique, abstract fashion.
One way which helps me immeasurably is, wherever possible, to concentrate on dealing with issues within a buffer zone of 48 hours. That, of course, involves TWO nights sleep.
Example : when I was at school, I would research, read and write-up information. It wasn't until one clear day had passed, before that specific information fully registered with me, and I could recall at least large parts of it, rather than just random, isolated facts.
Example: a radio station would play a new Motown record. I might hear it once, then look forward to hearing it again. When one clear day had passed, I had it in my mind. After that, a cue of one or two notes, heard in the distance, was all I needed, and I found I had it.
Example: if I revised information for an examination, I was far more comfortable with comprehensively retrieving the information from my memory only after one clear day had passed.
So now, I draw up a list at least for the next day. I can go to sleep feeling I am prepared for the task, and knowing what I am to do, which makes me feel I can go steadily through the next day. I then only have to check the notes, if I have to wait a further day. I think this does help me keep self-doubts at bay. I'm quick to be interested in little bits of information, but the downside is a tendency to have all the attention span of a gnat! LOL
Sometimes, an idea for a change of mind for the better, does come to me on that first day - which is an opportunity not open to me had I not made any plans in the first place.
I guess it must simply be something to do with the brain of each of us needing a certain timescale to deal with information.........
I was thinking in a much more general sense. How many times have we had to face a day after we lost someone to death or a failed relationship and had to go through that troubling period with the knowledge that the pain is going to be there? And yet, a year or so down the line, we no longer carry it so acutely if at all. Some dread taking tests at school or having tell the folks that they failed the test. And yet, somewhere down the line, we have other concerns that crowd that experience out of our minds. The lesson is to realize that nothing is going to happen today that you cannot overcome, so long as you survive the day. It may be hard, but we just have hang on until the sun comes up tomorrow.
Hey, that should be in a song...
There was a little girl, red hair, who sang something similar. Had a dog with her....
You guys need a-pick me up...i once had a cute little pooch who helped me drink my hooch,we both got drunk an went to the sun to and got hot foot.
Man, I thought that you were on your way to a great poem until I realized that the only thing that rhymes with "pooch" and "hooch" is something that is inappropriate to type or read during family hour. Well, and "couch", which is not something you sit on when it rhymes with "hooch" and "pooch". Coincidentally, it is a homophone for that other word that I was writing about. So, I guess I let the cat out of the bag for "cooch". Coincidentally, "cat" is a synonym for an even more inappropriate word for "cooch" that I can't even type without feeling dirty...
You should be ashamed of yourself.
Shovels ready? We've got more snow coming tomorrow night and into Thursday!
It's too bad it can't be re-sold, so someone can make some money. Aren't there any Eskimos who could use more snow?
There are a few around here who could sell it to them.
Arr&bee, have you ever considered going into snow business?
We're going to have sunny and 62 degrees [[17 celsius) today to having two inches of snow and a high temp of 28 degrees [[-2 celsius) tomorrow. There must be a candid camera out there somewhere.
Nature must be having a laugh.
If the order of those temperatures was reversed, it would make some sense....