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Apropos of nothing at all: To split or not to split

“Honest, prof,” the physics major said. “It was either split my infinities or split my infinitives, and to boldly chose, I choose the later.”

“The structure of a sentence may not be as wondrous as that of the universe,” the English professor said, doing his best to keep his umbrage in check. “But let me assure you, young Einstein, that to split your infinitives instead of your infinities has forced me to put an end to your escapades with an un-split grade of ‘F.’”

From that day forward, the physics student split infinitives no more, going to and fro, but boldly no more.

So what moral can you take from this little tale of woe?

Split your wood, split your pants, split your atoms, and if you must, split your mind, but to split your infinitives can lead to an infinitely bad time.

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Some words to live by

On the political front:
A member of Parliament to Disraeli: “Sir, you will either die on the gallows or of some unspeakable disease.”
“That depends, Sir,” said Disraeli, “whether I embrace your policies or your mistress.”
[Editor’s note: Only the line “Sir, I knew Jack Kennedy and you’re no Jack Kennedy” comes close to this in recent U.S. politics. Too bad we don’t have more of it.]

“He uses statistics as a drunken man uses lamp-posts… for support rather than illumination.”
Andrew Lang (1844-1912)

Do opposites attract?
“He had delusions of adequacy.”
Walter Kerr

“He is a self-made man and worships his creator.”
John Bright

“He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire.”
Winston Churchill

Words for the dead and dying:
“I didn’t attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.”
Mark Twain

“I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure.”
Clarence Darrow

“I’ve just learned about his illness. Let’s hope it’s nothing trivial.”
Irvin S. Cobb

On the literary front:
“He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary.”
William Faulkner (about Ernest Hemingway)

“Thank you for sending me a copy of your book; I’ll waste no time reading it.”
Moses Hadas

Literary point and counterpoint:
George Bernard Shaw to Winston Churchill:
“I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play; bring a friend, if you have one.” –
Winston Churchill, in response:
“Cannot possibly attend first night, will attend second …. if there is one.”

Musical accompaniment:
“He has Van Gogh’s ear for music.”
Billy Wilder

Instead of saying your mother wears army boots:
“His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork.”
Mae West

“He loves nature in spite of what it did to him.”
Forrest Tucker

For the man (or woman) who has everything:
“He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends.”
Oscar Wilde

“I feel so miserable without you; it’s almost like having you here.”
Stephen Bishop

“He is not only dull himself; he is the cause of dullness in others.”
Samuel Johnson

“He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up.”
Paul Keating

“In order to avoid being called a flirt, she always yielded easily.”
Charles, Count Talleyrand

When the evening has come and gone not the way you hoped:
“Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go.”
Oscar Wilde

“I’ve had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn’t it.”
Groucho Marx

The last word, or not:
“Why do you sit there looking like an envelope without any address on it?”
Mark Twain

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The misunderstood PPE gargles

The misunderstood PPE gargles
Are related to the ancient fargles.
They live in a land
Of neither rock nor sand,
But they fit over eyes like sparkles.

These oddly named PPE gargles
Can only be worn by gargoyles.
When they sit on the edge
Of a building or ledge
The gargles give their eyes stargles.

These stargles come out in the night
When there is no moon or no light.
And only the gargoyles can see
With their gargles PPE
All the wonders and terrible frights.

Fargles were gargles of a time
When the gargoyles lived in the brine.
And all they could see
Without the fargles that be
Was the salt, the sea, and the grime.

Gargoyle with his PPE gargles

Gargoyle with his PPE gargles

Now armed with their PPE gargles
Gargoyles with stare at their stargles
They will sit on their ledge
Whole worlds in their heads.
And nary burp, nor chirp, nor hargle.

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Quote of the day — programming

Programming today is a race between software engineers striving to build bigger and better idiot-proof programs, and the Universe trying to produce bigger and better idiots. So far, the Universe is winning.
–Rich Cook

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From the Grand Panjandrum’s non-sequitur department

Questions you are not likely to see on CPR class form:

  • 1) If an employee already looks dead, do you:
      A) try to revive them
      B) first look around for any office supplies you can pilfer/use and then try to revive them
      C) pilfer and let them be, leaving the decision to try to revive to the next co-worker who stumbles across the body?
  • 2) CPR stands for:
      A) Cash Preferred by Retailer
      B) Cash Preferred by Resuscitator (The I can’t spend glory principle.)
      C) Cardiac Pulmonary Rest (What is happening when you can’t breathe and your heart has stopped beating)?
  • Other questions may become available as time and dementia permits.

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    A shot across the bow of humor

    Following the tragic death of the Human Cannonball at the Kent Show, a spokesman said, “We’ll struggle to get another man of the same caliber.”

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    Sometimes it doesn’t pay to abbreviate

    From the local newspaper, two TV listings that caught my eye:

    (COOK) Extra Virgin Gabriele and Debi get chickens from fresh eggs.

    [Is this an example of the philosophical conundrum: which came first, the chicken or the (fresh) egg?]

    (HGTV) Donna Decorates Dallas A teen wants a rich, Texas hunting lodge-style in his room.

    [I guess it wasn’t enough that Debbie did Dallas already, now it has to be decorated in a rich, Texas hunting lodge style. And for a teen, no less.]

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    The Kibitizer and the Kidd, part 3

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    The apothecary was almost done making the cough drops, but the Kibitzer was tired of watching. He ho-hummed to himself, took another bite of some slightly stale popcorn, and decided watching was not always what he had pictured it would be. It was a very unpleasant observation and it did not sit well him or his stomach. The popcorn didn’t help. He belched once in hopes of relief.

    It was during the descent of the belch out of his mouth that he heard what sounded like a pop, saw the delivery boy run out of the saloon, and then watched as lightning tripped the light fantastic across the kid’s body.

    He then saw another two or three people scurry out of the saloon as if escaping an unpleasantry, like a distant relative’s interminable funeral or a spelling bee where they were next up and the word was interminable.

    The Kibitzer forgot all about the cough drops and stepped outside, glancing toward the sky as if somehow he could observe a bolt of lightning before it hit him, and then considered running through the rain to the other side of the street.

    That’s when a young lady came up and kneed him in the groin.

    The Kibitzer dropped to the wooden sidewalk, balled up, and began rocking back and forth as if it might dissipate the pain.

    “My name’s Bonnie,” she said, leaning over him. “No man leaves my apothecary without payin’ for what he ordered.”

    “I wasn’t leaving,” the Kibitzer said, his teeth still clenched.

    Finally, he rolled over onto all fours.

    “Didn’t you see the kid out there? He got struck by lightning?”

    Bonnie shrugged. “Happens a lot lately. He’ll be okay. Nobody in this town dies anymore. Been bad for my business, I tell you.”

    The Kibitzer was again standing fully erect, if feeling a little tender. The rain had slackened to almost a light drizzle.

    “We already lost two undertakers and the saw bones has gone back to yankin’ teeth. If it weren’t for medicinals for that, I’d probably be blowin’ in the wind, too.” She then slipped him the bill for the cough drops.

    The Kibitzer looked at it. “What, no discount for the laying on of hands?”

    She smiled at him, then raised her hand. In the muddled light of the evening, she still looked quite menacing. “I didn’t finish.”

    The Kibitzer paid her and gave her a generous tip.

    He then dashed out into the rain, forgetting the cough drops.

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    Apropos of nothing at all

    Oh, if my client weren’t thin,

    I might try again

    To give ol’ Ozzie a wondrous spin.

    But as it stands now,

    I’d have to be more than a cow

    To udderly grasp the glass teat, oh how?

    And if I chocked the chicken

    It might take a lickin’

    And come round a pickin’

    a row

    with the cow

    or a sow

    somehow.

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    There once was a man with waders

    There once was a man with waders
    Who thought he might find him some gators
    down at his creek,
    where the trash did seep
    left often by unkind invaders.

    Man in waders

    Man trying on waders, getting ready for First Creek Greenway Cleanup, Saturday, September 24th, 9 AM to noon,

    It was Saturday, September 24th
    when the man and his friends set a course.
    from nine until noon
    and not a moment too soon
    to put an end to this trashy discourse.

    So come to First Creek and discover
    “treasures” left by some unkind others:
    shopping carts and flat tires,
    pay phones, couches, and wires
    and stuff that the creek tries to smother.

    Bring tools and gloves for your hands;
    pick up trash for as long as you can.
    Once done, we will eat
    Magpies cupcakes, Three Rivers treats
    and be glad we helped the creek and the land.

    Magpies cupcakes

    Magpies cupcakes and Three Rivers Market treats will be served up after the cleanup.

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