[Several jokes that would only have confirmed your diagnosis predacted.]
I'm liking the sequence of posts today.
So anyway, to continue the cat butt discussion that was curtailed elsewhere...wait, I'll get back to that later.
Waitaminute. Is that Ann Coulter in the far right photo?
So wait, why would she break a nail?
So Unfogged is now a wwtdd.com filter site?
Yes, why? She doesn't look malnourished.
So wait, why would she break a nail?
Is this one of those questions indicating that women and men perceive spatial relations differently?
Yeah ... that's it ... Now lean over and kiss her neck ... gently ... oh, yeah ....
Break a nail? A reference to Ms Biel's rock-hard ass, I'd imagine.
Where is it on the Mohs scale, oudemia?
I've always been fond of corundum, but let's put her at topaz. Hasn't anyone seen Blade 3?
I can't check out anything on WWTDD (corporate firewall blocks it) - can anyone fill me in? Who ARE these people?
I am frankly astonished that TV writers can't browse any damn website they please.
T%he one being groped is Jessica Biel./
It's just what it looks like. Chicks with butts.
We get a splash page of Sylvester the Cat with his eyes agog and a giant 'SUFFERIN' SUCCOTASH!!'
Kind of funny, really.
I was just talking to our writers' asst about how odd it is that there's no bar on the lot. I'm sure the offices are loaded with booze but still -
Moira, Jessica Biel is being groped by woman unknown, while putative Biel boyfriend (male head and ear on left) Justin Timberlake stands around.
Oh, her 'trainer' checking out her glutes, I'm sure.
Break a nail? A reference to Ms Biel's rock-hard ass, I'd imagine.
Why would anyone fantasize about a woman having a rock-hard ass?
Where is it on the Mohs scale, oudemia?
I like my women the way I like my talc: soft, with pearly luster and perfect cleavage.
i like my women the way i like my iron pyrites--flashy and worthless.
I like my talc the way I like my women: ground up exceeding fine and in a plastic carton.
I like talc, women, and iron pyrite, each for their own unique reason.
I like my women the way I like my talc; soft enough to scratch with a fingernail.
27--
nobody uses the phrase "exceeding fine" as a double adverb, unless they have heard the line from plutarch:
the mills of god grind slowly, but they grind exceeding fine.
i like my women to have an unquenchable apatite.
nobody uses the phrase "exceeding fine" as a double adverb, unless they have heard the line from plutarch
Is this a descriptive or a normative statement?
nobody asks whether statements are descriptive or normative unless they're looking for trouble.
it's just not the done thing.
I like my women like I like my fingernails: unable to be broken on an ass.
I like my women the way I like my cat's anal glands: expressive
I like my women like I like my rum, twelve years old and mixed up in coke.
30: That's from Plutarch? I thought it was from the German.
I like my women the way I like my mills: slow but fine.
no matter what she tips 'em,
my baby always gyps 'em.
There's actually a song about this.
I like my men like I like my women: easily bossed around.
37--
dude--you mean you haven't read de sera numinis vindicta?
of course it's in plutarch. though the actual quote is not by him--he just quotes an anonymous archaic hexameter that goes:
opse theôn aleousi muloi, aleousi de lepta.
german--pah. fie on your german.
I like my mills dark, satanic, and utilitarian.
I like my women......... single and happy! Like me! Except without the alcoholism and grumpiness, and with cute boobs.
I like my women the way I like my men: like my women
there, there, john.
i'm sure your boobs are very cute.
perky, too!
i want to start an a capella singing group called
the dark satanic mills brothers
And it goes a little something like this:
I am your quarry, your mine
Mineral emblems define
Sublunar love: Here are nine.
Adamant is a hard stone
Harder is being alone
Your whereabouts unknown.
I feel an attraction to you
Just as certain metals do
For lode.
Inconstant selenite
Waxes, wanes
You are my delight
Despite your tendency to do the same.
As carbon will become
diamond
When pressured, so we come
Through love to realize our (incomprehensible)
When there is mirth,
You're the salt of my earth: the perfect condiment.
When there is strife,
You're the spice of my life, a vital aliment.
Clay is an old cliché
Meaning flesh.
It all blows away. So let's enjoy the stuff while it's still fresh.
Micah reflects the light of another
Is in itself incapable of coruscation
Lovers beware!
When heated scolecite lengthens,
Squirms - not unlike the worm
Which looks for lodgings in a pearly urn.
Phosphor's citrine glow
Is barely bright enough to show
The macle of our love
Two crystals grown together.
(From the album Kew. Rhone., which is really good.
oh.
maybe the melody is really catchy?
i was hoping for a song about scaling mohs.
Judge for yourself, bitzer. I think the song's good.
William Blake basically prophesied Utilitarianism. The phrase "dark Satanic Mills" is from "Jerusalem" (1804), whereas Mill only became a Utilitarian in 1808 or thereabouts.
And John Stuart Mill was born in 1806.
54--
no, i'm content to have you judge for me.
if you think it's good, bubbelah, then i think it's good.
51: Sounds like Kate Bush on acid... jazz.
I like my acid jazz like most men like their women: structurally uncomfortable.
I'm surprised James Mill didn't have young John Stuart baptized in the church of utility earlier.
I love my albino bush pigs the way I love myself.
61--
can't think why it would be.
i'm pretty sure emerson is white, so miscegenation is not an issue.
Jeremy Bentham was an odd one.
From his will (he died 6 June 1832), instructions for the Auto-Icon (which is housed at University College London):
My body I give to my dear friend Doctor Southwood Smith to be disposed of in a manner hereinafter mentioned, and I direct ... he will take my body under his charge and take the requisite and appropriate measures for the disposal and preservation of the several parts of my bodily frame in the manner expressed in the paper annexed to this my will and at the top of which I have written Auto Icon. The skeleton he will cause to be put together in such a manner as that the whole figure may be seated in a chair usually occupied by me when living, in the attitude in which I am sitting when engaged in thought in the course of time employed in writing. I direct that the body thus prepared shall be transferred to my executor. He will cause the skeleton to be clad in one of the suits of black occasionally worn by me. The body so clothed, together with the chair and the staff in the my later years bourne by me, he will take charge of and for containing the whole apparatus he will cause to be prepared an appropriate box or case and will cause to be engraved in conspicuous characters on a plate to be affixed thereon and also on the labels on the glass cases in which the preparations of the soft parts of my body shall be contained ... my name at length with the letters ob: followed by the day of my decease. If it should so happen that my personal friends and other disciples should be disposed to meet together on some day or days of the year for the purpose of commemorating the founder of the greatest happiness system of morals and legislation my executor will from time to time cause to be conveyed to the room in which they meet the said box or case with the contents therein to be stationed in such part of the room as to the assembled company shall seem meet.
61: in most states except Utah. Good on you, Emerson! Albino bush pigs need love too. However, I do suggest moving to Utah before the authorities hear about this. (or Alaska, where most laws go uninforced.)
63--
well, sure. and at least through the early 1990s' the body was still on display in a hallway in university college, london.
dunno if it still is. and there was a pub around the corner called 'bentham's head', which i imagine is probably still there, too.
but what's the odd part?
got the name wrong, but it is just around the corner:
http://fancyapint.com/pubs/pub943.html
It's really satisfying to me to see the Romantics mentioned and cited so often on this blog lately. A year or so ago everybody was an Augustan, and those of us who mentioned Hazlitt and his contemporaries seemed to have committed a faux pas.
63: According to 'The Age of the Economist':
"...his will provided that his body be embalmed and once a year seated at the meeting of the university's trustees as a reminder of the principles on which the university was established. This grisly ritual continued to be performed until recently, using a wax head instead of the shrunken real one, which was kept in storage." (italics mine)
Hmph. What unnatural act do you accuse me of? I merely have a pure, platonic love of albino bush pigs.
The real head was supposedly stored because frat-boy types kept stealing it.
I love my albino bush pigs the way I love myself.
I merely have a pure, platonic love of albino bush pigs.
I'm impressed by the platonic purity of your self-love.
I have no clue what Idp is talking about.
Apparently other people here, perhaps Canadians, love their albino bush pigs and selves in some creepy way. But not me!
71: No one has claimed it was unnatural. Immoral, maybe, but definitely not unnatural.
As a Christian, I must learn from the example of Onan and have a strictly platonic relationship with myself. So anal is fine.
74: I think IDP means that where once we spoke in tones of coolly ironic detachment, we are now inclined to quote the poetry of Blake.
So:
And all the Arts of Life. they changd into the Arts of Death in Albion.
The hour-glass contemnd because its simple workmanship.
Was like the workmanship of the plowman, & the water wheel,
That raises water into cisterns: broken & burnd with fire:
Because its workmanship. was like the workmanship of the shepherd.
And in their stead, intricate wheels invented, wheel without wheel:
To perplex youth in their outgoings, & to bind to labours in Albion
Of day & night the myriads of eternity that they may grind
And polish brass & iron hour after hour laborious task!
Kept ignorant of its use, that they might spend the days of wisdom
In sorrowful drudgery, to obtain a scanty pittance of bread:
In ignorance to view a small portion & think that All,
And call it Demonstration: blind to all the simple rules of life.
Immoral, maybe, but definitely not unnatural.
I did. Emerson's love includes preservatives and Yellow #5.
"Jerusalem" is great because it's one of those poems that contains a string of phrases that have entered the language: Dark Satanic Mills, Arrows of Desire, Chariot[s] of Fire, England's Green and Pleasant Land.
Which leads me to wonder whether, outside of Shakespeare, poems that have contributed one phrase to common use are more likely to have contributed a second as well.
I'd like to meet whoever has been inside of Shakespear.
80 - "Time's wing&eeacute;d chariot" comes from "To His Coy Mistress"; has "world enough, and time" entered the language? I've always been disappointed that "vegetable love" doesn't get regular use. There's not even a porn site -- someone should tell the XKCD guy.
I was just thinking about that poem, snarkout, specifically about the vegetable love line. How quickly do empires grow, anyway?
"World enough and time" has definitely entered the language.
has "world enough, and time" entered the language?
At least as much as "time's wingèd chariot," I'd say.
At least a little bit more quickly than vegetable love, clearly.
81: "Outside of Shakespeare" because in his case, the answer is obviously "yes."
80: Yeats's The Second Coming and Easter, 1916. Marvell's To His Coy Mistress.
87: right, but I want to put an upper bound on the growth of vegetable love.
(I mean, we already know that vegetable love is O(empire). But how do we operationalize that?)
"more likely" implies some kind of systematic survey. But there certainly are such poems, aren't there? Like, that Unfogged fave, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"?
You all realize that citing poems which have contributed multiple phrases to English goes no distance to answering the question of whether a poem which has contributed one is more likely (than not, I suppose) to have contributed more than one, right?
Speaking of great poetry, my 2 year old loves the Ramones. This isn't surprising, but it is definitely pleasing.
Interestingly, we can run some semi-controlled experiments on this. He loves the Ramones cover of "I don't want to grow up" but hates the Tom Waits original.
89: The Lentilöf Hypothesis is that vegetable love is O(empire^\epsilon)
for all \epsilon greater than zero.
I can sit here, comment on Unfogged, watch Ramones videos, and spend time with my little boy. I'd say its a good deal.
I have a co-worker with the last name Faulconer. Whenever he e-mails me, I'm tempted to send back a faux error message that reads:
From: MAILER-DAEMON (Mail Delivery Subsystem)
The Faulcon cannot hear the Faulconer.
Hey, feldspar is pretty high on the Mohs scale.
I was so sure that the link in 84 was going to go here.
89: It's almost as if you're telling me that you don't like circular arguments.
Jesus. Are there mineralogy jokes in every thread tonight?
The Faulcon cannot hear the Faulconer.
Someone told me of being in an international transit lounge and hearing an announcement that passengers belonged in that area "only if they wish to connect, only connect, please, only connect."
104: Duck duck goose goose. You should talk.
84: I note with satisfaction that xkcd has followed through on the promise of that comic.
Like the spy who gave himself away by holding his fork with the wrong hand, Emerson, you have now revealed yourself not to be a Minnesotan. You should have known that it's "duck, duck, grey duck."
what phrase has "Easter, 1916" contributed?
All is changed, changed utterly; A terrible beauty; Wherever green is worn; Too long a sacrifice; I'm not a pheasant plucker.
Is 110 in response to 109? None of those phrases sounds common to me.
"A terrible beauty is born" is a pretty commonly used phrase--you've really never heard it?
111: It is. The poem's one of my favorites--I don't think any of the lines were familiar to me before I read it, unlike "The Second Coming" (with "things fall apart," and "the best lack all conviction, the worst are full of passionate intensity"). Maybe "A terrible beauty is born."
I am skeptical that "a terrible beauty is born" is resally that commonly used, or anyway commonly used enough to count as having entered the language, rather than being a hoity-toityish phrase that occasionally gets tossed out by EFFETE EAST-COAST SNOBS.
112: I've heard it, but I certainly wouldn't describe it as "commonly used."
113: Again, I've heard it maybe once or twice, but I wouldn't call it common.
115 gets it right. And to prove that I'm an effete east-coast NON-snob, I will say that I never would have guessed that "the best lack all conviction, the worst are full of passionate intensity" was from a poem rather than a prose work.
Things fall apart.
The centre cannot hold.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre.
115: I'm not from the east coast, dear, and in fact have never lived there. Nor is my mother, who uses that phrase all the time.
119: My heart long since turned to stone.
The real poignancy of that poem:
That woman's days were spent
In ignorant good-will,
Her nights in argument
Until her voice grew shrill.
What voice more sweet than hers
When, young and beautiful,
She rode to harriers?
The best of poetry, imho, is always about our frail, and by turns comic or tragic, mortality.
I admit I've never read "Easter, 1916" so I may just not be noticing the phrases when I hear them. Most of these Google results seem to support my case, though.
The best of poetry, imho, is always about our frail, and by turns comic or tragic, mortality.
I'd like to commission alameida to write a Latin poem on the model of Catullus 7 asking Labs how many fellatios will be enough and more than enough.
107 - Someone explain to me how naked tits are ok, but the side view of a naked man with a guitar hiding his penis has to be protected by a further link and labelled NSFW?
94 - Tom Waits is an acquired taste I guess. Persevere.
127: Because the twig and berries are dirty, regardless of their lavatorial status.
Getting back to the matter at hand, grabber>grabee.
I spent a term at UCL in 1999. Back then, Bentham was in a big glass-front case in the main hall.
69: Augustan til the day I die, fool! As for all you Romantics out there, "like a rolling stone, / Thy giddy dulness still shall lumber on / Safe in its heaviness, shall never stray, / But lick up ev'ry blockhead in the way." Deal with that, yo.
"That is no country for old men" seems appropriate for the matter at hand...
being in an international transit lounge and hearing an announcement
Which reminds me of this rather more lowbrow classic.