You have to be cruel to be kind, in the right measure.
(The really cruel part is that I now have that song going in my mental jukebox. Not bad for the first three minutes, but if I don't get a different one to replace it soon, I may have to gouge my eyeballs out with forks.)
That's what I like about your writing, Ann. With so few words, you can present you readers with such an elaborate inkblot. As I sit and try to form a reply, I suddenly feel as if I'm taking a Rorschach® test. The replies are usually more interesting than the post, which only goes to show how good you are at getting the best out of people. Not such a bad trait for a Professor to have.
BTW, Gerry - I now officially Hate Thee. ;-) WHY did you have to mention that song? UGH! I'll send you the forks - after I'm done with 'em. Cruel, indeed!
I'm not above that, though. In my first job, there was a guy who made it well known that his mental jukebox would get stuck. When getting my morning coffee, I'd come up with some beauts. I only had to run for my life once though-- after walking by singing "and as she started to go, she said 'Billy, keep your head low, oh oh. Billy, don't be a hero, come back to me!'"
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Shame on you.
It's cruel to tease us.
"Goal I'm almost ashamed to almost admit."
Gort: Maybe that's my shameful goal: to be cruel!
Meta-House vs. Althouse: which is crueller? And would you like some coffee with that crueller?
almost
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Combine as you like; lather, rinse, repeat.
[light bulb ding noise]
de Sade said that there was a "certain voluptuousness in cruelty." Maybe that's the tease gort mentioned!
You have to be cruel to be kind, in the right measure.
(The really cruel part is that I now have that song going in my mental jukebox. Not bad for the first three minutes, but if I don't get a different one to replace it soon, I may have to gouge my eyeballs out with forks.)
That's what I like about your writing, Ann. With so few words, you can present you readers with such an elaborate inkblot. As I sit and try to form a reply, I suddenly feel as if I'm taking a Rorschach® test. The replies are usually more interesting than the post, which only goes to show how good you are at getting the best out of people. Not such a bad trait for a Professor to have.
BTW, Gerry - I now officially Hate Thee. ;-) WHY did you have to mention that song? UGH! I'll send you the forks - after I'm done with 'em. Cruel, indeed!
mmm, cruellers
MarkT,
Sorry, I wasn't trying to do that to you.
I'm not above that, though. In my first job, there was a guy who made it well known that his mental jukebox would get stuck. When getting my morning coffee, I'd come up with some beauts. I only had to run for my life once though-- after walking by singing "and as she started to go, she said 'Billy, keep your head low, oh oh. Billy, don't be a hero, come back to me!'"
Put your goal on a post card and send it to PostSecret.com - you'll feel better for it.
Not to worry, Gerry - all in good humor.
[sings]
baaaabay, baaaabay, you gotta be cruel,
you gotta be cruel to be kind!
[/sings]
Christ on a cracker, hand me those forks!
Let's induce Ann to come clean by hypothesizing what she MIGHT be ashamed of having as a goal:
My suggestion:
She is going to break the habit of kissing the photo of Glenn Reynolds on the computer screen every night before retiring to bed.
Gort:
Klaatu barata nikto!!!
I'm almost sure to reach the goal soon and I'll have a new post when I do saying "goal reached."
If I reveal it before I reach it, people could help me reach it, but I don't want extra help. That would impair the value of reaching it.
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