Your rewards are not monetary. And whenever you doubt, just recall Pascal’s reasoning: that if there isn’t a God, and I believe, all I have done is believe something that has given me comfort and perhaps inspired me to be a better person. If there is a God and I don’t believe, I miss out on one of the most important aspects of life, and may dim my prospects for the next life.
Dear Almighty Garden Filter,
Thank you for organising the rain that arrived this week, the plants are looking much happier, and the pond has filled up a bit.
Fortunately, no one has to clean up after Muo Se Dung any more, although unfortunately the Chinese have found ways to get into messes in a very un-Communist way…
@ Lawlin… Several moose (woah… awesome pluralization) go through my yard on a regular basis. Granted, I live on a farm next to a game trail, but still… All part of life in north Alberta.
@ Dr. Handle… Please forgive Lawlin for his transgression, but it’s just as bad as suggesting that several wallabies hang out in your yard. (P.S. How is summer?)
Summer is just starting to get hot and humid. Not by tropical standards, of course, but to us Mexicans (which is what Victorians are called Down Here, because we’re south of the river – which makes Tasmanians the Cubans, I suppose) it’s pretty yuck. Hopefully none of the 46 degrees (Celsius) days we had last year (that’s 114.8 F).
It’s been a balmy +2C lately, must be a chinook blowing through. Although there’s been no wind, so I dunno…
@Dr. Handle… I can’t imagine 46C … I remember in 2006 it got to 37C here (@ 75% humidity) and I felt like I had died and gone to hell. Just think of me when it gets to -55C here next month (and hopefully kills those Japanese pine beetles once and for all!).
So, that’s (scrunches brain up and fishes for conversion nomogram) a couple of degrees below zero on the Celsius scale? That’s just a bit brisk, that is – put on a thicker jumper and throw another hippie on the fire.
OTOH the tour party my parents were in were explicitly told to stay out of the way of themmoses in the grounds of the Banff Springs Hotel, so mooses being rare where you live says more about where you live (Ontario or Vancouver at a guess) than about a thinly populated nation like Canada as a whole.
Nice guess! ontario. FYI Canada is NOT thinly populated, just because the mean people/Km2 is 3, it means that theres some places noone lives. Which is why mean is a bullshiz way to do things. 200000 people are where i live, and about 2000000 people in toronto.
If there are three persons per average square kilometer, that means there are LOTS of places no one lives, which is pretty much the definition of “thinly populated.” A couple of big cities do not a crowded nation make.
My friend that lived in Anchorage got a huge vet bill as a result of an altercation between a moose and her dog. (The moose was fine.) I know that’s not Canada, but it’s sort of close.
We had one who was terribly passionate and enthusiastic about his teaching (he took second year biochem lectures), and when he got really warmed up, he would lapse back into German. “Prof… Prof… Prof, you’re Doing It again… Prof… bitte, Prof… oh, can someone in the front row throw something at him please?”
I once co-taught a class on research design with a fellow who was largely bald, but did a total comb-over from the hair on the left side of his head over the top and down to the right. That in itself was tacky, but he had this annoying habit of jerking his head up and to the left whenever he was emphasizing a point, which made the hair fall off the top of his head and hang down, literally, past his left shoulder, which looked so lopsidedly strange that it was hard not to burst out laughing. But he, apparently totally oblivious, would simply replace the hair and go on as if nothing had happened, until he tossed his head again, which would be perhaps two minutes later. I don’t recall a word he ever said, but I can still see the hair routine as if it was yesterday, when it was actually 25 years ago. I doubt the students did much better with his portions of the lectures…
LOL! I had one prof who was from Greece, and his accent was incredibly thick, and my friend and I both wrote down every single word we understood from his lectures, and when we put them together we still had no idea what he actually said. Fortunately, his tests were mostly from the texts.
I seem to be mostly waxing philosophical and walking down memory lane this evening, so I think I’ll slip out of here and come back when I’m more on the sharp and witty side! It was an interesting holiday weekend…
I don’t understand your objection to the title since this is the Mickey Mouse Club theme song… this is a line that proceeds the chorus you’ve requested.
I never thought I’d ever accuse someone of trying to “dumb down” as/since it concerns the Mickey Mouse Club. Irony, where is thy sting?
I bet this sweater also went through the filter that switches letters around adn meka look stupdi.
Well, I can say it certainly didn’t go through me!
Dear Almighty Garden Filter,
I look at my plants and see that they are drying out and dying. Sometimes I have doubts whether you exist or not. Please make me strong in my faith.
*goes to water plants*
How can you doubt me, when you yourself are one of my workers?
It’s just that I haven’t been receiving my paycheck lately. I am wondering if I work for someone who is part of my imagination.
Your rewards are not monetary. And whenever you doubt, just recall Pascal’s reasoning: that if there isn’t a God, and I believe, all I have done is believe something that has given me comfort and perhaps inspired me to be a better person. If there is a God and I don’t believe, I miss out on one of the most important aspects of life, and may dim my prospects for the next life.
Dear Almighty Garden Filter,
Thank you for organising the rain that arrived this week, the plants are looking much happier, and the pond has filled up a bit.
On the front, there’s probably a picture of Pulto.
Maybe trying to avoid a copyright infringement?
Could someone copyright “Mouse”? I think they’re just taking the mickey.
Mckiey Muose!
Sorry, MuoSe!
No, silly, it’s obviously Muo Se Dung!
If that’s what it is, you clean that up.
Fortunately, no one has to clean up after Muo Se Dung any more, although unfortunately the Chinese have found ways to get into messes in a very un-Communist way…
Mousedung!
Mickey Moose. The main character from Canadian Disney.
Although i lol… I am slightly offended by the fact american people believe mooses live in canadians back yards. they dont. where i live, theyre rare.
I am slightly offended by the thought that you believe that I am a Merkin.
@ Lawlin… Several moose (woah… awesome pluralization) go through my yard on a regular basis. Granted, I live on a farm next to a game trail, but still… All part of life in north Alberta.
@ Dr. Handle… Please forgive Lawlin for his transgression, but it’s just as bad as suggesting that several wallabies hang out in your yard. (P.S. How is summer?)
Summer is just starting to get hot and humid. Not by tropical standards, of course, but to us Mexicans (which is what Victorians are called Down Here, because we’re south of the river – which makes Tasmanians the Cubans, I suppose) it’s pretty yuck. Hopefully none of the 46 degrees (Celsius) days we had last year (that’s 114.8 F).
I’ve spent the last week sawing, splitting, and stacking firewood. it is supposed to get to 29F tonight.
It’s been a balmy +2C lately, must be a chinook blowing through. Although there’s been no wind, so I dunno…
@Dr. Handle… I can’t imagine 46C … I remember in 2006 it got to 37C here (@ 75% humidity) and I felt like I had died and gone to hell. Just think of me when it gets to -55C here next month (and hopefully kills those Japanese pine beetles once and for all!).
So, that’s (scrunches brain up and fishes for conversion nomogram) a couple of degrees below zero on the Celsius scale? That’s just a bit brisk, that is – put on a thicker jumper and throw another hippie on the fire.
I wouldn’t throw a hippie on the fire if I were you. You don’t know what kind of smoke might come out!
Be grateful that nobody thinks you’re lower than that!
OTOH the tour party my parents were in were explicitly told to stay out of the way of themmoses in the grounds of the Banff Springs Hotel, so mooses being rare where you live says more about where you live (Ontario or Vancouver at a guess) than about a thinly populated nation like Canada as a whole.
“…of the mooses…” The “make you look stupid filter” strikes again!
I thought you were referring to the pharoah Themmoses.
Nice guess! ontario. FYI Canada is NOT thinly populated, just because the mean people/Km2 is 3, it means that theres some places noone lives. Which is why mean is a bullshiz way to do things. 200000 people are where i live, and about 2000000 people in toronto.
If there are three persons per average square kilometer, that means there are LOTS of places no one lives, which is pretty much the definition of “thinly populated.” A couple of big cities do not a crowded nation make.
My friend that lived in Anchorage got a huge vet bill as a result of an altercation between a moose and her dog. (The moose was fine.) I know that’s not Canada, but it’s sort of close.
Hey, that’s close enough to count. Anyone that can put up with -40 for weeks at a time is okay in my books.
Im ok in your books then!
We have them in New Hampshire, but that is the USA.
Can a mouse be dyslectic?
Made me lol from the bad spelling.
I had some professors who were dyslectic, i.e. terrible lecturers.
We had one who was terribly passionate and enthusiastic about his teaching (he took second year biochem lectures), and when he got really warmed up, he would lapse back into German. “Prof… Prof… Prof, you’re Doing It again… Prof… bitte, Prof… oh, can someone in the front row throw something at him please?”
I once co-taught a class on research design with a fellow who was largely bald, but did a total comb-over from the hair on the left side of his head over the top and down to the right. That in itself was tacky, but he had this annoying habit of jerking his head up and to the left whenever he was emphasizing a point, which made the hair fall off the top of his head and hang down, literally, past his left shoulder, which looked so lopsidedly strange that it was hard not to burst out laughing. But he, apparently totally oblivious, would simply replace the hair and go on as if nothing had happened, until he tossed his head again, which would be perhaps two minutes later. I don’t recall a word he ever said, but I can still see the hair routine as if it was yesterday, when it was actually 25 years ago. I doubt the students did much better with his portions of the lectures…
My ex had an instructor known as “Mad Dog,” due to his foaming saliva that would fleck the students in the front row.
LOL! I had one prof who was from Greece, and his accent was incredibly thick, and my friend and I both wrote down every single word we understood from his lectures, and when we put them together we still had no idea what he actually said. Fortunately, his tests were mostly from the texts.
I seem to be mostly waxing philosophical and walking down memory lane this evening, so I think I’ll slip out of here and come back when I’m more on the sharp and witty side! It was an interesting holiday weekend…
This would be much better if Mckiey Muose was making a moue.
I don’t want to see him puoting.
I never saw a purple muose
I hope to never see one
But I can tell you anyhow
I’d rather see than be one.
I can tell by reading this,
You copied Dr. Seuss,
and you can tell by reading tis,
My rhymes are rather loose.
When I was small, my Dr Seuss
Was always highly rated,
I liked it so much more than Enid
Blighton (whom I hated).
The Grinch, the Whos, the Lorax books
Were like a wondrous game,
While Blighton’s lousy Far’way Tree
Was just completely lame.
*copy,paste in childrens poetry book, publish, $10000 goes to Dr. Handle, $200000 goes to me*
That would be Ogden Nash.
Sorry, not him, either. It was Gelett Burgess.
Yes, I know that’s a takeoff on the childrens’ rhyme.
I’ve never seen a purple cow, either.
Where’s my cow?
Is that my cow?
It goes “Hrrrrrrrrruuuuuuuuuugh!”
It is a hippopotamus.
That’s not my cow.
Did you know “Where’s My Cow” is a real book? By Sir Terry, of course.
That actully looks like a quote from the book (original version, not the Sam Vimes re-write).
Where’s my daddy?
Is that my daddy?
It goes “Bugrit!”
It is Foul Ole Ron.
That’s not my daddy.
Bad title for this pic. Its a bit much. How about M-I-K-C-E-Y M-U-O-S-E! as the song
I like it!
I don’t understand your objection to the title since this is the Mickey Mouse Club theme song… this is a line that proceeds the chorus you’ve requested.
I never thought I’d ever accuse someone of trying to “dumb down” as/since it concerns the Mickey Mouse Club. Irony, where is thy sting?
This is my picture! You copied it!!!
Ummm…who did what in the where now?
Must have been some ballgame!