anyone working in Dublin...
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Mel, (I don't know if you are male of female - a genderless name), but I love your language. 'Tis as flowery and sweetened as my own oft gets. The imagery conjured by the flow of the words is likened to honeyed wine to my eyes. There will be some who will hate it, they will tease and moan, but care not for these base philistines, and strive on to glory.
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Dalek Dave wrote:
Mel, (I don't know if you are male of female - a genderless name)
That question I shall leave open, the better to lend full impetus to the thrust of your febrile imaginings. I am disquieted by your seeming association of honey with wine, and sweetness with flowers. Surely the converse association applies, when you think about it. Furthermore, it has hitherto been my experience that one drinks wine with one's mouth, excepting of course the sad occasion of a bizarre disfigurement arising from a disagreement with an irate sawfish, or some other fanged fauna of a feisty disposition. You, sir, are mixing metaphors. Maliciously, I suspect.
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Mel, (I don't know if you are male of female - a genderless name), but I love your language. 'Tis as flowery and sweetened as my own oft gets. The imagery conjured by the flow of the words is likened to honeyed wine to my eyes. There will be some who will hate it, they will tease and moan, but care not for these base philistines, and strive on to glory.
------------------------------------ I will never again mention that I was the poster of the One Millionth Lounge Post, nor that it was complete drivel. Dalek Dave CCC League Table Link CCC Link[^]
Dalek Dave wrote:
but care not for these base philistines
I resemble that comment. :-D
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Verily. But, witness! http://www.rte.ie/news/2010/1201/flights_dublinairport.html It's armageddon! As in arm-a-geddon-outta-here.... Loads of worried-looking mothers on the road this morning, sliding around with menageries of mewling offspring in the back seat, sawing frantically at the steering wheel as they skittishly see-sawed down the street towards the school gates. It was like something out of a prank movie. I longed for a camcorder with which to upload the evidence of the melee to YouTube. I love snow. Particularly in Ireland. I'm just back recently from a stint in Switzerland, and there, of course, everything just runs like, well, like a Swiss watch. Snow or no snow. Here, it's complete bedlam.
Went to Switzerland between Christmas and New Years many years ago and there was no snow. Had to go to the mountain tops to see any.
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Went to Switzerland between Christmas and New Years many years ago and there was no snow. Had to go to the mountain tops to see any.
Well it's not Narnia mate, it doesn't snow ALL the time in Winter. My point is that when it does, the Swiss simply shrug their shoulders and break out the snow tyres. Trains run effortlessly on time unless some absolute calamity befalls them. It's actually a little eerie.
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Well it's not Narnia mate, it doesn't snow ALL the time in Winter. My point is that when it does, the Swiss simply shrug their shoulders and break out the snow tyres. Trains run effortlessly on time unless some absolute calamity befalls them. It's actually a little eerie.
Sorry, not saying they do not get snow just making a comment.
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Sorry, not saying they do not get snow just making a comment.
Ah. Yes. Quite. (backs away sheepishly)
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Dalek Dave wrote:
Mel, (I don't know if you are male of female - a genderless name)
That question I shall leave open, the better to lend full impetus to the thrust of your febrile imaginings. I am disquieted by your seeming association of honey with wine, and sweetness with flowers. Surely the converse association applies, when you think about it. Furthermore, it has hitherto been my experience that one drinks wine with one's mouth, excepting of course the sad occasion of a bizarre disfigurement arising from a disagreement with an irate sawfish, or some other fanged fauna of a feisty disposition. You, sir, are mixing metaphors. Maliciously, I suspect.
I had to look up the following words: impetus - the energy or motivation to accomplish or undertake something. febrile - relating to, involving, or typical of fever hitherto - up to the present time or the time in question Do you really write/speak like this or is this a show? Quite impressive none the less. :thumbsup:
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.... had best make tracks if you're relying on a bus to get home... http://www.transport.ie/feature.aspx?id=46
Ashley Judd is not working there which is nice since if she stuck in the snow this is going to make me worry.
The narrow specialist in the broad sense of the word is a complete idiot in the narrow sense of the word. Advertise here – minimum three posts per day are guaranteed.
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I had to look up the following words: impetus - the energy or motivation to accomplish or undertake something. febrile - relating to, involving, or typical of fever hitherto - up to the present time or the time in question Do you really write/speak like this or is this a show? Quite impressive none the less. :thumbsup:
You could call it a hobby of mine. I do speak well. I consider it no more than good manners to do so, given that I regularly interact with people who speak several languages with varying degrees of facility, (when many of my compatriots can't not talk the one lingo too goodly) and who have learned what I would consider to be decent "School English" in order to interact with the likes of little old monolingual me. Dublin slang is met with blank stares and besides, it is my opportunity to open the taps, as it were, on the fecund faucet of filigree verbiage I hold within (although, Alliteration I save for CodeProject). Utterances of this sort visited upon Irish people generally elicit perplexed frowns and exhortations to "talk proper, wouldya". Have you ever read P.G. Wodehouse? Some of his prose made me actually put the book down and take a deep breath of joy that I was lucky enough to read it. That man was a demigod of deft dialogue.
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I had to look up the following words: impetus - the energy or motivation to accomplish or undertake something. febrile - relating to, involving, or typical of fever hitherto - up to the present time or the time in question Do you really write/speak like this or is this a show? Quite impressive none the less. :thumbsup:
Impetus I would say is quite a common word, hitherto less so but still not uncommon. Febrile many would probably not know, but I certainly do as my daughter has had a number of febrile convulsions which are fits caused by fever.
Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends.
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Impetus I would say is quite a common word, hitherto less so but still not uncommon. Febrile many would probably not know, but I certainly do as my daughter has had a number of febrile convulsions which are fits caused by fever.
Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends.
Agreed. I love the sound of the word "febrile" though. It sounds... bouncy, as opposed to "feverish" which sounds diseased. Of course, it's all aesthetics.
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Dalek Dave wrote:
Mel, (I don't know if you are male of female - a genderless name)
That question I shall leave open, the better to lend full impetus to the thrust of your febrile imaginings. I am disquieted by your seeming association of honey with wine, and sweetness with flowers. Surely the converse association applies, when you think about it. Furthermore, it has hitherto been my experience that one drinks wine with one's mouth, excepting of course the sad occasion of a bizarre disfigurement arising from a disagreement with an irate sawfish, or some other fanged fauna of a feisty disposition. You, sir, are mixing metaphors. Maliciously, I suspect.
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Dalek Dave wrote:
'Tis as flowery and sweetened as my own oft gets.
Surely this is BEFORE the pub :-D
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His language remains sweet and flowery after the Pub, it's just a really badly spelled and erratically typed and occasionally vulgar kind of sweet and flowery... :)