Random musings
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I find, from time-to-time, that my mind will go off on some strange meanderings based on some seemingly innocuous trigger. On Saturday morning, as I was getting up, my wife came into the bedroom carrying a laundry basket and said "I have some underwear and clothes here if you're short", and so off it goes:
- Is underwear not a subclass of clothes?
- What has my height got to do with it?
- The state of not being short is undefined, but is it that, if I'm not short
- She does not have underwear and clothes?
- She still has them, but I'm not going to be allowed them
- She has only underwear or clothes
All is well as:
- I'm a tad below average height which probably means I'm short
- I wasn't short of clothes or underwear, so it didn't matter
A little later we're on a 45 minute drive (I'm driving) and she asks me this bizarre question "Are you tired because if you aren't I'm going to sleep?" What was her logic:
- She's tired but it would be unfair of her to sleep when I can't?
- She needs to stay awake so that if I drop off she can grab the steering wheel?
- She's too terrified of going to sleep as she knows we're going to crash and die?
- She actually meant to say "I'm tired, so I'm going to sleep"?
In the event, she went to sleep and her snoring kept me awake, so all ended well.
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
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I find, from time-to-time, that my mind will go off on some strange meanderings based on some seemingly innocuous trigger. On Saturday morning, as I was getting up, my wife came into the bedroom carrying a laundry basket and said "I have some underwear and clothes here if you're short", and so off it goes:
- Is underwear not a subclass of clothes?
- What has my height got to do with it?
- The state of not being short is undefined, but is it that, if I'm not short
- She does not have underwear and clothes?
- She still has them, but I'm not going to be allowed them
- She has only underwear or clothes
All is well as:
- I'm a tad below average height which probably means I'm short
- I wasn't short of clothes or underwear, so it didn't matter
A little later we're on a 45 minute drive (I'm driving) and she asks me this bizarre question "Are you tired because if you aren't I'm going to sleep?" What was her logic:
- She's tired but it would be unfair of her to sleep when I can't?
- She needs to stay awake so that if I drop off she can grab the steering wheel?
- She's too terrified of going to sleep as she knows we're going to crash and die?
- She actually meant to say "I'm tired, so I'm going to sleep"?
In the event, she went to sleep and her snoring kept me awake, so all ended well.
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
PhilLenoir wrote:
What was her logic
Female :laugh:
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
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PhilLenoir wrote:
What was her logic
Female :laugh:
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
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I find, from time-to-time, that my mind will go off on some strange meanderings based on some seemingly innocuous trigger. On Saturday morning, as I was getting up, my wife came into the bedroom carrying a laundry basket and said "I have some underwear and clothes here if you're short", and so off it goes:
- Is underwear not a subclass of clothes?
- What has my height got to do with it?
- The state of not being short is undefined, but is it that, if I'm not short
- She does not have underwear and clothes?
- She still has them, but I'm not going to be allowed them
- She has only underwear or clothes
All is well as:
- I'm a tad below average height which probably means I'm short
- I wasn't short of clothes or underwear, so it didn't matter
A little later we're on a 45 minute drive (I'm driving) and she asks me this bizarre question "Are you tired because if you aren't I'm going to sleep?" What was her logic:
- She's tired but it would be unfair of her to sleep when I can't?
- She needs to stay awake so that if I drop off she can grab the steering wheel?
- She's too terrified of going to sleep as she knows we're going to crash and die?
- She actually meant to say "I'm tired, so I'm going to sleep"?
In the event, she went to sleep and her snoring kept me awake, so all ended well.
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
PhilLenoir wrote:
"Are you tired because if you aren't I'm going to sleep?" What was her logic:
For a guess she intended to stay awake to talk to you if you did fell tired to keep you alert. Many, many, many years ago I spent a mostly sleepless night in Leeds and Bradford before driving back to Leicester in a rented Cortina. I was in the passenger seat, I woke having dropped off to see the car doing around 125 mph. I asked the driver why we were going that fast. He replied "I'm seeing how fast I can go to try to stay awake". I talked to him the rest of the way home.
Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them.
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They didn't teach that in my Propositional Calculus class.
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
They don't teach it in Marriage Guidance class either! :-D
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
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PhilLenoir wrote:
"Are you tired because if you aren't I'm going to sleep?" What was her logic:
For a guess she intended to stay awake to talk to you if you did fell tired to keep you alert. Many, many, many years ago I spent a mostly sleepless night in Leeds and Bradford before driving back to Leicester in a rented Cortina. I was in the passenger seat, I woke having dropped off to see the car doing around 125 mph. I asked the driver why we were going that fast. He replied "I'm seeing how fast I can go to try to stay awake". I talked to him the rest of the way home.
Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them.
I'm almost certain that you're correct. however, I discounted that as not funny. OTH, you're presence here does suggest it was a good stratagem on your journey. I do have a question though: Could your lack of sleep be because you were in both Leeds and Bradford at the same time (therefore occupying the whole of Pudsey), you kept switching between the two, you weren't sure where you were (which is common for Southeners as everywhere above Watford Gap is "Oop North", but not so easily understood if you're from Leicester [which, of course, is "Oop North"])
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
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They don't teach it in Marriage Guidance class either! :-D
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
Really? Isn't that the whole point?
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
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Really? Isn't that the whole point?
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
No, they are generally run by men and none of our brains can cope with Female Logic... :sigh:
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
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No, they are generally run by men and none of our brains can cope with Female Logic... :sigh:
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
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I'm almost certain that you're correct. however, I discounted that as not funny. OTH, you're presence here does suggest it was a good stratagem on your journey. I do have a question though: Could your lack of sleep be because you were in both Leeds and Bradford at the same time (therefore occupying the whole of Pudsey), you kept switching between the two, you weren't sure where you were (which is common for Southeners as everywhere above Watford Gap is "Oop North", but not so easily understood if you're from Leicester [which, of course, is "Oop North"])
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
I wasn't sure if the full story was interesting enough but here goes, should it bore then it is your fault. I was at university in Leicester, and I played American Football for the combined Leicester Universities' team, the Lemmings. In my final year we were actually quite good, and some of us were invited to England trials which were to be held in Leeds on a Saturday morning. So we (5 of us) rented a Ford Cortina from somewhere and set off on the Friday night, one of our number having rung around a few nightclubs and persuaded them we were from Mixmag, a dance music magazine, securing our names on the guest list. Our plan was to party the night away, sleep in the car park of where the trials were to take place, impress with our undoubted talents, play for England. After the club closed at about 2 in the morning we found two girls who were able to direct us to a place that stayed open all night long. After getting in we discovered it didn't have a drinks license for the wee small hours, and was just playing dance music and serving coffee. We left there around five in the morning and drove the two girls back to Bradford where they lived before returning to Leeds and locating the car park. Here we attempted to sleep, one in the driver seat, one in the passenger seat, and three in the backseat / boot are, the seat having been laid flat. I was in the back, and another of our number, Jag, slept not by closing his eyes but by rolling them up inside his head so only the white showed. It was utterly terrifying and I spent most of the night staring at him to make sure he wasn't a zombie or vampire or something. Anyway, 8 o'clock came around and people started to turn up for the trials. We got out of the car, a bit of a stretch, a piss up a tree, had a smoke, a chat with some of those we knew. Then thought fuck it, let's go and get some breakfast. Which we did before driving back to Leicester.
Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them.
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I wasn't sure if the full story was interesting enough but here goes, should it bore then it is your fault. I was at university in Leicester, and I played American Football for the combined Leicester Universities' team, the Lemmings. In my final year we were actually quite good, and some of us were invited to England trials which were to be held in Leeds on a Saturday morning. So we (5 of us) rented a Ford Cortina from somewhere and set off on the Friday night, one of our number having rung around a few nightclubs and persuaded them we were from Mixmag, a dance music magazine, securing our names on the guest list. Our plan was to party the night away, sleep in the car park of where the trials were to take place, impress with our undoubted talents, play for England. After the club closed at about 2 in the morning we found two girls who were able to direct us to a place that stayed open all night long. After getting in we discovered it didn't have a drinks license for the wee small hours, and was just playing dance music and serving coffee. We left there around five in the morning and drove the two girls back to Bradford where they lived before returning to Leeds and locating the car park. Here we attempted to sleep, one in the driver seat, one in the passenger seat, and three in the backseat / boot are, the seat having been laid flat. I was in the back, and another of our number, Jag, slept not by closing his eyes but by rolling them up inside his head so only the white showed. It was utterly terrifying and I spent most of the night staring at him to make sure he wasn't a zombie or vampire or something. Anyway, 8 o'clock came around and people started to turn up for the trials. We got out of the car, a bit of a stretch, a piss up a tree, had a smoke, a chat with some of those we knew. Then thought fuck it, let's go and get some breakfast. Which we did before driving back to Leicester.
Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them.
Impressive feat, that, getting a Jag in a Cortina. I now have a picture of Lemmings happily following each other between Bradford and Leeds. I loved that game.
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
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PhilLenoir wrote:
"Are you tired because if you aren't I'm going to sleep?" What was her logic:
For a guess she intended to stay awake to talk to you if you did fell tired to keep you alert. Many, many, many years ago I spent a mostly sleepless night in Leeds and Bradford before driving back to Leicester in a rented Cortina. I was in the passenger seat, I woke having dropped off to see the car doing around 125 mph. I asked the driver why we were going that fast. He replied "I'm seeing how fast I can go to try to stay awake". I talked to him the rest of the way home.
Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them.
chriselst wrote:
Many, many, many years ago I spent a mostly sleepless night in Leeds and Bradford before driving back to Leicester in a rented Cortina
I did that once when I went to some American Football trials. (Didn't really, if memory serves me correctly that's why you were there and I just wanted to freak you out a little)
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Impressive feat, that, getting a Jag in a Cortina. I now have a picture of Lemmings happily following each other between Bradford and Leeds. I loved that game.
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
Jag was easy to fit in, he was a mid sized Asian lad and easily the smallest amongst us. The two wide receivers were not too much trouble, but there wasn't much room left after the addition of two linemen, let alone before we squeezed the two girls in. I used to play Lemmings on my Sony Ericcson P800 smart phone. This was in 2002, a full 5 years before Apple invented them.
Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them.
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chriselst wrote:
Many, many, many years ago I spent a mostly sleepless night in Leeds and Bradford before driving back to Leicester in a rented Cortina
I did that once when I went to some American Football trials. (Didn't really, if memory serves me correctly that's why you were there and I just wanted to freak you out a little)
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chriselst wrote:
Many, many, many years ago I spent a mostly sleepless night in Leeds and Bradford before driving back to Leicester in a rented Cortina
I did that once when I went to some American Football trials. (Didn't really, if memory serves me correctly that's why you were there and I just wanted to freak you out a little)
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So you're saying that Marriage Guidance doesn't actually work then?
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
Wouldn't know: Herself won't let me go...
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
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Jag was easy to fit in, he was a mid sized Asian lad and easily the smallest amongst us. The two wide receivers were not too much trouble, but there wasn't much room left after the addition of two linemen, let alone before we squeezed the two girls in. I used to play Lemmings on my Sony Ericcson P800 smart phone. This was in 2002, a full 5 years before Apple invented them.
Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them.
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I used to play Lemmings on my Sony Ericcson P800 smart phone. This was in 2002, a full 5 years before Apple invented them.
I played Lemmings on a PC, years before that. It sounds like Apple may have been the last to the party, certainly not the first. Originally developed for the Amiga in '91!
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
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Wouldn't know: Herself won't let me go...
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
She probably know you're/it's a lost cause! :D
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
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I used to play Lemmings on my Sony Ericcson P800 smart phone. This was in 2002, a full 5 years before Apple invented them.
I played Lemmings on a PC, years before that. It sounds like Apple may have been the last to the party, certainly not the first. Originally developed for the Amiga in '91!
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
Yeah, I think Amiga was where I first had it. I worked wonderfully on that P800 though, I was wasting hours messing around on my phone years before everyone else. Talking of which anyone remember what you did when having a shit before the invention of the smartphone? It also had an app (I don't think they were called apps yet) that used the IR sender / receiver as a universal remote control, also lots of fun.
Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them.
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Yeah, I think Amiga was where I first had it. I worked wonderfully on that P800 though, I was wasting hours messing around on my phone years before everyone else. Talking of which anyone remember what you did when having a shit before the invention of the smartphone? It also had an app (I don't think they were called apps yet) that used the IR sender / receiver as a universal remote control, also lots of fun.
Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them.
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Talking of which anyone remember what you did when having a sh*t before the invention of the smartphone?
Sounds like "P800" was apposite?
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
