Random Thought Thread Part III: The Thinking

[Allhallowsday]

^ What sh!t.  You are not cool, nor are you funny.   

[Leah]

I need drunk self to stop drinking excessively when out. Yeah I drank a bit too much Saturday during Pridefest,  spent yesterday recovering.

[indianasmith]

^ What sh!t.  You are not cool, nor are you funny.   

Who are you referencing here?

[Allhallowsday]

^ What sh!t.  You are not cool, nor are you funny.   

Who are you referencing here?

You. 

[LilCerberus]

^Yes, I know from personal experience, Texas lingo can be strangely offputting to northeasterners.......^

[Allhallowsday]

^Yes, I know from personal experience, Texas lingo can be strangely offputting to northeasterners.......^

That is not it.  In the wake of what has been happening, particularly in TX, I see no humor in guns or deadly weapons. 

[indianasmith]

I wasn't really trying to be humorous; I think open carry is ridiculous.  At least with our old "conceal and carry" law, you were required to complete a training course and get a license.  Now pretty much anyone can pack anywhere, and that's insane.

The only part I tried to be a little lighthearted about was being allowed to carry swords.  Honestly, it's still insane, but IMO a gladius hanging by your side looks a lot cooler than a .38.

[Allhallowsday]

^Yes of course you were trying to be humorous.  I appreciate your clarification, but you cannot help yourself.  There is no humor.  There is no smile.

[ER]

^ What sh!t.  You are not cool, nor are you funny.  

He's cool, he's frequently funny, he's a lot more popular than you, John, with your constant sourpuss attacks on others, and at least Indy has a sense of humor, when the only joy I've ever seen you evince here is when you're making fun of something or someone, which you do all the time, usually with all the sharpened wit of a caveman's club. If you disagree with someone, how about a show of tolerance? And if you can't tolerate something you disagree with, how about offering a counter point of view instead of insulting the person?

[Allhallowsday]

^ What sh!t.  You are not cool, nor are you funny.  

He's cool, he's frequently funny, he's a lot more popular than you, John, with your constant sourpuss attacks on others, and at least Indy has a sense of humor, when the only joy I've ever seen you evince here is when you're making fun of something or someone, which you do all the time, usually with all the sharpened wit of a caveman's club. If you disagree with someone, how about a show of tolerance? And if you can't tolerate something you disagree with, how about offering a counter point of view instead of insulting the person?

Popular?  With whom?  The dozen or so of us?  Who cares?  You are a foul mouth, but I'd give you a point for use of "evinced". 

[ER]

I think the Queen appearing with Paddington Bear was cute and her best role since she jumped out of a helicopter with James Bond a decade ago.

[RCMerchant]

I think the Queen appearing with Paddington Bear was cute and her best role since she jumped out of a helicopter with James Bond a decade ago.

Don't forget Naked Gun!

[Alex]

Emailed one of only two ex's that I parted with on good terms. Not heard from her for a couple of years and hoping she is doing well. I always wished I could have helped her more.

[ER]

I was thinking a few things.

I just read brontosaurus never existed....?!

The scene in Hulu's Pam and Tommy biopic where Tommy talks dating advice with "himself" was high art.

I also read that a potentially deadly fungus has been found growing on artificial turf in some stadiums and could enter the body via scrapes on the skin.

Where I am at the moment has great tea, really good Indian food, wonderful cool weather, but the worst ranch dressing that culinary science ever gave us. (Undertones of salty mayo and embalming fluid.)

And finally, after reading Alex's Random Thought, it occurred to me I only have one ex I could email. One. What a strange life.

[ER]

At my grandmother's wake one of her favorite quotes was read: "The first step to humility is recognizing one is proud."

I can't count the number of times I heard her say that, especially to me, being convinced all Americans, even half-Americans like me, were too proud.

I finally got around to looking that quote up, and was surprised to see it was used by CS Lewis in Mere Christianity, though whether it originated with him I don't know. Likely not, since it is surely an old sentiment, probably one often stated amid the rock-walled convents of Ireland 1600 years ago and more. If my grandmother had had a coat of arms, that would be the legend sitting at the bottom, as pride, she was convinced, began the slow rot of the soul.

But what did surprise me was my grandmother quoting a Protestant, if she was quoting Lewis.

Hers was the most subdued Irish wake that ever was. "Dry" as she never drank, quiet, as she was quiet, prayerful, as she lived much of her life in wordless prayer, and in remembering her the family recalled her as someone who went through life treading more carefully than anyone any of us knew. She would even pause before giving a reply to almost anything one asked of her, as if she were making sure she got her words exactly right. It was the most peculiar verbal habit I ever encountered, especially among Irish, who tend to speak fast and readily. (And frequently and plentifully.)

After getting through that stifling wake this month my cousin Eonne, with whom I have had many arguments but whom I like very much, said she needed a drink, so I went with her, and at the drinking establishment I asked her if she ever heard our grandmother tell a joke.

She thought and said, "No, never."

"Not one?"

"No."

I couldn't think of any either. No, not one joke ever told by that pious woman, now dead.

I told Eonne that someday, if I have a wake, I want it remembered that I liked the joke about the murderer taking his victim into the dark scary woods, and ruing having to walk out alone. Perversity is a better legacy than a lack of all humor, and I am perverse.

"I'll tell everyone that," Eonne said.

And I hope she does.

Goodbye, my Grandmother. You were more Catholic than the Pope and holier than half the saints. May you have cold tea and plain toast in Heaven.

I don't know if I'll ever get there.