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in reply to a message by Nanaea
Actually, I credit Nan's arrival not to any supernatural connections of mine but to the spin all over the 'Net about the vibrant discussion and snappy patter that pervades this site. It was only a matter of time before a person of her caliber found us.
On the other hand, Satan or someone may have had a hand in somewhat curbing the tongues of our own PowerPuff Girls. It HAS been quieter lately.
But life is strange, and intervention (good and bad) is unpredictable. Yesterday I got the results back from a biopsy that my doctor had been very casual but insistent about doing. After telling me everything was okay, he said, "I'm surprised. Five out of six people with your blood test numbers turn out to be malignant." I was really up the rest of the day, altho I couldn't figure out "why me?" "The Grace of God", my wife said.
Good enough so far. But this AM I packed the car for the 300+ mile trip back to 12 days in NC. As I pulled out I lowered the driver's window to check the mailbox one last time. The window stuck solid only halfway back up. (Did I mention it was 3 degrees F with a wind chill of -17?) Seven phone calls to auto glass places, 20 frigid miles of driving there, two delayed hours, and $20 later, I finally headed home.
My wife may have been wrong. If there was a supernatural influence in the last two days, it could well have been one of the Greek gods, who were notorious for handling you a laurel wreath with one hand while sliding a whoopie cushion under you with the other.
[Bart Simpides? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!]
On the other hand, Satan or someone may have had a hand in somewhat curbing the tongues of our own PowerPuff Girls. It HAS been quieter lately.
But life is strange, and intervention (good and bad) is unpredictable. Yesterday I got the results back from a biopsy that my doctor had been very casual but insistent about doing. After telling me everything was okay, he said, "I'm surprised. Five out of six people with your blood test numbers turn out to be malignant." I was really up the rest of the day, altho I couldn't figure out "why me?" "The Grace of God", my wife said.
Good enough so far. But this AM I packed the car for the 300+ mile trip back to 12 days in NC. As I pulled out I lowered the driver's window to check the mailbox one last time. The window stuck solid only halfway back up. (Did I mention it was 3 degrees F with a wind chill of -17?) Seven phone calls to auto glass places, 20 frigid miles of driving there, two delayed hours, and $20 later, I finally headed home.
My wife may have been wrong. If there was a supernatural influence in the last two days, it could well have been one of the Greek gods, who were notorious for handling you a laurel wreath with one hand while sliding a whoopie cushion under you with the other.
[Bart Simpides? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!]
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Daividh old fruit, I am sincerely happy it was a false alarm. I firmly believe that one's spirit
directly affects one's wellbeing and health, and with a personality like yours you may well turn out immortal.
(I'll also put a good word in with the Fates for you). By some wierd coincidence I had a somewhat similar
excremental experience two weeks ago. I went through a mild pneumonia. The docs took a chest x-ray and
casually told me it appered I have a lymphoma in my lungs and arranged for a CAT-scan the next morning. I
to bed that night fearing death for the first time in my life. Thankfully it also turned out to be a false alarm.
And with sound Nanaea's medical advice (sambucca 'n' bubble bath) I am back in running order.
Anyways if you read this in time, have a Merry Chrismas and enjoy your family.
Pavlos
directly affects one's wellbeing and health, and with a personality like yours you may well turn out immortal.
(I'll also put a good word in with the Fates for you). By some wierd coincidence I had a somewhat similar
excremental experience two weeks ago. I went through a mild pneumonia. The docs took a chest x-ray and
casually told me it appered I have a lymphoma in my lungs and arranged for a CAT-scan the next morning. I
to bed that night fearing death for the first time in my life. Thankfully it also turned out to be a false alarm.
And with sound Nanaea's medical advice (sambucca 'n' bubble bath) I am back in running order.
Anyways if you read this in time, have a Merry Chrismas and enjoy your family.
Pavlos
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Thank you! And I'm delighted that yours too was a false alarm (which if nothing else, at least serve to keep us grounded in reality and an appreciation for the things we otherwise take for granted).
I hope you, Mrs. Che, and the Modem Monster all have a very Merry Christmas. May St. Nick (not the restaurant guy) finally leave the Elgin Marbles in your stocking!
(It's overdue, it's the right thing, and they deserve to be in a better neighbourhood than Tottenham Court Road and Great Russell St.)
I hope you, Mrs. Che, and the Modem Monster all have a very Merry Christmas. May St. Nick (not the restaurant guy) finally leave the Elgin Marbles in your stocking!
(It's overdue, it's the right thing, and they deserve to be in a better neighbourhood than Tottenham Court Road and Great Russell St.)
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The Parthenon Marbles
Thanks old beast, the Parthenon Marbles are a matter of concern to most Greeks. For those who are not
up to date: during the 19th century (when Greeks were under the Ottoman yoke) an Englishman,
Lord Elgin, amputated several marbles from the Acropolis and shipped them to England.
These marbles beautifully depict historical events and ancient Gods. They are presently in a hall in the London
Museum which is rented out for receptions and cocktail parties. A crying shame. They were half destroyed
during the early 20th century when "experts" set to restore them using sandpaper. We all hope the English
government will do the right thing.
PS: Meriel, put in a good word!
Thanks old beast, the Parthenon Marbles are a matter of concern to most Greeks. For those who are not
up to date: during the 19th century (when Greeks were under the Ottoman yoke) an Englishman,
Lord Elgin, amputated several marbles from the Acropolis and shipped them to England.
These marbles beautifully depict historical events and ancient Gods. They are presently in a hall in the London
Museum which is rented out for receptions and cocktail parties. A crying shame. They were half destroyed
during the early 20th century when "experts" set to restore them using sandpaper. We all hope the English
government will do the right thing.
PS: Meriel, put in a good word!
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The British government may be deaf to pleas to return the Elgin Marbles, but the pagan/literary community of Britain has been, for nearly two centuries, in vociferous support of their return. Lord Byron was perhaps the most outspoken about it, going so far as to have a public feud with Elgin, as well as write a poem about it:
Dull is the eye that will not weep to see
Thy walls defaced, thy mouldering shrines removed
By British hands, which it had best behoved
To guard those relics ne'er to be restored.
Curst be the hour when from their isle they roved,
And once again thy hapless bosom gored,
And snatch'd thy shrinking gods to northern climes abhorred!
Lord Byron was one of the greats. Anyone who'd raise a monument in memory of his deceased dog is okay in my books. :) It's a lovely memorial to Boatswain, too, at Newstead Abbey.
-- Nanaea
Dull is the eye that will not weep to see
Thy walls defaced, thy mouldering shrines removed
By British hands, which it had best behoved
To guard those relics ne'er to be restored.
Curst be the hour when from their isle they roved,
And once again thy hapless bosom gored,
And snatch'd thy shrinking gods to northern climes abhorred!
Lord Byron was one of the greats. Anyone who'd raise a monument in memory of his deceased dog is okay in my books. :) It's a lovely memorial to Boatswain, too, at Newstead Abbey.
-- Nanaea
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I am sincerely touched.
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Actually, I credit Nan's arrival not to any supernatural connections of mine but to the spin all over the 'Net about the vibrant discussion and snappy patter that pervades this site. It was only a matter of time before a person of her caliber found us.
@@@@ Hmmm... Well, besides us "Three Caballeros" (with an occasional "howdy!" from Mike C.) this place sometimes seems like a stopping-off point for cyber-transient teenage moms (or aspiring teenage moms). Have to admit, though, that sort of activity seems to have declined somewhat over the past few days. Must be that the home economics teacher who takes her class to the school library to use the 'puters there has noticed some unsavory talk about Satanism on this website lately. ;)
On the other hand, Satan or someone may have had a hand in somewhat curbing the tongues of our own PowerPuff Girls. It HAS been quieter lately.
@@@@ Ah, all kids are well-behaved when Christmas is just a couple days away. BTW, you do realize, don't you, what "Santa" is an anagram of? :)
But life is strange, and intervention (good and bad) is unpredictable. Yesterday I got the results back from a biopsy that my doctor had been very casual but insistent about doing. After telling me everything was okay, he said, "I'm surprised. Five out of six people with your blood test numbers turn out to be malignant." I was really up the rest of the day, altho I couldn't figure out "why me?" "The Grace of God", my wife said.
@@@@ I'm glad for you that everything turned okay, Daividh. I send positive energy your way for continued good health. :)
Good enough so far. But this AM I packed the car for the 300+ mile trip back to 12 days in NC. As I pulled out I lowered the driver's window to check the mailbox one last time. The window stuck solid only halfway back up. (Did I mention it was 3 degrees F with a wind chill of -17?) Seven phone calls to auto glass places, 20 frigid miles of driving there, two delayed hours, and $20 later, I finally headed home.
@@@@ Hmmm... Well, besides us "Three Caballeros" (with an occasional "howdy!" from Mike C.) this place sometimes seems like a stopping-off point for cyber-transient teenage moms (or aspiring teenage moms). Have to admit, though, that sort of activity seems to have declined somewhat over the past few days. Must be that the home economics teacher who takes her class to the school library to use the 'puters there has noticed some unsavory talk about Satanism on this website lately. ;)
On the other hand, Satan or someone may have had a hand in somewhat curbing the tongues of our own PowerPuff Girls. It HAS been quieter lately.
@@@@ Ah, all kids are well-behaved when Christmas is just a couple days away. BTW, you do realize, don't you, what "Santa" is an anagram of? :)
But life is strange, and intervention (good and bad) is unpredictable. Yesterday I got the results back from a biopsy that my doctor had been very casual but insistent about doing. After telling me everything was okay, he said, "I'm surprised. Five out of six people with your blood test numbers turn out to be malignant." I was really up the rest of the day, altho I couldn't figure out "why me?" "The Grace of God", my wife said.
@@@@ I'm glad for you that everything turned okay, Daividh. I send positive energy your way for continued good health. :)
Good enough so far. But this AM I packed the car for the 300+ mile trip back to 12 days in NC. As I pulled out I lowered the driver's window to check the mailbox one last time. The window stuck solid only halfway back up. (Did I mention it was 3 degrees F with a wind chill of -17?) Seven phone calls to auto glass places, 20 frigid miles of driving there, two delayed hours, and $20 later, I finally headed home.
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"I knew you'd get that. :) Don't know if the Simpides Family has ever appeared on Hellenic teevee, though"
Aren't you referring to that Greek-American Homer fellow?
Aren't you referring to that Greek-American Homer fellow?
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