Be as boring as possible.

[Wild_Honey_66]

Went to the store wearing a brown shirt. Bought a brown candle.

 

[Hypoxia]

I'm considering restringing a mandolin from unisons to octaves. Instead of standard GG-DD-aa-ee it would be gG-dD-Aa-Ee (where lowercase notes are an octave higher than uppercase). That should drive many of you to unconsciousness.

 

[Blue]

This thread provoked me to think of a time when I was interesting and I'm genuinely unable to remember a single example.
I'm a pretty boring person.

 

[HBergeron]

I'm considering restringing a mandolin from unisons to octaves. Instead of standard GG-DD-aa-ee it would be gG-dD-Aa-Ee (where lowercase notes are an octave higher than uppercase). That should drive many of you to unconsciousness.

Gosh, that made me realize that I haven't seen my mandolin since the last time I moved - over 5 years ago... May have to look around. A novel idea for stringing, although I think it would drive me crazy having two strings where the lower octave was reversed. Plus, I would worry about the tension on the neck...

Doubling down on boring.

Me. <--- That's pretty fucking boring.

Oh Pshaw, sweetie.
I think we need to make a thread where we can tell our friends who think they're boring how incredibly vibrant and intriguing they really are.

 

[HisArpy]

Another day - another 53.5 cents per mile.

 

[gracie920101]

Another day - another 53.5 cents per mile.

Pssssst...HA....January 1 it changed to 0.545!

 

[HisArpy]

Wait, what?

WHO HOO, I'm rich! Rich, I tell you.

 

[removed9556]

 

[DeepGreenEyes]

What’s so great about Applebee’s To Go is that it’s the same great food you’ve come to love from Applebee’s, but it can be consumed on the go.

 

[Miles Long]

What’s so great about Applebee’s To Go is that it’s the same great food you’ve come to love from Applebee’s, but it can be consumed on the go.

Does that include the 2 for $20 menu?

 

[DeepGreenEyes]

Does that include the 2 for $20 menu?

Only if that includes the Sirachi Shrimp and the Cheeseburger Eggrolls.

 

[Dreamer110]

Damn this is boring.

 

[clistenovena]

This thread...

I re-watched a Martha Stewart vid on how to fold fitted sheets to look like they're not fitted sheets once they are folded.

Martha and the Fitted Sheet

Yes. All 7:02 of it.

 

[HisArpy]

Those orange grab handles on trash bags are really something. They even work as ties to keep the bag shut so the trash doesn't fall out.

 

[Blue]

Does anybody remember when they had dreams and aspirations grander than planning tomorrows dinner?

 

[Hypoxia]

Gosh, that made me realize that I haven't seen my mandolin since the last time I moved - over 5 years ago... May have to look around. A novel idea for stringing, although I think it would drive me crazy having two strings where the lower octave was reversed. Plus, I would worry about the tension on the neck...

Tension would be about the same. You're essentially only swapping strings. If nervous, just tune down a little. Maybe go down a minor third, from GDAE to EBF#D, the Yank Rachell tuning for playing blues in E.

For other fun there's the funky Get-Up-John tuning: F#A-DD-AA-AD

 

[cascadiabound]

reading the junk mail

 

[HisArpy]

Complacency is a higher art form.

 

[oggbashan]

How NOT to do it...

The roseate Sun, Phoebus’ orb, was glinting in the puddles and dappling the fallen leaves of the ancient forest as Joan made her way along the footpath leading from her rustic rose-entwined cottage, so beloved of tourists and her infrequent visitors from the city who left as soon as they reasonably could because the cottage lacked the basic amenities than any twenty-first century city dweller expected as of right such as satellite television and even running hot and cold water, both of which were unavailable, towards the steeple crowned hill on which the Parish Church sat as it had done for more than a thousand years surveying the expanding and contracting village in the valley beneath and perhaps regretting the earlier centuries when it had been filled to capacity by local residents each in their proper place and order according to the standards of the time, but Joan diverted from the direct route to the Church at a junction and was now heading in the direction of the Evening Star, the planet Venus known as Aphrodite to the Greeks but whether Greek or Roman was the personification of sexual desire, which sexual desire Joan was expecting to assuage once she reached her destination but in the meantime she was diverted by the interplay of light and shade from the evening sun as it sank lower on the horizon turning the landscape to a darkening ruddy hue which darkened further as she walked wondering whether she would reach her destination and assignation before Phoebus’ chariot had passed beyond her view but even if she did not her path was clear because she was accustomed to walking in the direction of the Evening Star every evening that she had free from her avocation of breeder of large and hairy dogs that bore a faint resemblance to The Hound of The Baskervilles and at times she would take one of the so-called breed with her on her perambulation which would certainly deter any evil minded loiterers upon her way but unfortunately also frequently prevented the consummation of her assignation by refusing to leave her side and repulsing her intended with ferocious barking and frenzied attacks barely held in check by the strong leash essential for such savage dogs but this time she was without a canine companion and therefore she hoped that the consummation would be forthcoming without let or hindrance as she continued to walk alongside the nearly dark woodlands before emerging on a slight eminence whence she could see her goal of another rose-entwined cottage from the chimney of which a wisp of smoke was arising promising warmth in both the physical, mental and sexual encounter which Joan would shortly enjoy.

"He's lit my fire" she said to herself.

PS. Ignoring the last short sentence which I couldn't resist:

Words 450
Sentences 1
Reading Ease 0
Grade Level 62.8

 

[coachdb18]

The roseate Sun, Phoebus’ orb, was glinting in the puddles and dappling the fallen leaves of the ancient forest as Joan made her way along the footpath leading from her rustic rose-entwined cottage, so beloved of tourists and her infrequent visitors from the city who left as soon as they reasonably could because the cottage lacked the basic amenities than any twenty-first century city dweller expected as of right such as satellite television and even running hot and cold water, both of which were unavailable, towards the steeple crowned hill on which the Parish Church sat as it had done for more than a thousand years surveying the expanding and contracting village in the valley beneath and perhaps regretting the earlier centuries when it had been filled to capacity by local residents each in their proper place and order according to the standards of the time, but Joan diverted from the direct route to the Church at a junction and was now heading in the direction of the Evening Star, the planet Venus known as Aphrodite to the Greeks but whether Greek or Roman was the personification of sexual desire, which sexual desire Joan was expecting to assuage once she reached her destination but in the meantime she was diverted by the interplay of light and shade from the evening sun as it sank lower on the horizon turning the landscape to a darkening ruddy hue which darkened further as she walked wondering whether she would reach her destination and assignation before Phoebus’ chariot had passed beyond her view but even if she did not her path was clear because she was accustomed to walking in the direction of the Evening Star every evening that she had free from her avocation of breeder of large and hairy dogs that bore a faint resemblance to The Hound of The Baskervilles and at times she would take one of the so-called breed with her on her perambulation which would certainly deter any evil minded loiterers upon her way but unfortunately also frequently prevented the consummation of her assignation by refusing to leave her side and repulsing her intended with ferocious barking and frenzied attacks barely held in check by the strong leash essential for such savage dogs but this time she was without a canine companion and therefore she hoped that the consummation would be forthcoming without let or hindrance as she continued to walk alongside the nearly dark woodlands before emerging on a slight eminence whence she could see her goal of another rose-entwined cottage from the chimney of which a wisp of smoke was arising promising warmth in both the physical, mental and sexual encounter which Joan would shortly enjoy.

"He's lit my fire" she said to herself.

PS. Ignoring the last short sentence which I couldn't resist:

Words 450
Sentences 1
Reading Ease 0
Grade Level 62.8

Can you do that AND include the word paleoanatomy?

 

[DeepGreenEyes]

The problem is that when someone posts something memorably boring, I find it immediately interesting.

 

[DeepGreenEyes]

Playground thread idea:

Post a letter that begins with “A.”
The next poster posts a letter that begins with “B.”
Then, the next poster posts a letter that begins with “C.”
And then you just sort of continue.

 

[cascadiabound]

counting the number of rings in my firewood cord word.

 

[twister947]

Reading a boring thread.........

 

[Zionisacat]

Off to the cricket today.