Blurt Thread III - Emporium of Unexpected Exclamations & Revelations

Another midwestyankee sighting!!

On a unrelated note, I want bacon. Lots and lots of bacon.
 
Context: Daughter #2 is watching Lie To Me reruns starring Tim Roth :devil:, little girls are running around doing British accents.



Me: Son, can you do a Brit accent?

17yo son with autism: I am the Doctor. And you are the Daleks!

Me: So that's a yes.
 
Well I never expected that - and there was no cheese involved at all

:)
 
Many "Free Wi-Fi" spots don't much like it either.

Nor did the "open" wi-fi the last time I slept at an army barrack.
It did not take many seconds to VPN my way around it. I guess the secret service has me under observation now.
:)
 
yeah - I acknowledge that one and laughed
will accept what may be the future but won't repeat the past.
 
“You’re a ghost driving a meat-coated skeleton made from stardust, riding a rock, hurtling through space.

Fear nothing.”

~ Unknown​
 
He did it all of his own accord right on 14 months. He just woke up and decided he was done. I'm so sad about it. :eek:

Our oldest was that way. One day she just refused to nurse any more. She was the same way with diapers too. Said "no" one day, and never even had so much as a little accident after that. She just started college. They grow up overnight, it seems. Savor every moment.
 
Occasionally an unexpected wrong turn will lead you to a place, person, or moment of such astounding beauty, you are left staggered.

Before second guessing the other wrong turns in your life, remember that every turn taken – wrong or right – has lead you to exactly where you are right now.

I am happy, and would not change anything about my life.

So were any of those turns really wrong?
 
i used to wonder a lot about the road not taken, the unopened door, etc.

and i realized a while back that it was a form of mental masturbation: at the end of the day, while sometimes an interesting intellectual exercise, it really added nothing good to my life.

for whatever that's worth, em.

ed
 
i used to wonder a lot about the road not taken, the unopened door, etc.

and i realized a while back that it was a form of mental masturbation: at the end of the day, while sometimes an interesting intellectual exercise, it really added nothing good to my life.

for whatever that's worth, em.

ed

For the record, Frost's poem "The Road not Taken" actually WAS about mental masturbation. [/American lit teacher's voice]
 
For the record, Frost's poem "The Road not Taken" actually WAS about mental masturbation. [/American lit teacher's voice]

Oh, my! For all the complaint's I've heard about how that poem is been misunderstood none have been quite so...to the point! LOL!
 
Oh, my! For all the complaint's I've heard about how that poem is been misunderstood none have been quite so...to the point! LOL!

Indeed, it has. Here's what I mean when I say that the poem is about mental masturbation. First, the poem itself:

The Road Not Taken
BY ROBERT FROST

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.​


Most people take this poem to be a celebration of non-conformity, of taking a path in life that conventional people might avoid. In truth, the meaning is mostly contained in the final stanza. Here’s a paraphrase that might make the meaning easier to see:

When I get older, I’ll talk about my life like an old man talks.
I’ll tell people that one day as a young man I made a decision that was momentous.
But, as neither choice appeared any different to me at the time,
It’s only a momentous decision because it’s the one that I made.
I have no way of knowing if choosing the other path would have led to an even better life
But I pretend that my choice was the better one because that’s what people do.
We justify our choices by giving them meaning later in life.
 
Speaking about roads not usually taken: I suppose all we can do is wait and see and hope I didn't fuck it up :eek:
 
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