Old Sayings translated

[minsue]

Klaxon kaput. Scan for digital message.

 

[Guest]

Just gotta say, this thread is abso-fucking-lutely awesome!

I'm loving everyone's sayings. Perdita's "Don't let the bastards get you down" was brilliant.

Gonna try one of my own soon.

Lou

 

[Virtual_Burlesque]

A diurnal Golden Russet repels medical intervention.


Minsue:

Klaxon kaput. Scan for digital message.
=
Bumper Sticker: "Horn Broken. Watch for finger."

 

[minsue]

A diurnal Golden Russet repels medical intervention.


Minsue:

Klaxon kaput. Scan for digital message.
=
Bumper Sticker: "Horn Broken. Watch for finger."

LOL It was the digital that threw me off.

Love the new one, too, for the word diurnal if nothing else.

 

[Guest]

A diurnal Golden Russet repels medical intervention.

Lovely. Gimme a bite. P.

 

[Guest]

An over-abundance of food technicians has a negative effect on the thick soup-like substance.

Well, I tried...

Lou

 

[Guest]

Aw, Loulou. Try harder. P.

 

[Guest]

Aw, Loulou. Try harder. P.

LOL!

Loulou

 

[Guest]

Have a shag intead of an all out scrap.

Lou

 

[Virtual_Burlesque]

Detecting great quantities is possible, merely through witnessing

 

[Guest]

That was good.

Fecal excrements deemed, by cardinal or clergy, as being blessed and sacred.

OK - Holy Shit! Love it! I'm saving that one!

How about -

Choose not to ooze of trifling chattel; discontinue fondling the objects which exude.

 

[Virtual_Burlesque]

The monetary symbol settles in this vicinity.

 

[Guest]

Something our current president would never say!

 

[gauchecritic]

All cumuli have Ag perimeters.

Far from precipitation the outcome is stormy. (a bit Brit. that one)

An occurence of dirt implies a deposit of copper/zinc alloy (and this)

(always finish with a song)

Indicate the way to my abode
I'm weary and I wish to seek repose
I imbibed some alchohol sixty minutes ago
and it's gone straight to my cranium

No matter where I perambulate
O'er land or sea or atmospheric pressure
You will always hear me crooning this melody
Indicate the way to my abode.


Gauche

 

[Guest]

(always finish with a song)

Indicate the way to my abode
I'm weary and I wish to seek repose
I imbibed some alchohol sixty minutes ago
and it's gone straight to my cranium

No matter where I perambulate
O'er land or sea or atmospheric pressure
You will always hear me crooning this melody
Indicate the way to my abode.


Gauche

I love this song!

 

[minsue]

All cumuli have Ag perimeters.

Ooh, that's now tied with the blessed fecal excrements for my favorite one. (no, really, that's a compliment! )

 

[Guest]

The coruscating aggregate is naught a malleable ductile yellow metallic element.

Perdita

 

[gauchecritic]

The coruscating aggregate is naught a malleable ductile yellow metallic element.

Perdita

Never thought of glister as coruscating. Then again I never actually knew what coruscating meant.

Gauche

 

[Guest]

Never thought of glister as coruscating. Then again I never actually knew what coruscating meant.

Now you do.

Perdita

p.s. so glad you said glister.

 

[minsue]

Now you do.

Perdita

And now I know what the hell that saying was. Thanks for the hint, Gauche!

 

[Guest]

Minge:

All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told.
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold.
Gilded tombs do worms enfold.

The Merchant of Venice (II, vii)

It's from the 'casket scene' wherein Portia's suitors must choose the right casket (box) to win her hand in marriage. The three boxes are of gold, silver and lead.

Perdita

 

[minsue]

Minge:

All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told.
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold.
Gilded tombs do worms enfold.

The Merchant of Venice (II, vii)

It's from the 'casket scene' wherein Portia's suitors must choose the right casket (box) to win her hand in marriage. The three boxes are of gold, silver and lead.

Perdita

I never knew that's where that saying came from. Thanks, 'Dita!

 

[cloudy]

It is invariably unilluminated antecedent to daybreak.

 

[Guest]

Min, here's more you might recognize, all 'coined' by Shakespeare. P.

If you cannot understand my argument, and declare "It's Greek to me", you are quoting Shakespeare; if you claim to be more sinned against than sinning, you are quoting Shakespeare; if you recall your salad days, you are quoting Shakespeare; if you act more in sorrow than in anger, if your wish is father to the thought, if your lost property has vanished into thin air, you are quoting Shakespeare; if you have ever refused to budge an inch or suffered from green-eyed jealousy, if you have played fast and loose, if you have been tongue-tied, a tower of strength, hoodwinked or in a pickle, if you have knitted your brows, made a virtue of necessity, insisted on fair play, slept not one wink, stood on ceremony, danced attendance (on your lord and master), laughed yourself into stitches, had short shrift, cold comfort or too much of a good thing, if you have seen better days or lived in a fool's paradise - why, be that as it may, the more fool you, for it is a foregone conclusion that you are (as good luck would have it) quoting Shakespeare; if you think it is early days and clear out bag and baggage, if you think it is high time and that that is the long and short of it, if you believe that the game is up and that truth will out even if it involves your own flesh and blood, if you lie low till the crack of doom because you suspect foul play, if you have your teeth set on edge (at one fell swoop) without rhyme or reason, then - to give the devil his due - if the truth were known (for surely you have a tongue in your head) you are quoting Shakespeare; even if you bid me good riddance and send me packing, if you wish I were dead as a door-nail, if you think I am an eyesore, a laughing stock, the devil incarnate, a stony-hearted villain, bloody-minded or a blinking idiot, then - by Jove! O Lord! Tut, tut! for goodness' sake! what the dickens! but me no buts - it is all one to me, for you are quoting Shakespeare.

(Bernard Levin. From The Story of English. Robert McCrum, William Cran and Robert MacNeil. Viking: 1986).

 

[destinie21]

May you descend directly into the abyss of fire and brimstone