[size=150]Blasphemers! Demon Dealers Most Foul[/size]
I cast you out, unclean spirit, along with every Satanic power of the enemy, every spectre from hell, and all your fell companions; in the name of Steve Jobs. Begone and stay far from this creature of Mac. For it is He who commands you, He who flung you headlong from the heights of heaven into the depths of hell. It is He who commands you, He who once stilled the sea and the wind and the storm. Hearken, therefore, and tremble in fear, Satan, you enemy of the faith, you foe of the Macites, you begetter of death, you robber of life, you corrupter of justice, you root of all evil and vice; seducer of men, betrayer of the nations, instigator of envy, font of avarice, fomentor of discord, author of pain and sorrow. Why, then, do you stand and resist, knowing as you must that Steve Jobs brings your plans to nothing? Fear Him, for he triumphed over the powers of hell. Begone, then, in the name of the Mac OS10 Snow Leopard Give place to the UNIXSpirit by this sign of the Bitten Apple, GO FROM THIS PLACE! I tell you
[size=150]BEGONE! HENCEFORTH NEVER TO RETURN![/size]
That’s because it’s a whole new eco-system in here. You have to expect language developments and other cultural changes when new life forms develop and become established.
NO!NO!NO!NO!NOOOO !!! Yknow wot yve done,dont y? Youve just opened the sluice-gates for the soddin [i]'Evolution vs Creation[/i]' bungawowwa! :open_mouth: Before not so many more posts are made, were gonna have Pastor ODell nMother Hermione Carradee, goin at it hammer n tongues, with the likes of the old curmudgeons Druid, P.J.Sheenan, Judbert et al!
EDITED: cmon, ys must be skimmin`
It was lovely and peaceful before.
What? Are you suggesting that I should “pounce” on this and start a debate? I can if you want. I think if you look at the previous debates we have entered there was little to no pouncing. At lest twice there were actual invites to further discussion.
On the other hand, cats are well known for pouncing and taking things off to unknown locations. Keys, socks, threads. Lots of threads.
I remember once when I was crocheting a baby jacket, we came home to find the yarn unraveled down the stairs and across a few rooms… The kitty got in big trouble, and now only comes after a string if it’s one that has been offered to him. When I crochet or knit, he sits and watches me until I show mercy.
What about all the MOOing? You can’t really call that peaceful, can you? Jolly loud, cows are. We once went camping in Italy, and the cows in the next field woke us up at five every morning with their mooing and their cowbells and their obsessive sauntering up to the top of the field for no doubt nefarious purposes.
Ahhh a pastoral idyll. Yve not been at the Acapulco Gold again, ave y`. 8)
Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.
Cows are certainly more psychologically complex than we give them credit for. Between fighting the herd mentality and gender identity crisis they have the constant lactation or knowledge of their impending doom to deal with. Add to this the constant weight gain and you can see … porterhouse, T-bone, NY strip, eye of round and filet mignon.
My experience with cows, which does involve more than a steak knife and is not of the variety that vic-k is about to suggest, leaves one with the impression that a box of rocks would win an IQ contest.
Well Fluff, Mr K does have his plus sides. Hours of entertainment (especially if you include the time required to clean up after a coffee expulsion), interpretation between the various levels of gutter dwelling, and of course, there is the rare yet useful insight into human oddities. Add to that his opposable thumb which enables him to open cans of tuna, salmon, and sardines, and you might want be a little more conciliatory toward your human.