humpty dumpty

"When I use a word," Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, "it means just what I choose it to mean - neither more nor less."

"The question is," said Alice, "whether you can make words mean so many different things."

"The question is," said Humpty Dumpty, "which is to be master - that's all."

Victims

And I too was mistooken by me. Victims of the Taiwanese educational system can't understand the concept of a grammatical object. How could they possibly attempt to construct a sentence in the passive? What I should have said is that they construct sentences hither and tither confusing the notions of active and passive subject willy nilly as though no distinction existed.

a book about dogs

When they write CATS for example on the front cover of a book I am always assuming that they mean "This is a book about CATS," but then yesterday I saw a book with "CATS" on the cover but inside there was nothing but dogs. Naturally curious I contacted the publisher. He explained "Oh no, the book is about dogs. "Cats" is just the name. This is not a great story, kind of stupid really, but preferrable perhaps to the sadistic banality of regular life.

a moment of clarity

The wife and I trade languages. Monday is English, Tuesday Mandarin etc. Last Tuesday I had a moment of clarity. "Look" I said "This isn't working. Constantly hearing Mandarin that I have to guess the meaning of doesn't teach me anything and frustrates the living fuck out of me. We have to slow the whole thing down. I need to actually hear the words you are using, and either because I already know the words or because the context of our interaction make it obvious, know what they mean. You will need to repeat things slowly at first and then the same thing quicker after I've got it. I need to be able to say what I want to be able to say and I need to be able to say it correctly. I need you to correct my pronunciation, grammar and vocabulary choices. You should try to remember what I've learned recently and look for opportunities to use that vocabulary again. I will want to tape record a lot of this. Later I'll transcribe some of it into Pinyin and put it somewhere that I can review it. We can't 'just speak Chinese together' all the time because if we do that I often won't know if what I heard was what you meant or even if what "I" said was what "I" meant. For that we will need to translate and even though we just communicated the whole thing in English we will need to do it again in Chinese so that I can learn it. Seriously, this is important to me. I want to improve and if you want to help me you need to completely understand what I just said. We can relax and live but these basic things you gotta get OK?"

nothing more that bob can do

canucktyuktuk wrote -
bob is dead and no one cares
if there is a hell, I'll see you there


bob - Rage not against the dying of the light. Relax, relax, it'll be alright..

TomHill - bob wrote: Some people are trying to write here.

Well don't include yourself in that, bUb. When you fall into your 'pit' you are the same as another poster, who people here like to label an angry nutter. However you are able to curtail the perceived anger in your posts. So people are sympathetic to your mania. Lucky you. You have an acceptable madness, in the eyes of the masses.

The weasel character in my post was not thchief, or you, you self obsessed gimp, but a fictional character. A character of jealousy and spite, whom doesn't fit into thechiefs characterization.

You are wrong again bob, as you often are. You are much less William Blake, and much more William Shatner.

bob - Quote:
The weasel character in my post was not thchief, or you, you self obsessed gimp, but a fictional character. A character of jealousy and spite, whom doesn't fit into thechiefs characterization.


TomHill wrote:
Hate for hates sake. And here I draw thechief into the debate once more. For thechief appears, at least to these watchful eyes, to glorify the curmudgeon who bites at your ankles, and makes us feel empathic towards such adandoned, bereft and self-loathing souls.
bitterness is the domain of the thoughtful? I question that thus: what role for the bitter and the jealous and the spiteful? These are the weasle traits of the shallow, and poor of thought


Erp And you were doing so well there too. Banish thee! Away from bob! To the depths of sadistic banality I banish you!

TomHill - Make a point or go back to lala land. Transgressional bob, and self-obsessed bob rarely go hand in hand to the gentle reader of bobatribes.

bob - The most salient is always a wise first choice I suppose. What makes you so sure there is anger behind any of this? You call a person a self obsessed gimp and he's liable to be angry for a moment, but honestly, this stuff is all perfetctly hilarious as far as I'm concerned. suchafob, the chief, bob.... They are funny "characters." You are looking at total gratitude here. I hope people read my stuff and have some kind of wierd fun. That is all it is to me.

Anyway, I can't see how my anger can be both percieved and curtailed, percieved and curtailed being transitive verbs that tend to rather cancel each other out after a fashion, proving once again of course that bob is god of the rambling coherent. This might be short incarnation. It is bored to be god, all those bitter, lonely self absorbed little gimps cursing away at you all the time. It's tiring.

Tigerman - bob, I like your ramblings.

BroonAle in another time and space describing his posts wrote:
A seamless series of disconnects...


I liked that. Thought it was relevant to this thread, too.

bob - Tigerman wrote:
bob, I like your ramblings.

It is the coherency of bobdom I suspect. Like moths to the flame bobaholics are drawn, as if to visions of heaven.

TomHill - bob, I enjoy your ramblings. But you must have become a little self obsessed because I keep pointing out to you that my posts were not about YOU or about THECHIEF but about types of people. I'm NOT SAYING you are angry or driven by anger.

Read again, in Toms eyes.

Hate for hates sake. And here I draw thechief into the debate once more. For thechief appears, at least to these watchful eyes, to glorify the curmudgeon who bites at your ankles, (NOT you bob, not you, but an illusory curmudgeon) and makes us feel empathic towards such adandoned, bereft and self-loathing souls. (again, NOT you bob, but an imaginary person.)
bitterness is the domain of the thoughtful? I question that thus: what role for the bitter and the jealous and the spiteful? (STILL not about you bob) These are the weasle traits of the shallow, and poor of thought (once more for the record, NOT about bob.)

TomHill - Lets make this clearer. A timeline...

1) You call yourself God and ascribe certain traits to yourself. Clearly this is not a serious thread.
2) A debate about existential whatever and blah blah blah ensues out of these musings.
3) I post the following, which you, bob, chose to interpret as a personal attack of some kind.
Quote:
Existential misathropy Vs Grandiose Narcicocity. (Spellings gratefully received from bob on high.)

bob, you have ascribed the aesthetic role to the grandiose. These are the domain of the manic and the bi-polar. I challenge your perception of narcicosity, as you have weighed it too heavily against the misathrope. The existential misathrope is the universal narrator. Think of Mr Lockwood, and recall also the miserable young chappy in Howards End. These too embrace elements of the aesthete. And they are firmly in camp A. The all-seeing existential misathrope. I count Plutarch in these ranks also. They are our historians, our observational artists. The grandiose narcicosity camp embrace the obnoxious far more. Hate for hates sake. And here I draw thechief into the debate once more. For thechief appears, at least to these watchful eyes, to glorify the curmudgeon who bites at your ankles, and makes us feel empathic towards such adandoned, bereft and self-loathing souls. Bitterness is the domain of the thoughtful? I question that thus: what role for the bitter and the jealous and the spiteful? These are the weasle traits of the shallow, and poor of thought... No long nights with whisky and backgammon there.


4) You take that as a personal insult, and sling THIS at me... Quote:
Gosh tom that was optimistic. I mean really, wake up or go home would you. Some people are trying to write here.


You chose to insult me over something I wrote that had NO MALICIOUS intent in it at all.

So tough tits for anything that followed after that cos you threw the first stone.

bob - Yes dear but bob god apologized for that already. There is nothing more that he can do....

Tomhill

TomHill - Existential misathropy Vs Grandiose Narcicocity. (Spellings gratefully received from bob on high.)

bob, you have ascribed the aesthetic role to the grandiose. These are the domain of the manic and the bi-polar. I challenge your perception of narcicosity, as you have weighed it too heavily against the misathrope. The existential misathrope is the universal narrator. Think of Mr Lockwood, and recall also the miserable young chappy in Howards End. These too embrace elements of the aesthete. And they are firmly in camp A. The all-seeing existential misathrope. I count Plutarch in these ranks also. They are our historians, our observational artists. The grandiose narcicosity camp embrace the obnoxious far more. Hate for hates sake. And here I draw thechief into the debate once more. For thechief appears, at least to these watchful eyes, to glorify the curmudgeon who bites at your ankles, and makes us feel empathic towards such adandoned, bereft and self-loathing souls. Bitterness is the domain of the thoughtful? I question that thus: what role for the bitter and the jealous and the spiteful? These are the weasle traits of the shallow, and poor of thought... No long nights with whisky and backgammon there.

bob - TomHill wrote:
The all-seeing existential misathrope. I count Plutarch in these ranks also. They are our historians, our observational artists.


Gosh tom that was optimistic. I mean really, wake up or go home would you. Some people are trying to write here.

bob - It is difficult to know how to respond to this without a grammar lesson. bob is no longer god of anything. He has, ladies and gentlemen, made a mistake. I know that's probably difficult for you alll but in the interest of truth it must be admitted. The weasel character in Tom post was not bob but the chief. bob was wrong ladies and gentleman, bob was wrong. It is the end of an era.

canucktyuktuk - bob is dead and no one cares
if there is a hell, I'll see you there

bobilallot

the chief - Bob spelled backwards is, from one man's perspective at least, still bob.
MY bob isn't meant to conform to any of the expectations you may carry for YOUR bob.
All bobs to all men.
Take the "O" out of bob, what's left?
2 Bs.
Or, you know, NOT 2 Bs.
Is that a question?
Better to suffer the shwings and sparrows of outrageously overpriced FORTUNE subscriptions than, well...
To have never bobbed at all...
Wouldn't you say??
If a bob falls for Forrest (Gump? Whittaker? Your choice), and there's no one there to take a photo that can then be spread all over the Internet in a matter of hours, well...was there ever even a bob there?
And really, Bird sucked, don't you think?
Don't take my word for it, go on, ask bob.
He is, after all, your uncle.

bob - bobalittle bobalot, it makes no difference. But still, why bob? Steven spelled backwards spells god. As does Peter. Anyway, bouyed by the encouragement of his friends and the lovely fresh spring breezes of fall bob heads out now to where the monkees live high and swinging above pedestrian concerns about what mistakes women make, the monkees don't care and are not ashamed in their fascination

the chief -

...and the horses scream at night...

Big Fluffy Matthew - If there really is a bob, why does he let bad things happen, like that guy leaving The Wiggles ? Or does he enjoy it ?

Buttercup - There is a bob, and he hates YOU.

Funk500 - I know there's a Bob Log..

http://youtube.com/watch?v=mZ5fqCntOoE


bob - Be that as it may I maintain that there is a useful distinction to be made btwn existential misanthropy on the one hand and grandiose narcicosity on the other wherin it is to be noted that those suffering from existential misanthropy are prone to acts of sadistic banality while those prone to grandiose narcisosity are often guilty of bad spelling. Intratextural references can be used to create a sense of continuity, illusory or otherwise. I make no commitments beyond the enter button. And interupted rhythm patterns. Those suffering from grandiose narcisosity build sentences with good rhythm, a melody that seems to hint at a direction, purpose and meaning even, and then stop. Like the horse mentioned earlier but on a good day. There are no monkees. The sun is warm. The body relaxes and the mind wonders. Like many good Canadians canuktyuktuk is always right. Like all good Australians the chief is too. Buttercup, though young and fleshy still, shows real promise. Life is good.

I'll leave if you like

bismarck wrote:
bob wrote:
Modern man is pretty much incapable of authentic experience owing to the constant harping of cosmo, playboy, sexin the city, 50 mistake lsts etc....


Some folks believe Playboy et al is the primary reason for the decline of Western civilisation...

Some folks believe anything.


bob - Marijuana is NOT addictive!

JMcNeill - Huh?!?

bob - See.

I think we have been through this before. bob spelled backwards spells god, althought admittedly in the aetheistic sense of the word, which though not nearly so formidable as the theistic sense is still quite something if you stop and think about it. It is quite something even if you don't stop and think about but you won't realize it. It is a tree falls in the wood sort of situation.


SuchAFob - So you are a) calling yourself a dog and b) saying you do not exist?
You are a non existant dog?
Is the opposite of my religion: Existential Misanthropy?? ( I just don't know why any one else exists?)

Edit: I suppose maybe it is a similar religion. But where you negate yous existence, I question the reason behind it...

bob - It is a closed system. bob is god of the abstract nonsensical because bob is god of the abstract nonsensical. That is what he is. You can ask anybody. They will tell you "Yes, bob is god of the abstract nonsensical, repetitive and rhythmical, though he is a poor speller". They dance when bob types and engage in the most absurd imaginings involving grizzly bears and naked young women lined up at the fountain of love.

Big Fluffy Matthew - There is no bob.

bob - Yes, that would be the alternate view and one that though I am not personally well aquianted, am entirely sympathetic. Think of it this way, one day you are blowing up the soup and the next trying on the watch taken from the corpse of your dead lover four hours after the rest of his body was eaten alive. Does that make any sense? No, I didn't think so and so once again it has been proven beyond a doubt that bob is god of the abstract nonsensical, repetitive and rhythmical, though a poor speller.

SuchAFob - I would never wear his watch. It is too big and a little gaudy.

Therefore your proof does not suit my life experience.
I ask you again,
Why are you here?

bob - Actually that is the first time you asked me that. Anyway, it's like George Bush says "The way to fail, is just to quit." He goes on to stress the importace of analyzing the way forward which seems odd because the way forward doesn't exist yet and is therfore difficult, indeed impossible, to analyze. In any event I look up and see this is the "50 mistakes women make thread" and while that may seem like an excercise in almost sadistic banality to me it might actually be of some interest to some people, more interesting perhaps than flow of consciousness writing exercises. Apologies if it hasn't been particularly edifying. I'll leave if you like.