Watching somebody do something (usually something inane) a little more dangerously than last time, just to see whether he makes it… or injures himself, or dies.
Nah.
It’s not like he’s performing something beautiful, on its own, to watch or listen to….
The interest is in whether or not he fails, and if he does I don’t want to be watching.
While I wouldn’t pay for such a spectacle, I did see his son jump “the most Buicks ever”. It was free, it was a nice 1 mile walk from my house, and I had nothing else to do. Being sponsored by the local dealership, I was pretty confident that the set-up would not be stretching his capabilities any. It was interesting.
Well, what if these great minds discuss the ideas that led to those events and affected the people, both well and poorly? One can always learn from history what effects these theoretically great ideas have in real life.
The point is that the ideas do affect the human population and thus need consideration. Events involve people, but it is about the cause and effect. “People” in this quote refers to gossiping and laughing at the failings of others.
Not what happened, like the weather, or the wedding decorations, or who won the game. That’s discussing events.
Talking about or who wore what, or said or did what to whom… that could be called discussing events… or veering into discussing people…
But in any case, I’d say Mrs. Roosevelt meant that analysis and history, probing consequences, and such, were in the realm of thought, not part of the mindless diet of chatter and gossip she abhorred.
It’s amazing… and I have seen pictures of some Art Nouveau facades and doorways with similarly incredible ironwork.
But this one is strange, even considering the Art Nouveau fascination with the beautiful but grotesque.
I can’t tell whenever it’s meant to be animal or vegetable, ie, dragon or tree… and the edges are chopped off instead of curling gracefully.
It could be intentional, of course…
But looking at the faces of the men walking past, and at the empty cartouche on the right, and a couple of other mismatched design elements, I have to wonder whether this is yet another AI generated illustration for one of the imaginary civilisations that have grown up online.
I’m tired of AI images!
I want them to go away!
I know that’s a useless cry… I’m powerlessly wishing it were over when it has only just begun.
This doesn’t look like the side from which you’d want to attack.
Just got back from a Danube river trip, and some of those castles are situated on terrain that’s at least as difficult as this one would be.
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“…walk?”
Breakfast??!!
Lunch??!!
Dinner??!!
Scratches??!!
Vet??!! Wait!! What??!!!!
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I know I’m in the minority, but I never got it.
Watching somebody do something (usually something inane) a little more dangerously than last time, just to see whether he makes it… or injures himself, or dies.
Nah.
It’s not like he’s performing something beautiful, on its own, to watch or listen to….
The interest is in whether or not he fails, and if he does I don’t want to be watching.
While I wouldn’t pay for such a spectacle, I did see his son jump “the most Buicks ever”. It was free, it was a nice 1 mile walk from my house, and I had nothing else to do. Being sponsored by the local dealership, I was pretty confident that the set-up would not be stretching his capabilities any. It was interesting.
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Now THAT would have been a flash mob!
Well, what if these great minds discuss the ideas that led to those events and affected the people, both well and poorly? One can always learn from history what effects these theoretically great ideas have in real life.
The point is that the ideas do affect the human population and thus need consideration. Events involve people, but it is about the cause and effect. “People” in this quote refers to gossiping and laughing at the failings of others.
They’re still discussing ideas.
Not what happened, like the weather, or the wedding decorations, or who won the game. That’s discussing events.
Talking about or who wore what, or said or did what to whom… that could be called discussing events… or veering into discussing people…
But in any case, I’d say Mrs. Roosevelt meant that analysis and history, probing consequences, and such, were in the realm of thought, not part of the mindless diet of chatter and gossip she abhorred.
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There’s just something about an Irish pub…
It looks like, if you walk through the doors when it’s hungry….
It’s amazing… and I have seen pictures of some Art Nouveau facades and doorways with similarly incredible ironwork.
But this one is strange, even considering the Art Nouveau fascination with the beautiful but grotesque.
I can’t tell whenever it’s meant to be animal or vegetable, ie, dragon or tree… and the edges are chopped off instead of curling gracefully.
It could be intentional, of course…
But looking at the faces of the men walking past, and at the empty cartouche on the right, and a couple of other mismatched design elements, I have to wonder whether this is yet another AI generated illustration for one of the imaginary civilisations that have grown up online.
I’m tired of AI images!
I want them to go away!
I know that’s a useless cry… I’m powerlessly wishing it were over when it has only just begun.
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Got it. Right away!
Same here! Did someone goof?
Me three.
Great for you guys, it took me three tries to finally find it. It took a minute just to realize that those were yoyos that they were playing with.
I still don’t see it
Wotta bunch of yo-yos.
Time for a tummy rub!
“Cat? What cat?”
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I feel sooo bad about “liking” this…
JP started it!
A donkey who thinks he’s a dog, and a dog who thinks the cat is a cushion.
Is it something in the water?
,.,
There goes the neighborhood…
This doesn’t look like the side from which you’d want to attack.
Just got back from a Danube river trip, and some of those castles are situated on terrain that’s at least as difficult as this one would be.
I know I’ve talked about this one before…
Like Oklahounda, it’s a musical I grew up listening to…
“I’m gonna wash that mutt right outta my fur…”
“Basset H’ai… will call you….”
.…
I learned those songs (in my head… not for sharing) listening to the Broadway cast album on 78s, long before the film came out.
Eventually my parents also bought the movie soundtrack on LP.
I think they got nervous about us kids fighting over fragile 78s and their paper and cardboard album.
Each song loaded onto the turntable, played and turned over, with the needle carefully placed.
Three kids under 12, each having favorite songs to hear.
What could possibly go wrong?
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It took me ages to realise that the stage and movie versions sounded different because the roles were played by different people.
My mother always preferred listening to Easy-O Pinscher, instead of Rossano Basseti… till, alas, the 78 of “This Kibble Was Mine” bit the dust.
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Or course, the stage cast was chosen for their howling ability.
The movie cast… um… maybe not so much.
In those days, dubbing was hidden, as though it were a shameful secret.
Some people knew, just by listening. But I’m unfortunately not one of those people.
In recent years it has come to light that of the major cast, only Mitzi Houndor did her own howling.
I mean, most of the others howled, but their voices were dubbed by other dogs.
I’ve heard that in some films, the actors weren’t even told, till they heard other dog’s howls coming from their mouths on screen.
https://www.gocomics.com/wumo/2024/07/09
yeh, I saw it too. and saved it
it’s inspired