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Arthur of the Roundish Table: Chivalry and Master Rumpole
Back at Camelot we move into the Squire's School, run by Master Rumpole...
All right, so which of you are sure that you shall become knights upon reaching that magic age of 13. Come, come, SPEAK UP. Richie, tell me, are you all prepared to pick up the mantel?
No Sir Master Rumpole, for it has been written that: If my children are honest and brave, they will have enough, if they are worthless, it would be a pity to leave them much, responded Richie.
Very well put, Richie. And you, Tumsy, who was the first Knight for All Times?
Uh, uh, Alexander the Great, Master Rumpole. Greater than all the rest.
Well, Tumsy, I am going to let that slide. That is not a bad answer but I wanted to underline who are greatest examples of knighthood are during the lecture the morning. And remember, in Squire School....Master Rumpole looked up
MORTIMER. MORTIMER GET UP HERE RIGHT NOW.
Mortie went to the front of the class.
MORTIMER, WHAT IS THE FIRST RULE OF KNIGHTHOOD IN THIS CLASSROOM.
Uh, uh, keep thy hands out of one's leggings?
Now go sit down you little slime bucket.
As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, we must remember that the things said in this class, the things taught in this class, the things learned in this class are outside the ambit of the clerical. Now what does that mean Red Bottom....RED BOTTOM
Um...Catechism class has nothing to do with the class of the squires Master Rumpole. And ..er..outside this classroom whether in Catechism or playing in the yard, this is a secret place a...secret society. This is where we learn honor.
An A for the day Red Bottom, for sure. Fine, fine answer. Everybody, what do we say to Red Bottom.
Honor above all and honor to Red Bottom today, the class roared.
Very good. Very fine. Now I must go back to my first point this morning. The Archangel Michael is recognized as the first example of Chivalry. Always beckon onto him. A.M slew the dragons, carried the word of the Lord (blesses himself) along with the Angel Gabriel and served as God's right hand for centuries untold. Otherwise the list of the best examples of knighthood are as follows:
Hector, of Troy, Achilles of Greece, Alexander of Macedonia (All of Classical Greece)
Julius Caesar of Rome
Josua, David, Judas Maccabaeus (all three of the Oldest Testament)
King Arthur
(And one day Charlemagne as foretold by Merlin and Taliesin and Blaise)
These represent the best of all the human knights. Remember Semper Fidelis. What does that mean Scruffy?
Master Rumpole, Semper Fidelis means always faithful.
WHAT ART THOU INVOLVED IN NOW PINKY PANTS?
It was not me it was Mortimer, he was throwing boogers at me.
PINKY PANTS GET UP HERE NOW. Pinky waltzes up to the front of the class. You are now on Manure Detail for the rest of the week. Pinky slinks out.
NEVER, NEVER, NEVER RAT ON YOUR SCHOOL MATES!!!!! But Booger Mort, get up here. You will stand on your head in the corner until I give the thumbs up.
To whom, Scruffy? SCRUFFY. To whom are you to remain faithful?
Always faithful to the death to members of one's knighthood.
Very fine. Very good Scruffy. We are first faithful to ourselves. Then to our steeds. Then to our comrades in arms. And finally we are faithful to our Knighthood.
Now we shall list the most important rules of Chivalry. First, we are forever in worship of Our Lord and Savior Jesu Christe. He is the object of our adoration at all times. We shall never forsake him. We shall never place ourselves above him or any other person or thing.
The First Rule of Knighthood after our fealty to Jesus Christ. (All kneel and cross themselves)
The Mortal Rules of the Knighthood are many and sundry. Red Bottom what does sundry mean?
Various and many Master Rumpole.
Very good and very fine. Now the first rule in the mortal world involves honour, honour above all else. I know it when I see it.
But what does honour encompass? Well sometimes I go to basic sources, like Wiki:
Honour (from the Latin word honos, honoris) is the evaluation of a person's trustworthiness and social status based on that individual's espousals and actions. Honour is deemed exactly what determines a person's character: whether or not the person reflects honesty, respect, integrity, or fairness.
Dr Samuel Johnson, in his A Dictionary of the English Language (1755), defined honour as having several senses, the first of which was "nobility of soul, magnanimity, and a scorn of meanness." Finally, with respect to women, honour may be synonymous with "chastity" or "virginity", or in case of a married woman, "fidelity".
Do not spend too much time on that nasty issue concerning chastity and virginity. Save that for Catechism and at least feign an understanding of it. Honour therefore is not really a rule it is a STATE OF MIND, a STATE OF THE SOUL, and a STATE OF INTERNAL BEING. It encompasses all of the rules of chivalry. So when we speak of Honour, we are speaking of perfection attained by following the Rules of Chivalry.
The first Rule of Chivalry is PRIDE. But this involves several aspects and examples at the same time.
We must have pride of self. If we are not proud, we are in no position to fulfill any of the goals of knighthood. We keep ourselves clean. We bathe at least once a week. Which reminds me, Tooter.
Yes Master Rumpole.
You will leave presently and will return home to bathe immediately. Jesu Christe (Everybody blesses themselves as if one of the little boogers had just sneezed) you smell like a republican at an energy convention. Tooter slinks out of the room.
All of a sudden, Red Bottom stood up and declared:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY RUMPOLE OF THE BAILEY
And with that all the boys dropped their leggings, turned around and mooned their master.
Master Rumpole turned red, and began roaring with laughter. CLASS DISMISSED. We shall continue this discussion tomorrow:
JESU CHRISTE (Blessing himself and laughing himself into his chair)
Meanwhile, the Moor has been reunited with Eduardo...
The knight and steed had set out to find Snerf who was supposed to finding Lancelot....
Oh it is good to be back in the saddle said Palidan.
Methinks you have been in the saddle for a fortnight, responded Eduardo.
WHAT. Enough silliness. We are on a quest. A quest seeking the quester for the...Oh this is far more complicated than any horse could understand. But I will not stand here, or gallop here or pace here for a fortnight listening to smooching and cuddling and holding and caressing, Jesu Christe...
Sir Palidan blessed himself. Eduardo was not very good at blessing himself, but he kind of noddedin silence. Which was ok since he was a horse and everything.
Just then, in the distance, a grand knight appeared with spear ready for a joust and called out:
I AM THE KNIGHT OF THE FOREST, DECLARE WHO THOU ART KNIGHT AND PREPARE FOR BATTLE.
Oh Jesus (did not bless himself this time, after all Palidan was kind of new to all this Christianity stuff but he was working on it and Eduardo did not give him much guff and...) Sir Palidan prepared his spear and readied for the joust.
I AM SIR PALIDAN OF THE COURT OF KING ARTHUR, PREPARE TO MEET YOUR MAKER.
Oh lighten up fair Palidan. I just like to say that line. It makes me feel better. Besides I have been having this trouble with my back and one more joust and I might as well retire and make ale. You know distilling is a much better hobby. And what good can come of all this warring all the time. A savage type of engagement between two knights. Do you not think? And with that the Knight of the Forest dismounted and bowed to the Moor.
Sir Palidan began laughing and he too dismounted. And the four mammals commiserated.
They supped and spoke of deeds and ladies and their quests.
Join us in our quest, Sir Knight of the Forest, prayed Sir Palidan.
That is a fine idea for an errant knight.
Eduardo swore that the knight's mare was winking at him.
All right, so which of you are sure that you shall become knights upon reaching that magic age of 13. Come, come, SPEAK UP. Richie, tell me, are you all prepared to pick up the mantel?
No Sir Master Rumpole, for it has been written that: If my children are honest and brave, they will have enough, if they are worthless, it would be a pity to leave them much, responded Richie.
Very well put, Richie. And you, Tumsy, who was the first Knight for All Times?
Uh, uh, Alexander the Great, Master Rumpole. Greater than all the rest.
Well, Tumsy, I am going to let that slide. That is not a bad answer but I wanted to underline who are greatest examples of knighthood are during the lecture the morning. And remember, in Squire School....Master Rumpole looked up
MORTIMER. MORTIMER GET UP HERE RIGHT NOW.
Mortie went to the front of the class.
MORTIMER, WHAT IS THE FIRST RULE OF KNIGHTHOOD IN THIS CLASSROOM.
Uh, uh, keep thy hands out of one's leggings?
Now go sit down you little slime bucket.
As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, we must remember that the things said in this class, the things taught in this class, the things learned in this class are outside the ambit of the clerical. Now what does that mean Red Bottom....RED BOTTOM
Um...Catechism class has nothing to do with the class of the squires Master Rumpole. And ..er..outside this classroom whether in Catechism or playing in the yard, this is a secret place a...secret society. This is where we learn honor.
An A for the day Red Bottom, for sure. Fine, fine answer. Everybody, what do we say to Red Bottom.
Honor above all and honor to Red Bottom today, the class roared.
Very good. Very fine. Now I must go back to my first point this morning. The Archangel Michael is recognized as the first example of Chivalry. Always beckon onto him. A.M slew the dragons, carried the word of the Lord (blesses himself) along with the Angel Gabriel and served as God's right hand for centuries untold. Otherwise the list of the best examples of knighthood are as follows:
Hector, of Troy, Achilles of Greece, Alexander of Macedonia (All of Classical Greece)
Julius Caesar of Rome
Josua, David, Judas Maccabaeus (all three of the Oldest Testament)
King Arthur
(And one day Charlemagne as foretold by Merlin and Taliesin and Blaise)
These represent the best of all the human knights. Remember Semper Fidelis. What does that mean Scruffy?
Master Rumpole, Semper Fidelis means always faithful.
WHAT ART THOU INVOLVED IN NOW PINKY PANTS?
It was not me it was Mortimer, he was throwing boogers at me.
PINKY PANTS GET UP HERE NOW. Pinky waltzes up to the front of the class. You are now on Manure Detail for the rest of the week. Pinky slinks out.
NEVER, NEVER, NEVER RAT ON YOUR SCHOOL MATES!!!!! But Booger Mort, get up here. You will stand on your head in the corner until I give the thumbs up.
To whom, Scruffy? SCRUFFY. To whom are you to remain faithful?
Always faithful to the death to members of one's knighthood.
Very fine. Very good Scruffy. We are first faithful to ourselves. Then to our steeds. Then to our comrades in arms. And finally we are faithful to our Knighthood.
Now we shall list the most important rules of Chivalry. First, we are forever in worship of Our Lord and Savior Jesu Christe. He is the object of our adoration at all times. We shall never forsake him. We shall never place ourselves above him or any other person or thing.
The First Rule of Knighthood after our fealty to Jesus Christ. (All kneel and cross themselves)
The Mortal Rules of the Knighthood are many and sundry. Red Bottom what does sundry mean?
Various and many Master Rumpole.
Very good and very fine. Now the first rule in the mortal world involves honour, honour above all else. I know it when I see it.
But what does honour encompass? Well sometimes I go to basic sources, like Wiki:
Honour (from the Latin word honos, honoris) is the evaluation of a person's trustworthiness and social status based on that individual's espousals and actions. Honour is deemed exactly what determines a person's character: whether or not the person reflects honesty, respect, integrity, or fairness.
Dr Samuel Johnson, in his A Dictionary of the English Language (1755), defined honour as having several senses, the first of which was "nobility of soul, magnanimity, and a scorn of meanness." Finally, with respect to women, honour may be synonymous with "chastity" or "virginity", or in case of a married woman, "fidelity".
Do not spend too much time on that nasty issue concerning chastity and virginity. Save that for Catechism and at least feign an understanding of it. Honour therefore is not really a rule it is a STATE OF MIND, a STATE OF THE SOUL, and a STATE OF INTERNAL BEING. It encompasses all of the rules of chivalry. So when we speak of Honour, we are speaking of perfection attained by following the Rules of Chivalry.
The first Rule of Chivalry is PRIDE. But this involves several aspects and examples at the same time.
We must have pride of self. If we are not proud, we are in no position to fulfill any of the goals of knighthood. We keep ourselves clean. We bathe at least once a week. Which reminds me, Tooter.
Yes Master Rumpole.
You will leave presently and will return home to bathe immediately. Jesu Christe (Everybody blesses themselves as if one of the little boogers had just sneezed) you smell like a republican at an energy convention. Tooter slinks out of the room.
All of a sudden, Red Bottom stood up and declared:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY RUMPOLE OF THE BAILEY
And with that all the boys dropped their leggings, turned around and mooned their master.
Master Rumpole turned red, and began roaring with laughter. CLASS DISMISSED. We shall continue this discussion tomorrow:
JESU CHRISTE (Blessing himself and laughing himself into his chair)
Meanwhile, the Moor has been reunited with Eduardo...
The knight and steed had set out to find Snerf who was supposed to finding Lancelot....
Oh it is good to be back in the saddle said Palidan.
Methinks you have been in the saddle for a fortnight, responded Eduardo.
WHAT. Enough silliness. We are on a quest. A quest seeking the quester for the...Oh this is far more complicated than any horse could understand. But I will not stand here, or gallop here or pace here for a fortnight listening to smooching and cuddling and holding and caressing, Jesu Christe...
Sir Palidan blessed himself. Eduardo was not very good at blessing himself, but he kind of noddedin silence. Which was ok since he was a horse and everything.
Just then, in the distance, a grand knight appeared with spear ready for a joust and called out:
I AM THE KNIGHT OF THE FOREST, DECLARE WHO THOU ART KNIGHT AND PREPARE FOR BATTLE.
Oh Jesus (did not bless himself this time, after all Palidan was kind of new to all this Christianity stuff but he was working on it and Eduardo did not give him much guff and...) Sir Palidan prepared his spear and readied for the joust.
I AM SIR PALIDAN OF THE COURT OF KING ARTHUR, PREPARE TO MEET YOUR MAKER.
Oh lighten up fair Palidan. I just like to say that line. It makes me feel better. Besides I have been having this trouble with my back and one more joust and I might as well retire and make ale. You know distilling is a much better hobby. And what good can come of all this warring all the time. A savage type of engagement between two knights. Do you not think? And with that the Knight of the Forest dismounted and bowed to the Moor.
Sir Palidan began laughing and he too dismounted. And the four mammals commiserated.
They supped and spoke of deeds and ladies and their quests.
Join us in our quest, Sir Knight of the Forest, prayed Sir Palidan.
That is a fine idea for an errant knight.
Eduardo swore that the knight's mare was winking at him.
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After chivalry, there should be studies on "courtly love" I think. I'll be interested to read the dd take!
Good going, dd!
March 18, 2009 10:10 AM | Reply | Permalink
Thanks TheraP. I thought I would take you back to elementary school. I have at least 8 pages on Chivalry to go, but I cannot put it in all at once or I will bore myself. Well, not myself, I kind of like this stuff!!! Courtly love wraps it up at the end. A little Chretian will do the trick.
March 18, 2009 10:26 AM | Reply | Permalink
Amen, dd! Looking forward to all of it! :-)
March 18, 2009 11:22 AM | Reply | Permalink
Be careful what you wish for Lady TheraP. Boys educated in such schools as our narrator describes here often discover love before they discover girls, leading to all manner of unseemly behaviors later in life.
March 18, 2009 1:41 PM | Reply | Permalink
Larry, you have a real variety show going on there.
I had no idea House had been in the Black Adder.
I have no sound, but these were really great videos.
I wish they would play this series again.
Thrusting at the girds so to speak. hahhahahahah What is it Lord Flashpoint?
March 18, 2009 2:23 PM | Reply | Permalink
Larry, I have long since given up predicting where dd's mind will go next! I am well aware we'll get stream of consciousness and more!
But I sure appreciate the forewarning. And loved the video. :)
March 18, 2009 2:32 PM | Reply | Permalink
I'm glad at least SOMEBODY around here's trying to teach honour. Honour, Pride and a bit of the Berserker - the Scots Triple play.
And the way I was taught, the 3 greatest knights were Achilles, Joshua and Arthur. With Gordie Howe above all.
All Hail! HOWE! All Hail! HOWE! ALL Hail! HOWE!
Amen.
March 18, 2009 10:42 AM | Reply | Permalink
GORDIE HOWE. Wow. Willie Mays & Mickey Mantle--but always, always, the Babe first.
You all wanted knives on your feet and big sticks in your hand.
March 18, 2009 10:46 AM | Reply | Permalink
Q - three words: "The.Great.One".
March 18, 2009 10:52 AM | Reply | Permalink
Three other words: The Yzerman cometh.
March 18, 2009 11:00 AM | Reply | Permalink
The Yzerman commeth.I had to Wiki. That is how dense I am.
What happened to ORR. But I do recall that Howe did play until he was 73 or something.
March 18, 2009 11:17 AM | Reply | Permalink
The Orr is above all human knights, the 4th part of the Godhead is He. There's the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit and the HOLY SHIT DID YOU SEE THAT, OMG HE SCORED!!!??!!!
Number 4, Bobby Orr.
March 18, 2009 11:23 AM | Reply | Permalink
Q - I was going to get sarcastic here, but then I went off and saw this. Jesus H. A... that guy was AMAZING!
March 18, 2009 12:40 PM | Reply | Permalink
hahahaha very good, very fine
March 18, 2009 1:33 PM | Reply | Permalink
"Honour therefore is not really a rule; it is a STATE OF MIND, a STATE OF THE SOUL, and a STATE OF INTERNAL BEING...."
Exactly. DD. And the schoolchildren of today have never heard it. May I read this bit to my classes?
Speaking of which, running thither, late for the next one.
March 18, 2009 11:00 AM | Reply | Permalink
What is here is yours. Just not the part about mooning.hahahaha
March 18, 2009 11:05 AM | Reply | Permalink
Dear Dick - my puggishness obliges me to take issue with this bit
"a STATE OF MIND,
a STATE OF THE SOUL, and
a STATE OF INTERNAL BEING."
seems you're espousing that well-debunked Quinnean tri-cameralism once again. do we need to go over this again?!
March 18, 2009 11:54 AM | Reply | Permalink
Young men of questionable abilities being educated by old men of dubious integrity – I take this to be a parable for our times. And what does our Lord narrator intend for us to learn from this story? Perhaps it is that we should not expect too much of our Senators and CEO’s. After all their characters were formed in the tepid waters of privilege, their steel hardened by the barely warm foundries of our exclusive preparatory academies, their moral instruction as ambivalent and easily distracted as their pre-pubescent manliness. These men who rule us now were once boys and raised as they were in the school of velvet knocks should not be expected to do other than recite the tomes of chivalric principle with a stuttering and mumbling conviction. It is our fate to stand at the feet of these imbeciles, which our Lord Narrator would have us understand in this little vignette from the magical before times.
March 18, 2009 1:43 PM | Reply | Permalink
Larry - I have a slight complaint. I've started bookmarking TPM comments I find extraordinary, and if you keep this up, you are going to clutter up my bookmark files in no time. So, please, once in a while say something that does not require careful safekeeping for posterity!
March 18, 2009 2:56 PM | Reply | Permalink
I just send all of Larry's comments to my Mum, so she'll think I'm hangin' in a high class establishment. (Though I may have to clean up that "their steel hardened by the barely warm foundries" bit....)
March 18, 2009 3:03 PM | Reply | Permalink
LOL!!! Same goes for you bluenoser! Lose a few neurons, would ya?
March 18, 2009 3:04 PM | Reply | Permalink
Could you save these great comments up and every once in a while publish a blog of them? :)
March 18, 2009 3:07 PM | Reply | Permalink
That's a good idea, Thera - I'll see what I can do...
March 18, 2009 3:29 PM | Reply | Permalink
"These men who rule us now were once boys and raised as they were in the school of velvet knocks should not be expected to do other than recite the tomes of chivalric principle with a stuttering and mumbling conviction. It is our fate to stand at the feet of these imbeciles, which our Lord Narrator would have us understand in this little vignette from the magical before times."
Well there are two lines that are absolutely perfect. But You were getting the award for this one:
"Boys educated in such schools as our narrator describes here often discover love before they discover girls, leading to all manner of unseemly behaviors later in life."
That is, I hereby award you the Dayly Line of the Day at the TPMCafe, given to all of you from all of me. X3.
I am attempting a lecture on Chivalry which will take at least another two episodes. But you really succeed in dredging out the moat, so to speak. A lot of dead bodies and disease lie in that moat.
I think of w drunk with a funny hat on 35 years ago or so at Skull & bones or whatever the hell it is called.
Then, fast forward 20 years or so and he is in the governor's mansion with his brother laughing at an attorney who is simply trying to save a life.
Jack Reed comes to mind. Would not stand when they played the Star Spangled Banner.
March 18, 2009 1:57 PM | Reply | Permalink
dd, I can see you've been preparing for this role all your life. But never knew it till now! :-)
March 18, 2009 2:35 PM | Reply | Permalink
I will say this. I awaken in the morning happy I have awoken. hahahahaha. I do exactly what I really like to do.
Larry is some kind of genius seven years older than me. Q does as he does with no scheming. Obey is a philosopher. I could go on and on.
Oh and somebody wrote a poem yesterday about me!!!hahahahaha
Too many 'I's in this rant.
March 18, 2009 2:48 PM | Reply | Permalink
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you member of the academy. I am honored just to be on the list of nominees for this award. You are all winners and great artists and I accept the trophy on all of your behalves.
Wow, Gee, Well I have a lot of people to thank here. I wrote down a list so I would not forget anyone. Lets see, OK First:
My third grade teacher Sister Mary Aloysius who taught me to work hard. She welded a fearsome ruler and I learned early and well that not being prepared had a stinging repercussion. That ruler has continued to motivate me in all of my life’s endeavors.
Next my third grade teacher Sister Mary Aloysius who taught me courage. Each time I walked up the aisle to the front of the class to receive my corrective punishment, I learned a little more about what it takes to make it in this world. Each day when I awake it seems as though I am yet again walking up that aisle.
Next is, of course, my third grade teacher Sister Mary Aloysius, who taught me that the coward dies a thousand deaths. I learned to stick out my hand, palm up and stiff. To do other was to risk a second administration of her little tax. Now I suffer my fears only once, and move quickly on to the next one.
And next my third grade teacher Sister Mary Aloysius who never gave up on me, continuing to ask me to answer in class. Her persistence led me to learn to never give up on myself, no matter the cost to me.
And lastly, Gotama who discovered that the wisdom my third grade teacher Sister Mary Aloysius had so diligently taught me was in fact The First Noble Truth: Life Means Suffering. Boy does it ever.
I’m so happy to receive this award. So where’s the ruler?
March 18, 2009 2:53 PM | Reply | Permalink
Congratulations Larry! Still... what I said above. think of the poor little bookmarker...
:0)
March 18, 2009 3:03 PM | Reply | Permalink
Thanks Obey. Twice. And I’m sorry also, I guess, to cause you any problem. But then what is that you have behind your back? Is that a ruler?
March 18, 2009 3:07 PM | Reply | Permalink
huh? I know there's something back there, but when I surprise-attack it, it keeps getting away. People say somebody put a tail on me (probably the government). I keep trying to catch him... slippery sly fucker...
March 18, 2009 3:13 PM | Reply | Permalink
Larry, you and Obey are rising to heights here! Along with dd. If we all survive this downturn and meltdown, it will be due in large part to the magnificent prose and marvelous humor!
Kudos! :)
March 18, 2009 3:09 PM | Reply | Permalink
I do hope the Lord Narrator will linger a while on the subject of training the young in the art of chivalry. It has great potential as an anvil for hammering out some pointed satire about “this downturn and meltdown.” After all our “Walter Chronkite” is none other than a comedian, Jon Stewart. One cannot understand the value of DD’s efforts here without knowing the times we are in. He makes me laugh but he also makes me think.
And there is precedent for this. I am a huge fan of Jonathan Swift and the Restoration poets Pope and Dryden. They lived through civil war and reconstituted monarchies and while there is both great humor and great art in their writing, it is also something of a distant mirror for us these days. And I haven’t even mentioned the Picaresque tradition of Spain.
So let us tarry here a while before we grope one another in some examination of the dangerous liaisons of courtly love. Spring is coming and the tug of that ancient tide will surely bring us to that subject soon enough.
March 18, 2009 3:50 PM | Reply | Permalink
Ok. That DOES IT! I'm putting out a restraining order on Larry. Henceforth he's gotta stay at least 4 Orwell Rules AWAY from perfect writing. Six if it's funny. If he breaks any less than that number, I'm reporting abuse, dammit!
March 18, 2009 4:05 PM | Reply | Permalink
Ah yes there it is – the ruler. I knew you were holding a ruler. Praise and punishement – separated by a handful of minutes (from 3:02 PM to 4:05 PM) The mandala of my existence spinning round until I am back where I started, the First Noble Truth. I must surely be close to Englightenment it spins so quickly now.
March 18, 2009 4:21 PM | Reply | Permalink
I'm lettin you off, just because I don't understand what the hell you're talkin about. And you obviously can't count! Unless Your minutes are, well, minute minutes.
March 18, 2009 4:32 PM | Reply | Permalink
OK. Let’s agree to disagree. You think you are being tailed by the Government and I think every pleasure is really a pain wrapped in pretty paper. Let’s just meet in group next week and talk about it.
As DD says, and I quote: "Ahahahahahaaa."
March 18, 2009 4:44 PM | Reply | Permalink
ok... as long as you don't talk all fancy, and stop doing weird things to nice old men like Mandala.
March 18, 2009 4:52 PM | Reply | Permalink
You think my talk is fancy? You should see the dress I'm wearing.
March 18, 2009 5:00 PM | Reply | Permalink
Larry - this isn't goin' to that place where you start talking about my pertty hind-parts again, is it? Cause best to let a sleeping dog lie...alone!
March 18, 2009 5:04 PM | Reply | Permalink
I'm a broom. I was swept away.
March 18, 2009 5:13 PM | Reply | Permalink
I gotta go for a while. Thanks for the fun and your generous compliments.
March 18, 2009 5:20 PM | Reply | Permalink
sweep away, my friend...
March 18, 2009 5:24 PM | Reply | Permalink
Oh yeah. That's where he's going alright. Starts with the dresses, and before you know it, you're a depraved Glam Rocker from back in the 20th Century.
LarryH. The T-Rex of TPM.
P.S. I just needed an excuse to play some Bolan, ok? ;-)
March 18, 2009 5:24 PM | Reply | Permalink
hahah! thanks for the support there Q. I was left all alone with that glambroom...
March 18, 2009 5:34 PM | Reply | Permalink
Boy are you on a roll, Larry! I love the writing style! The counterpoint to dd's. And then Obey in middle crying "uncle" just round out the harmony!
March 18, 2009 4:13 PM | Reply | Permalink
I owe it all to Starbucks coffee, to an inexpensive little espresso machine, to a lifetime of impractical distractions and to associations with like minds. Harmony indeed. In fact, the music of the spheres.
March 18, 2009 4:27 PM | Reply | Permalink
dd, cool post. Can your next one be about Lancelot saving La Esméralda /aka – Belle from Frollo? That would really be merging two different genres, no? Sir Thomas Malory discovers Victor Hugo! And, can Belle have a pet cat too? :)
March 18, 2009 6:07 PM | Reply | Permalink
p.s ---
Pinky Pants!!! Really?
Cool name. ;)
March 18, 2009 6:10 PM | Reply | Permalink
Oh Satan allow me to pass my hands just once through her hair.
Lancelot from the 'newest' take on the Roundish Table. I liked that movie. But I am a sucker for everything Arthurian. It attempted to take another look at 5th century England, abandoned by Rome.
March 18, 2009 6:27 PM | Reply | Permalink
This is what Pinky Pants wears!!!.
Way cool.
March 18, 2009 6:26 PM | Reply | Permalink
hahahaha. In '68 at the U you could get away with those, male or female, Yva
March 18, 2009 6:30 PM | Reply | Permalink