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Walden wrote:I guess we could take it as sacrilege or we could take it as metaphorical, in which latter case I'd feel no obligation to be alienated at an image that caused me to laugh out loud.
Well then, I for one vote unanimously to take it as metaphorical! I can see that it would not be funny to everyone, but I was thinking that if I had a congregation that needed a little jolt I just might use that as the basis for a sermon. It would wake everyone up a bit!
Diligentia maximum etiam mediocris ingeni subsidium. ~ Diligence is a very great help even to a mediocre intelligence.----Seneca
Indeed Cynth,
When I posted it up it never crossed my mind that anybody would be offended by it.Both Lamby and Walden have a highly developed sense of humour and a very high level of intelligence, more than enough not to perceive an insult where there was never one intended.
This little twist in the thread reminds me of something I read years back possibly from the pen of Kurt Vonnegut, "..have a drink with Jesus, in the Cocktail cabinet of your Soul"
That had me giggling for days.
Slan,
D.
And many a poor man that has roved,
Loved and thought himself beloved,
From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.
dubh, you are the last person anyone would think of offending someone.
I guess for some people a lack of reverence alone would be considered sacrilegious. And humor seems to be an irreverent thing. But irreverence can be gentle and eye-opening. I myself usually require an association of something sacred with something foul before I consider something sacrilegious and therefore offensive. Not being a Christian, I'm certainly not suggesting anyone who is would need my opinion on the matter, of course.
Diligentia maximum etiam mediocris ingeni subsidium. ~ Diligence is a very great help even to a mediocre intelligence.----Seneca
Cynth wrote:Oh geez, Lamby's taken to her bed. We gotta find a way to get her mind off this...well, whatever it was.
Ah...I think she's caught a bus...
Oh dear! You know, I thought the round thing was like a decorative pillow that was tossed on the floor. Yeah, okay, I can see she is sitting on a bus. I thought she already got home and went to bed. Oh geez.
Oh, I just looked at the title. She's going to Topeka? Well, she ain't in bed no matter why she's going to Topeka? Why Topeka?
She can use this picture again for when she does get home and takes to her bed. That will save a little work.
Diligentia maximum etiam mediocris ingeni subsidium. ~ Diligence is a very great help even to a mediocre intelligence.----Seneca
Cynth wrote:Oh geez, Lamby's taken to her bed. We gotta find a way to get her mind off this...well, whatever it was.
Ah...I think she's caught a bus...
Oh dear! You know, I thought the round thing was like a decorative pillow that was tossed on the floor. Yeah, okay, I can see she is sitting on a bus. I thought she already got home and went to bed. Oh geez.
Oh, I just looked at the title. She's going to Topeka? Well, she ain't in bed no matter why she's going to Topeka? Why Topeka?
She can use this picture again for when she does get home and takes to her bed. That will save a little work.
It isn't a very good picture, I know. I had to draw it on a napkin in a Waffle House next to the bus stop.
Well, after I got to Minnesota and Nano said he didn't want a special wooly friend and just wanted to fleece me, you told me to go straight home and not give any of the donation money to Nano, so that's what I did. Didn't you see me standing at the bus stop sobbing all yesterday???
Oh, I wish I was in my own little bed. I doubt if I'll ever get home now. There are awful men in the bus who are leering at me and drooling!
Lambchop wrote:Oh, I wish I was in my own little bed. I doubt if I'll ever get home now. There are awful men in the bus who are leering at me and drooling!
Lambchop wrote:Oh, I wish I was in my own little bed. I doubt if I'll ever get home now. There are awful men in the bus who are leering at me and drooling!
but do they have mint sauce?
Page 4, Saturday, October 15, 6:50 a.m.:
A Broken-Hearted and Frightened Lamb wrote:
**SNIFFFF***
I'm trying to be brave. But I think I smell mint sauce.
Well if I'd known your home was in Topeka I might have suggested going somewhere else. I did see you at the bus stop with your pink Kleenex. I thought you were headed back to the Southeast. Maybe you should head for Kansas City. Aren't there more opportunities for sheep there?
I'll just give you a little tip about the bus. There are some types who will sit in the seats just in front of you and pretend to fall asleep and they dangle an arm between the seats so that it swings back and forth and touches your leg. I was young and silly when this happened to me and I did nothing but sit there in terror for I don't know how long. Here's the deal. You kick that arm good and hard, I mean hard, and then say excuse me, and you won't have any more trouble.
Also, if anyone bothers you go up to the driver and just stand by him. I'm sure you will get home just fine. Don't go outside the bus station. Call for a ride from inside and then stand right by the ticket counter.
Diligentia maximum etiam mediocris ingeni subsidium. ~ Diligence is a very great help even to a mediocre intelligence.----Seneca