It's not funny. Not posted for your amusement. This is the down-to-earth level, the street-level, the backyard level manifestation of the man's geopolitical grasp: close your eyes and hope the ball falls into your arms having been expertly thrown by somebody else, that is, it's all up to you.
Knowing this about yourself why would you allow yourself to be photographed performing your weakest ability? Why would you think you would not look ridiculous? It is the worst thing that can happen to self-regarding person, to be seen as ridiculous and not taken seriously.
To be honest I don't even know the person in the Twitter timeline. This came to me from out of the blue and I noticed CO in the name.
I can hear my dad say, "Keep your eye on the ball." A phrase that made no sense to me, a literalist, I had no idea what those phrases meant nor why they would mean anything like, "Your eyes are bigger than your stomach," and, "because I have eyes in the back of my head" and "The walls have ears" come to mind. Adults are confounding. They speak another language entirely. The same words with different meanings. Of course he meant, "keep focused on the ball as it approaches rapidly. That's the whole trick." but that is not what he said.
So what? Didn't Kerry have a dad? Didn't Kerry ever have a coach? No older brother? Whatever. It shows.
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Lurch is another weak horse.
That's what it's about.
Titus said...
What is a gay patriot?
Go to the site and you'll see it's somebody who rejects the Democrat victim culture.
Even if he is a pompous twit you gotta give Kerry credit, he may not know how to catch a football but he's been very good at catching uber-wealthy widows and divorcees.
As usual I don't have the foggiest idea what Titus is talking about. He's probably insinuating something but I'd rather not know.
Speaking of sexual interests with low per capita participation, I read a comment from Chip earlier about an unexplained spike in the hits on his food blog and in trying to figure it out purely out of mindless curiosity (maybe the homemade fig newtons), I realized that the attraction was the visuals and that it was almost like food pornography, which led me to the thought that foodporn would be a great name for a food blog until it dawned on me that that could be problematic for a number or reasons, and so I checked.
WWW.foodporn.com
Do anyone dare to click?
We are getting storms here and my floor to ceiling loft windows are shaking. I have views of Boston and Harvard Square and I am scared.
Sometimes I dance nude in these fab windows for my fellow loft oglers throughout the city.
How could someone not live in a loft? I just don't get it. Lofts are so fab.
I love lofts.
None of my fag friends are "victims". We are loaded and live fab lives so i don't know much about victimology!
Someone in the back back and another in the Wharf are watching me dance nakey now-got to go-I am ready to explode on full length windows. Thank God Nepalese house cleaners are cumming tomorrow!
I just went out to my Juliet balcony and completed a huge layback over the railing with mouth open licking rain-totally Flashdance. I actually laid back so far I could see the MIT prof's unit below me-he was playing some piano type of thing.
I need to go.
Be safe fellow pubes.
Winter is here!
Knowing this about yourself why would you allow yourself to be photographed performing your weakest ability? Why would you think you would not look ridiculous? It is the worst thing that can happen to self-regarding person, to be seen as ridiculous and not taken seriously.
You must be a very uptight and insecure person, Chip.
No one's asking for Tom Brady for Secretary of State. This follows along the lines of how only American cons were stupid enough to think that W.'s "drinking buddy" qualifications entitled him to be president.
I can hear my dad say, "Keep your eye on the ball." A phrase that made no sense to me, a literalist, I had no idea what those phrases meant nor why they would mean anything like, "Your eyes are bigger than your stomach," and, "because I have eyes in the back of my head" and "The walls have ears" come to mind. Adults are confounding. They speak another language entirely.
I think you meant to say the neurologically intact, not "adults".
Slow idea day for Chip apparently
Now there you go, Ritmo, being mean again. We get a little free form train-of-thought posting and you have to get all fussy and critical and judgmental.
Shame, shame, shame. Do you heckle at those poetry slams your people are so fond of? It's restricting. It's controlling. It's bad form.
Buck up, cowboy. Chip is a child of the universe. He has a right to be here.
Also, "Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons."
We know you had that poster in your dorm room. Learn it. Live it.
Rabel said...
...I read a comment from Chip earlier about an unexplained spike in the hits on his food blog and in trying to figure it out purely out of mindless curiosity (maybe the homemade fig newtons),...
I get those spikes too on my moribund blog El Pollo Real. I mean, all of the sudden there's a spike at 10 AM with 80-90 hits for no apparent reason. It's never after I post a link to my own blog which I do from time-to-time. Those usually garner a half dozen or so hits--more if I linked at Althouse.
As for those big traffic spikes which are untraceable, I chalk them up to NSA spying. I'm planning some experiments to gather data on that hypothesis.
Well, I'll be go to hell, we've got the R&B plus an appearance from harrogate. Coincidence? I think not.
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