Groans seem to be more common. A friend of mine hates my puns because she says they are obvious.

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'We're all mad here. I'm mad, you're mad." [said the Cat.]
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "Or you wouldn't have come here."
- Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures In Wonderland

people who aren't good at punning always say that though...

Those who can, do!

Those who can't ....should belt up.


Puns are like sex......even the bad times are good, but the good times are really memorable.


<exit page, slightly upwards of level, to check up on sex memory pills - the blue ones, with a touch of glitter>



Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 11/29/2007 03:08AM by bunyip.

That one is going into the memory banks....

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'We're all mad here. I'm mad, you're mad." [said the Cat.]
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "Or you wouldn't have come here."
- Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures In Wonderland

Bunyip, just how many colors of pills have you got, anyway? I thought that once you take the blue pill, you just stay in the Matrix forever?

Bunyip probably has a big box of pills, like the tins of derwent watercolour pencils- with 100 odd colours with tantalising names.
I believe Derwent should release a pencil colour called octarine, dedicated to Pratchett.

I have a collection of pills you wouldn't believe.

The colours range the entire spectrum, but I haven't tried the ones sitting in the holes which glow in the dark. Some of these are normal colours of various neon tubes, but the ones I am most trepaditious about are where there is a glow but no pill apparent - a sort of multi dimensional flux aura. I hope these improve sexdrive, coz the transmissions shot, but I don't yet know. Some idiot lost the little sheet that tells one what flavour looks like what and what it does.

I should love to try an octarine pill or several but they are missing. They must have soft centres.

The other problem I have is that I have a form of visual defect which doesn't allow me to identify close colours - pinks and softer reds I cannot distinguish between, blues and greys and softer greens are all the same. It makes a mockery of the theory that we all generate the same qualia from the same stimuli, but it also means that what I see and what I think I see are often different.

So life becomes a series of learning experiences, or if I get the right pills, a series of forgetting experiences.

I don't know what to say to that.

actually, I destroy that theory too... Apparently I have more than the usual amount of douvalackies in my eyes for picking up blue/violet wavelengths.
Weird eh!

Although I don't think this is a problem because I am (oh so modestly) extremely good at colour mixing paint etc by eye. And obviously I don't know any different.

Cool! I want extra douvalackies too. I like arguing with people over colours- especially when it Obviously green, not brown...

I have the problem with describing similar but distinct colours, I know they are different but which colour it is is beyond me - lilac and mauve! But then again I am male so it's genetic.

I had been wondering for a while how to spell douvalackies, thanks BK.

Kitten, how do you know that it's an excess of douvalackies?
The imbalance could also be caused by the fact that you haven't got enough thingamajiggies which, as every schoolboy knows, tend to screen out blue/ violet.

Unfortunately I have a lack of both douvalackies and thingamajiggies and am a few whatsits short as well.


I also have distorted whosibobs so all the world's a smeared image top right to bottom left and I don't think that an overabundant supply of what I am lacking would fix the problem.

Drink does that. When in doubt a 'Rusty Nail' of Glenfiddich and Drambuie with the slightest touch of excess Drambuie works. It kept me alive for several years in England, while I was also consuming English pub food and travelling on Brutish Rail.

Brutish Rail eh?

Sounds about right....

Hmmm... I tend to lump colours, but I sometimes just pretend to be colourblind for fun.

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'We're all mad here. I'm mad, you're mad." [said the Cat.]
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "Or you wouldn't have come here."
- Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures In Wonderland

<Just been checking the pill box.>

<Saw some that looked black.>

<Tried all sorts of light on them and they didn't turn dark blue or charcoal or anything so I took one.>

<It was a suicide pill - concentrated essence of licorice.>

<later saw that part of box marked 'Lucrezia Borgia pills.>

<philosophical analysis of life's experiences tends to bring forth options of: (1) the pill was past its 'due date'; (2) a lifetimes eating of ''Nigger Boy' licorice blocks' *** has immunised my system; or (3) I'm dead already but too stupid to lie down.>


*** That is what they were called. They cost a penny in imperial money for 4, and then went to four for a cent after 14 Feb 1966. They seemed to disappear after the 1970s coz when I came back from then YUK they were no longer available under any name. Melbas here in Woodside make a visual equivalent but that are hard brittle sugar (65%) blocks with none of the tactile and savoury sense of the old blocks. Does anybody know if there is a contemporary producer of the old licorice blocks in Oz?

The last "Choo Choo" bar (a cunning combination of licorice and bitumen) I saw was in about 1988.

They were about 6 inches long and you had to suck them for three hours to make them pliable enough to begin ripping and tearing off a piece which would be small enough for your mouth, which by now was black from the lips to the tongue to the dangly bit at the back. When we were kids, no-one any of us knew had ever finished one, but many of us had permanently black-stained mouths from trying.

Back (or forward) to 1988, and my own kids came running in to tell me that the dog had the plague or something. On inspection, which entailed holding slavering jaws with razor sharp fangs apart, I managed to pry the Choo Choo bar from the roof of the dog's mouth where it had almost set like a big black bridgework.

Yep, that was the last one I saw.

Try Uncle Fred and Aunty Vals old style lolly shop in Marysville. They might be able to help you. They might even post... Might.

Uncle Fred & Aunty Vals Old Style Lolly Shop
Murchison Street, Marysville, VIC 3779
p: (03) 5963 3644 f: (03) 5963 3789

Perhaps I should explain - quite often I 'surf' through the fforums, picking out interesting looking threads (i.e those where the 'Subject' heading makes me go 'Whaaaa ...?' or where a newcomer is involved - nosey cow that I am) Anyhow, the last post always comes up first, and even where the heading is something quite straight forward, such as 'I'm a newbie, hi everybody,' type posts ... well. let's just say it gets pretty entertaining tracing whatever off-topic tangent the thread is on at that moment back to its original source!

To be fair, I've noticed this on other forums where there is a strong fanbase (rather than the sort that deal in 'information, for the use of') as well as chat rooms (although these can get pretty silly when people run out of things to say, but are scared to log off in case the others talk about them behind their back. Me, for example)

Years ago,I belonged to a sci-fi group who had weekly, real life meetings in a pub somewhere and the same thing happened there - we'd start a conversational 'thread' and let it meander to wherever. Ditto discussion groups at school and college. Nowadays, these meetings seem to be a thing of the past, with everything transferred to the internet etc, but the art of conversation marches ever on! I just find it great that,even though this isn't a live chat room, we can treat it as such and have these open conversations. I've been on some sites (sorry, but jazz discussion groups are a good example of this) where, the moment a topic goes off on a tangent, in steps the moderator to tell us all off. I've even known people get thrown off sites for 'repeated offences,' simply because, being intelligent human beings rather than robots, they expand their knowledge by expanding on the subject/s in question. It's like being moderated by the Cybermen.

I find the whole psychology of human interaction really, really, fascinating, and I just think it's great that people from all walks of life, all ages and nationalities, can get together like this and just talk - intelligently.

Right, so that's one Bud, two Bailey's, a Slagheap Challenge on ice and I'll have a pint of Winkles. With a cherry on top.

I've just read through the entire thread, paying particular attention to the most recent posts.

I take that second to last line back.

And possibly the Winkles - it's definitely 'off.'