On Mon, 26 Dec 2022 02:34:15 +0000,
nob...@nowhere.com wrote:
>On Fri, 23 Dec 2022 22:56:55 +0000, auuV <au...@zehen.invalid> wrote:
>
>>On Fri, 23 Dec 2022 17:05:25 +0000,
nob...@nowhere.com wrote:
>>
>>>On Wed, 21 Dec 2022 23:42:36 +0000, auuV <au...@zehen.invalid> wrote:
>>>
>>>>On Wed, 21 Dec 2022 12:06:38 +0000,
nob...@nowhere.com wrote:
>>>>
>>>>>On Wed, 21 Dec 2022 11:58:28 +0000,
nob...@nowhere.com wrote:
>>>>>
>>>>>>On Tue, 21 Dec 2021 09:08:10 +0000,
nob...@nowhere.com wrote:
>>>>>>
>>>>>>>FORTY TWO!
>>>>>>
>>>>>>Its that wistful time of year again.
>>>>>
>>>>>A Simple Wist of Fate.
>>>>
>>>>By "Dee Ee", I am reading these ps0ts just as Gideon Coe starts
>>>>playing tonights Wist Wagon. Or Waggon, I dont know.
>>>
>>>three wists on my waggon
>>>and Im still rollin along
>
>I was born under a wandering star
Thats really poetic, that song.
>>A song that seems to go on and on (but you can work out when its going
>>to stop).
>
>Like _99 Bockels of Bere on the Wall_. It gets old real fast, but at
>least there is a well defined terminating condition. :|
Now I am singing Billy Connollys _Three Men From Carntyne_ and I cant
stop.
===
Three men fae Carntyne went tae join the parish
Three men fae Carntyne went tae join the parish
Three young gentlemen from the east end of glasgow went to sign social
security!
Three men fae Carntyne and a bottle a wine
Went tae join the parish
Three men fae Carntyne and a bottle a wine
Went tae join the parish
Three men fae Carntyne and a bottle a wine and five Woodbine, went tae
join the parish
Three men fae Carntyne and a bottle a wine and five Woodbine, went tae
join the parish
Three men fae Carntyne and a bottle a wine and five Woodbine, And a
big black Greyhound dug called Boab, went tae join the parish
Three men fae Carntyne and a bottle a wine and five Woodbine, And a
big black Greyhound dug called Boab, went tae join the parish
Three men fae Carntyne and a bottle a wine and five Woodbine, And a
big black Greyhound dug called Boab fae up oor close, alang oor street
Went tae join the parish
Three men fae Carntyne and a bottle a wine and five Woodbine, And a
big black Greyhound dug called Boab fae up oor close, alang oor street
Went tae join the parish
Three men fae Carntyne and a bottle a wine and five Woodbine, And a
big black Greyhound dug called Boab fae up oor close, alang oor
street, And a lassy called Senga that works in the dairy she's been
skelly ever since the Milanda boy, hit her on the heid wi' a
breidboard, went tae join the parish
===
- uh - agh - arrrgggh!
I stopped!
>>>But wait. The trashualiser is spinning up:
>>>
>>>three wists for Musther Mark
>>
>>I would not have known that one.
>>
>>"Is it a Fall song?" :D
>
>A James Joyce/fall mashup would be something to behold.
It certainly would. I think Mark would hold his own.
>>>Now that trashualiser is really humming:
>>>
>>>one wist to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.
>>
>>I can picture a wist being a type of Ring.
>
>A Wishing Wist.
Thats lovely. A Wishing Wist, lost in the mist.
Theres a road somewhere near Newcraighall and Edinbvrgh called the
Wisp. It was a country road, I dont know what its like now.
>>>>>
>>>>>>43. 0x2B. '+', if you prefer to skim the other side of the hex dump.
>>>>>
>>>>>To be or not to be, that is the question.
>>>>>
>>>>>Then the answer is eff eff.
>>>>>
>>>>>(Lickel 8 bit joke for you there. Prolly went over the heids of people
>>>>>who thought "shurely it should be FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF?")
>>>>
>>>>After being awake since 05:40 and runnin aboot daft all day, Im
>>>>thinking 440 Hz. :(
>>>
>>>Could be worse. Could be:
>>>
>>> [NO SIGNAL]
>>
>> O_O
>
>It always makes me think of that William Gibson qvott:
>
>"The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead
>channel."
I love that!
>What, you mean bright blue? :D
Ah. Good point. :(((99