Spring is the time of subdued beauty, the time of the shy and demur
trout lily and the spring beauty, enlivened by the impetuous boldness
of the golden marsh-marigold and, eventually, the unseemly bravado of
the forsythia and the magnolia which quickly fade and give rise to the
full-throated roar of summer. Summer is the time of riotous beauty,
the time of Bacchus and excess. Its arrival is imminent and
unmistakable when the black locust, in May, sends out a profuse blush
of white blossoms, often rising to considerable heights above the
neighboring trees, enticing the honey bees and other pollinators to
sample their offerings and get serious about the business of preparing
for yet another season of filling the larders for the hard times that
will inevitably follow. Autumn is the time of garish display, when
all the efforts of the recent plenty pay off in an orgy of color and
fruit and in seemingly inexhaustible bounty. But everyone fattens up
quickly.....and soon the surplus is gone. And then it's winter again.
No one gives it much thought.....at first. Everyone and everything is
fat and warm and lazy and content. The first snowfall and the first
skin of ice are greeted with delight and anticipation. Roots are full
of sugar and root cellars (or their modern equivalents) are full of
the harvest of plenty. Little thought is spared for the lean and mean
times ahead. Right now, in a house in the woods, we are well fed and
the business of plowing the 3/4 mile long driveway yesterday, to
remove half a foot or so of heavy but otherwise inoffensive slush, is
little more than an already fading pleasant memory in a life filled
with innocuous adventures. The big freeze last night, following hard
on its heels, can't be taken as seriously as it obviously should be,
despite a noon-time walk filled with slipping and ineffectual kicks at
rock-hard blocks of former snow that somehow managed to tumble back
down into the drive during the night and which now defy the hardest
and heaviest boots, requiring shovels or even more serious implements
to dislodge and relocate atop the now semi-permanent curbs lining the
drive.
But there's an edginess to the delight in the frosty and pellucidly
clear air. The clouds of exhaled breath indicate more than just the
speed and direction of the momentarily all but undetectable breeze.
They also presage the invisible but all too palpable savagery to
come.....soon. You stand on the porch, listening to the sounds of the
trucks passing on the freeway, two and a half miles through the woods
and the fields to the north, you look up at the strange cloud
formations, half lit by the half moon, and suddenly you realize that
it's here again, the time of the bone freezing cold.....the time of
the eternal search for admittedly excessive but nevertheless eternally
inadequate adjectives.
giles
Adjectives? You mean like BOMBASTIC, or VERBOSE, or how about
LOQUATIOUS, BABBLING, TALKATIVE, TURGID, POMPOUS, and my favorite
Wolfie description, TEDIOUS.
Of course there is also MIKEY-LIKE. Yeah, mikey-like -- I like that one.
They all fit perfectly. Ya want some adverbs or nouns?
Long-winded idiot!
Davey
So.....you read it?
Moron.
g.
who is thinking about maybe one of these days waxing prolix on
stupidity. :)
best wishes to you and becky for the new year.
jeff
> On Dec 27, 12:32�pm, David LaCourse <dplacou...@aol.com> wrote:
>> On 2009-12-26 20:56:37 -0500, Giles <g_goat...@yahoo.com> said:
>>
>>> the time of
>>> the eternal search for admittedly excessive but nevertheless eternally
>>> inadequate adjectives.
>>
>>> giles
>>
>> Adjectives? �You mean like BOMBASTIC, or VERBOSE, or how about
>> LOQUATIOUS, BABBLING, TALKATIVE, TURGID, POMPOUS, and my favorite
>> Wolfie description, TEDIOUS.
>>
>> Of course there is also MIKEY-LIKE. �Yeah, mikey-like -- I like that on
> e.
>>
>> They all fit perfectly. �Ya want some adverbs or nouns?
>>
>> Long-winded idiot!
>>
>> Davey
>
> So.....you read it?
No. Didn't find much need to. Did you say something?
>
> Moron.
>
> g.
> who is thinking about maybe one of these days waxing prolix on
> stupidity. :)
Well, prolixity *is* part of your game. Your chance of being more
boringly verbose is slim to none.
Happy New Year to you and yours, Wolfgang.
Davey, aka Idiot, Imbecile, Moron, Pig, et al........
d;o)
Do you think you could possibly be any stupider?
g.
An exercise born of a long conversation in excellent company over a
good supper and a subsequent glass or two of cheap wine. We spoke of
books and monographs, mostly relating to a shared love of trees....of
which our host for the past four days has planted many thousands. One
thing led to another. Much ink was spilled.....none of it intended
for publication. Ah, what the hell, thinks I. :)
> not sure where the heck you are just now,
> but a winter's life in that north country is a razor's edge i prefer to
> experience vicariously, avoiding the injury while grazing about here in
> the distant warmth of carolina.
Back home, now. We were about three hours drive from here, near La
Crosse, in the coulee country. Larry's place is thirty miles or so
roughly north of Avalanche where, if memory serves, you were first
introduced to Hexagenia limbata. Thursday and Friday were relatively
warm days, mostly drizzly rain that soaked into the remnants of a 17
inch snowfall from about a week before. An aging John Deere tractor
and a snow blade ensured that we'd be able make our way out of the 3/4
mile long driveway, but getting the job done before Friday night's
hard freeze used up the better part of a day.....warmly dressed and
well lubricated. By Saturday morning the temperature had dropped to
near zero. The resulting ice would have overmatched the John Deere.
Of course, we were safely ensconced in a very comfortable place with
enough supplies to last us a week or more, but failing to get the
driveway plowed would have resulted in some major inconveniences.
> best wishes to you and becky for the new year.
>
> jeff
And to you, from us.
giles
g.
I resemble that remark...
john
Stupider? My, my. For an edumacated fellow, your English is, well, stupid.
Davey
Elucidate? No need to clarify. You have spoken. You couldn't even
get to a url posted on these pages. It was obviously too tough for
your *wonderful* mind. And now you use stupider? How the mighty have
fallen!
Davey
Yes, please.
> No need to clarify.
Are you certain of that?
> You have spoken.
On occasion.
> You couldn't even
> get to a url posted on these pages.
Oh? I tried to post a url and nobody told me?
> It was obviously too tough for
> your *wonderful* mind.
As is remembering it. Any idea of what it might have been about? Was
it perhaps something relating to fat welfare queens with bad perms?
> And now you use stupider?
And ever stupider.
> How the mighty have
> fallen!
> Davey
It must be nice to be an idiot.....everything must just seem to slide
by and you never even notice the damage.
g.
No one actually reads this shit. They might skim it. About five
seconds is enough to see it's a waste of time.
> Moron.
You should look into vanity-press publishing, if you can afford it,
but maybe ROFF better suits your needs and your pocketbook.
You're a liar. You read every word I write here......over and over
and over and over and over and over and over and over.....
I like that. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.
> > Moron.
>
> You should look into vanity-press publishing, if you can afford it,
> but maybe ROFF better suits your needs and your pocketbook.
My needs? :)
g.
Excellent idea. Then we would have two "published" authors on roff:
Wolfgag AND Fortenberry.
> On Dec 27, 7:32�pm, David LaCourse <dplacou...@aol.com> wrote:
> Shithead.
See?
Is that you, Wolfgag? Hard to tell.
Davey
Hey, hey, HEY! My daughter made a calendar about some of my stories
when she was little. She drew some great pictures to accompany the
various parts. Still trying to figure out why the pictures of me all
had "X's" for the eyes.
Frank Reid
> g.
> > > who is thinking about maybe one of these days waxing prolix on
> > > stupidity.
Luckily I can only see this fool's posts mirrored in others but
If he wants to write about stupidity he is best using his own trite ,
banal, verbose meanderings.
I think that his regular insulting posts show more intelligence though vwery
little
but screw him - who really ives a rats ass about goatboy, Woilfgang, Mikey
or whatever ridiculous guise that he wants to use to display his own
profound sense of ignorance and lack of wit
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity
Giles or wolfgang is a master of the latter.
Freed
> On Dec 28, 7:53�pm, "Fred" <fle...@highaltitudes.net> wrote:
> Cretin
Again, see? Without looking at the headers, it's hard to tell Wolfgang
from Mikey.
Davey, aka shithead, imbecile, dumbo, idiot, cretin, etc, etc,
etc.............. but laughing at the schoolyard behavior of some.
> On Dec 28, 7:53�pm, "Fred" <fle...@highaltitudes.net> wrote:
> Cretin
Actually, I knew it had to be Mikey, 'cause ol' Wolfgang has lost his
privilege of posting from his workplace. d;o) Whomever is responsible
for Wolfie losing that privilege has my deep and profound respect.
Dave (etc, etc, etc)
d;o)
So to summarize, you are nice and we are all c--ts.Right?
Just don't post anymore bare assed pix of yourself here OK?
Dave
> On Dec 28, 10:28�pm, David LaCourse <dplacou...@aol.com> wrote:
> Basically you aren't worth the breath it costs to curse you. Not
> surprising that you find schoolyard behaviour amusing, presumably many
> cretins do. You and cretins like you turned this place into what it
> is. Not hard to see who is responsible for the schoolyard behaviour.
> You attack people for no reason at all, or for any reason you decide
> upon, simply because you are a really stupid ignorant cunt. You will
> always be a really stupid ignorant cunt. Obviously you are quite
> incapable of behaving in a sensible manner, and behave like a cretin
> simply because you are a cretin. It is simply not reasonable to expect
> a cretin to be sensible.
>
> Some might find it sad, but really stupid ignorant cunts of your ilk
> are more or less forces of nature, to be reckoned with of course, not
> least because of the damage they cause and the danger they represent,
> but otherwise just fairly major nuisances that are best avoided. Which
> also explains why people avoid this place, they simply dont want to
> read the outpourings of a cretinous cunt like you, or those of some of
> your cretinous fellows either, much less be subjected to what you and
> cunts like you think is funny or witty or clever, when it's just sad
> and debasing for all concerned. You would doubtless be unable to keep
> your cretinous mouth shut even if your life depended on it. It's just
> a shame it doesn't.
...............d;o)..................
Dave
Nightmares Mike, that pimply ass of yours was scary.
well, Wolfie, your initial post made for pleasant reading.
From that point, things went downhill rapidly........
Tom
Tommy, I was only trying to be helpful to the frustrated author. He
needed some adjectives. I found but a few that certainly apply.
And, yeah, you kiss ass perfectly.
Too perfect.
Davey
If one hates the smell and the other attendant, if unnamed, problems
associated with it, maybe it would be best not to stomp around in it
and kick it all over the walls, and lick it, and rub it in ones hair,
and smear one's face with it, and ingest it, and share it with anyone
and everyone who comes within range, and amplify it, and find new
recipes for it, and sift it through one's fingers, and rub it on the
upholstery, and paraphrase it, and quote it, and keep a large load of
it in one's pants, and one's pockets, and one's waistband, and one's
duffle bag, and one's spit kit, and one's mouth, and one's pantry, and
one's ledger, and one's bank, and one's attic, and one's basement, and
one's root cellar, and one's safe-deposit box, and one's time capsule,
and one's diary, and one's autobiography and, doubtless......in one's
fucking obituary.
I mean, JESUS CHRIST!, just how fucking sick can one lone individual
be?
giles
a rhetorical question, in case anyone is interested. look around.
> You are a cretin because you behave
> like a cretin.
No, Mike.....you behave like a cretin because you are a cretin.
giles
who would suggest thinking about it, but.......
I understand the instrument upon which I make music. :)
g.
a-v
Ainna?
g.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
g.
Moron.
g.
Imbecile.
g.
Hm......
Yeah.
giles
Idiot.
g.
Moron.
Pig.
Welfare queen.
g.
OK Mike
I hear ya man.
You make so many good points
It is a wonder that I have not understood your POV before.
There is only one thing I ask of you
And you know what that is
Don't you?
Its that cula thing
The pictures?
Your espinilloso cula pix?
Nada mas, comprende?
Dave
The horror, the shear horror.
Yeah, that's what I said.
> I don't know what's wrong with you,
Nothing that would interest you, as whatever it may be, it is not
about you.
> or some of your weird playmates here,
Well, exploring that would take a great deal more time than I care to
shed on you just now.
> and I don't care.
You're a liar.
> That there is something wrong with you is
> evident simply from the fact that you seem to enjoy playing with these
> cretins.
To the contrary, that may be what is most right about me.
> These people are quite obviously not normal, or very pleasant
> either.
You're a sick, sick man. That's sort of not normal, or very pleasant
either, wouldn't you say?
> There is just as little point in trying to hold a sensible
> conversation with you as there is in trying to hold one with the
> cretins, so I wont bother even trying.
When have you ever?
> Have a nice day.
Moron.
g.
> In the unlikely event that you were actually attempting to carry on a
> sensible conversation,
A possibility that cannot be rejected out of hand, I suppose.
> then you would have to do a lot better than
> that barely comprehensible babble.
No, I wouldn't have to. It might be desirable to do a lot
better.....it might be useful.....it might accomplish something. But
I doubt it.
> Just like the cretins, you merrily
> attack people, call them liars, say they are sick, etcetera. Without
> any basis at all in fact for so doing.
While you continue to spew forth nothing but sweetness and light.
There's a certain pathetic asymmetry to it all, don'tcha think?
> You may not be a cretin, but you certainly behave like one.
Ah! Therein lies a clue, I suspect.
> So have a terrible day,
I won't. You will.
> who cares?
Ainna? :)
g.
gosh.
So that's what an attempt at sensible conversation looks like, huh?
g.
Just the usual blather, then. O.k.
> merely trying to
> broaden your horizions and wean you off New Jersey slang.
You're a liar. You were trying to demonstrate your cleverness.
Didn't work.
> Might make any attempts on your part more intelligible. Or of course it might
> not........
Attempts at what?
g.
who freely confesses he has missed this particular fount of idiocy for
the past couple of months. well, he who waits patiently..... :)