MASS-IVE ERROR?

Quoting:              down there

“It is estimated the asteroid would likely have been made largely of iron, measuring about 1.5km across and weighing about 12 tons. The impact which created the 31 kilometres wide crater under the Hiawatha Glacier would have had significant ripple effects in the region, possible even globally, researchers said.”

May I now put in a bid for the return of the Proof Reader? No, you silly wee person … not for moi (this time) but for the nice folks who crafted and posted the above—

source  CLICK HERE  

But don’t fret, their space rock hit about twelve thousand years ago—made a hole, they say, the size of Paris … must’ve rattled a few pots and in the ol’ caves?

Another quote to finish with—

“This is a hot potato,” impact crater expert at Purdue University … told Science …

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BOOM BOOM

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EEEEEEK~!

It looks like once you try the waters you can’t climb back out of the pool. (Pool being the ‘New* Editor’ panel that keeps haunting my attempts at writing a new post.)

Okaaaayyyy … worn down by persistence, I’ll try it: so how the hell do I get a new ‘block’ (as in new paragraph?)

That easy, huh? Just hit the ‘new line’ thingy twice. (Why didn’t I think of that before?) (Duh~)

Aha! So that’s how I pop in an image. This is progress? Oh, wow. Just what I always wanted and so desperately needed … a lovely big black T. Just like that … (I used to do them by hand.)

So if I’m (eeek!) how do I get normal back?

Like that. Start a new block … oh. ‘Color Settings’ (MEMO TO SELF: teach Yanks how to spell colour) … must have a go … 

oops

try for font colour … okaaaaayyy … but does it do individual words? Like this one— oink —?

No.

‘Nuffa this, I gotta go for my walk before The Spouse comes looking for me with something blunt and heavy—she’s good at that and I have the dents to prove it. Feisty wee thing …

BUT I SHALL RETRUN . HMMMM. Seems no way to get out of caps except by serendipity (hah! Dunnit!) but no-one flagged up that my ‘return’ was ‘retrun’ (dictionaryising it drew a blank …)

Even more intriguing the lower case retrun IS flagged up as a goof. How ’bout dat~!?

Couldn’t resist it—if all is well with The Children of Israel we should see a ‘drop cap’ (means big, and black) letter ‘E’ at the start of this paragraph. I think I’ll play with ‘Color Settings’ a bit more; see if I can’t isolate a word to rubric it alone.

Bugger … that didn’t work, neither did cut-n-pasting an isolated red one. Lost its redness, it did …

alone

So: thus far I stick with my original gut-feeling reaction: thanks, WP guys/guyettes for trying … can I go back now to what I know and love?

Here goes …

Wot~!? No key words or categories?

RELIGION

leads to questioning, such as “What is the Self?” and “How do I give it up?”

MY RESPONSE

is ‘Why the hell give it up?’ … as in:

  • why the hell would you want to?
  • why the hell should you?
  • even if you damned well could …?

Myself, when young, did eagerly frequent sinner and saint and heard great argument etc etc (Fitzgerald’s ‘Khayyam’). In the end I concluded that I liked eastern notions a lot more better, and by dint of meditation and exercises and stuff concluded that actually the Self is really what it’s all about.

WE HAVE IT

pounded into us that self is bad, naughty, antisocial, mean, nasty and hostile to the environment. WHEREAS—

—nothing, in fact, could be further from the truth.

In the navy we were taught that in event of chemical attack or similar unpleasantness we put our very own personal protective equipment on FIRST. Only after we have secured as best we can the preservation of ol’ Number One do we look to assist the folks around us. (Why is that?)

Is that a mean selfish antisocial nasty attitude, do you think?

I OFFER

that yes, it is good to assist the needy. No argument there, but consider this—

is it better, good Religioso, to give a man a lovely fresh fish every day for the rest of his life …

… or a fishing rod? And teach him how to fish? (Teach him how to make rods, too?)

Consider that your religious leaders live in hash-reeking palaces, drive around in the most impressive of luxury cars, maintain fleets of most modern luxury private jets … whilst the slums of  * rival those of  * .

equilibrium

     “He has a point!”       “That’s what I just said, Hornhead! Quit quoting me!”

 

dodo                   dodo dodo dodododo

* Insert name of own choice here

 

LANGUAGE~!

TUT!

Try this on for size

Can o Worms usable(and I warn you, it’s no trivial matter)—

A definition of the word should have been included in the exam, he said. 

Chairman of the New Zealand History Teachers’ Association, Graeme Ball, agreed. 

He called the exam a “little bit of a snafu” on the part of NZQA, and said the language used in questions should be “accessible to all”.

The exam was not testing comprehension, so it was “unfair” to make that part of the assessment, he said. 

But should Year 13 students know the word “trivial”?

If I may be permitted to say so—

Ye gods

—and my apologies to anyone dead, alive, or undecided, who cannot fathom (it means figure) my meaning (here used in the office of) thereof. Sometimes I can be subtle (it means sneaky) and often blatant (I think it means simple)(as in obvious) (but don’t quote me on that, I left my dictionary* big book of words at home).

chimp rocks

To which I must add

AW … DIDDUMS!

—or as in (modern speak)

GO GET A LIFE~!

My apologies where due to any moderns offended. No offence intended, little person. (Well, not much …)

dodododo

* Dictionary … a book that explains the meanings of difficul tough unknown hard words. See below for PS:

 

x

There there … you just dry up them naughty ol’ tears …

I DON’T LIKE

being unintentionally

RUDE

to anyone.

But for some I’m happy to take a punt—

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Having been almost bulletproof (off the radar) for years we had our phone ring just the other night, and since Spouse was busy I took it—

—strange unknown voice, thinking he may have the wrong number and “please,what number did I call?”

… dammit … I could have had a ball with this but had promised Spouse I wouldn’t if ever it came up. So almost reflexively I hung up, hoping for a replay.

It didn’t.

IN THE NAVY

we were told (and this years ago, long before all these ‘web’ things were even dreams) that if any calls were at all suss to politely request the caller’s name and number— “And I’ll call you back just as soon as I can~!”

I HAD A GIRLFRIEND

who kept a referee’s whistle (the two-tone type with a pea in it) by her phone. She explained it was for annoyance callers. In the midst of a call at a later date I remembered this and asked if she’d like to test her systems—happy to do so, she said, and promptly did so … I became an instant Christian, so to speak. Sheesh!

THE ADVANTAGE OF MATURITY

is that we miss out on so much. You can real fun with idiots … or telemarketers. (They don’t do it much these days but I managed to keep one talking for more than twenty minutes once, before he finally twigged; got quite ratty before he hung up.)

Hah!

 

Call me …

skull & bones