That's a relief, MiMi, if you'd said something constructive I would have had to respond with something that sounded intelligent. It's all too much work; coffee and cake sounds much better.
It's not beyond the bounds of possibility for one to be both pleased to see somebody and also have a banana in one's pocket, daniela. I wonder what confusion that could lead to.
Well I do question my preconceptions occasionally, yaspark, and I try to remember that what we see is very often only the tip of the iceberg. Particularly when it comes to amphibious creatures.
I don't mind hugs, kisses or handshakes; what I have a problem with is knowing if and when they are appropriate. I usually wait for someone else to initiate them.
Hi, Vier. I did my philosophising on forums such as this one, and even though they were dedicated to philosophy, they were surprisingly similar to this. I was always struck by how many people who consider themselves philosophers hadn't even mastered the basics of thinking.
You're right, jac, "binary" is completely the wrong word.
What made me think of writing this blog was a "training course" I was on yesterday. The instructor showed a diagram of three vehicles involved in a traffic accident that was developing. He asked the class which vehicle was at fault. A couple of them gave him a definite answer, everyone else didn't seem as sure but still felt obliged to make a choice, which they all did. I thought it was a case of all three vehicles contributing to the accident, but even then I was making some assumptions about the situation. The instructor said it was the first time he'd used this particular slide show and didn't have the notes for it, so he didn't actually know what the answer was.
It was a good example of how people feel they have to come to a conclusion even when they don't have enough information to justify one. Brexit would be another example of a car crash with numerous versions of the truth.
Is that a picture of a dead possum (or whatever it is) lying on the road, or a picture of a road with a dead possum (or whatever it is) lying on it, Jim?
Joking aside, Biff, I really did get that feeling when I drove past. I suppose it's something I'm going to have to get used to now that I'm a writer of fiction.
I wasn’t going to mention this -not wanting to cause anyone to experience feelings of disappointment-, but the legend of the toad was entirely a product of my imagination. The location of the story is real enough though; it is Conisbrough castle, which is a couple of miles down the road from where I live. This week I have found myself driving past the castle twice, and on both occasions it felt like I was seeing the place where the whole thing really happened. It’s as if the story has become real in some sense.
If this can happen to me, knowing the story was made up, it made me realise how someone reading the blog in a few hundred years time might actually think it all actually took place. For this reason I have decided to stipulate, in my will, that this blog be deleted after my death.
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MiMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiThat's a relief, MiMi, if you'd said something constructive I would have had to respond with something that sounded intelligent. It's all too much work; coffee and cake sounds much better.