Orinoco Womble (tidy bag and all)’s Comments (group member since Sep 20, 2013)

Orinoco Womble (tidy bag and all)’s comments from the Net Work Book Club group.

mrbooks wrote: "In the movies the only man you saw wearing white shoes was either a pimp or killer. With exception of the vacation series with Chevy Chase that is LOL."

Well, yes. But the men I have known who often wear white shoes are a) extremely self-centred (it's all about me and my look) b) self-proclaimed Don Juans (in their dreams) c) used to someone else doing the dirty jobs for them, hence the white shoes; they ain't gonna be walkin' in the dirt!

And here in Spain, white shoes often go with tons of brillantine in the mullet, open shirt, and heavy gold chains down to his navel. Oh, and heavy cologne. Not someone you want to spend a lot of time with.

Annette wrote: "As English is not my native tongue I believe I may duly be proud of knowing "to be wont". I've read too many classics, probably!
While reading this astounding collection of wisdom I was reminded o..."

Sound advice! You can post any words/phrases that you like (see above, the long discussion of phrases such as "Would you like a cup of tea?")

Other bits of advice from my own mother:
Always know where your handbag is. This led to setting it between my feet in public places such as restaurants where it would be in the way on my lap.

Never marry a man you met in a bar. because he spends his free time and money in bars.

Never marry a man who's rude to the waiter. Because if he's rude to a person he's paying to look after his needs, how will he treat you at home, when it's free?

My own corollary: Never marry a man who consistently wears white shoes.

I don't think I've mentioned my tendency to say something needs to be done, or is going to happen "in a right quick."

Oh the dues you pay when your father was an Arkie!

"But I digress, as I am wont to do."

Most people don't know what "to be wont" means, either. It means to have a habit of doing something.

Mostly, I put that in reviews.

When asked "How are you" I often reply, "I can't complain--but I do."

Don't borrow trouble--the interest rate is too high.

Fluctuat Nec Mergitur.

Why yes, it's Latin. Thank you for asking. It's also the motto for the city of Paris.
It means that the ship may sway and dip in the storm, but it ain't goin' down! I have it on poster on my office wall.

Or as Auntie Mame said, "You may push me to the wall, but there ain't no SOB on earth gonna push me through it!"

Oh. My. Goodness.
My sainted aunt.

I just discovered what may be the origin of one of my favourite phrases. I hangdogged into Gutenberg this morning and saw they have added a "Cap'n Billy's Whizbang" from about 1921. This was a magazine for boys that created and/or popularised a lot of slang of the period. (It's mentioned in the musical "The Music Man.")

So anyway, I decided to read it online, and found this poem.

If the day looks kinder gloomy
And chances kinder slim,
If the situation’s puzzlin’
And the prospect’s awful grim;
And perplexities keep pressin’—
If hope is nearly gone,
Jest bristle up and grit your teeth
And keep on keepin’ on.
—Whiz Bang Bill

"Keep on keepin' on" is one of my old phrases, which underwent a revival in the late sixties or early seventies, and later led to "Keep on Truckin'."

Well, don't look for it at the crossing, you might get hit by the train!

Groovy wrote: "I'll eventually get it:)"

"Can you spell that without any Rs?" Of course. T-H-A-T. Not an R anywhere.

mrbooks wrote: "That that that..."

Reminds me of a joke played on me and my sis when I was about six and she would have been eight. Our new BIL recited: "Railroad crossing, look out for the cars. Can you spell that without any Rs?"
Kept us busy for awhile!

Annette wrote: "I'm flabbergasted at this mindboggling activity going on here.
My personal favorite. Mindboggling."

Indeed!! "The mind boggles!" (With thanks to The Goon Show)

In the seventies, when I was in my teens, I went through a period where I read Harlequin Romances set in NZ. When the heroine was surprised by something someone said or did, "she boggled at him." It always cracked me up!

How's your father: slap and tickle (though in reality it would be tickle and then slap!), swappin' saliva, tuggin' and pullin', the matress mambo, the horizontal 100-yard dash...or as Shakespeare put it, "making the beast with two backs."

I'm pleased that GR has apparently stopped sending out those idiotic, "Congratulations! You've finished (Title of Book)!" notices. Like you don't know what book you've just reviewed!

Just remembered an old term invented on the (sadly defunct) VegWeb message board. When they invited a potential SO over for a bit of how's your father, it was referred to as "making scones." Because the invitation was to make scones and have tea and then...

None of those dodges work, after awhile. I was addicted to OTC sleeping meds (Unisom, Atarax etc) for years. It gets to the place that they don't "help you sleep"--but if you don't take them, you can't! I finally went cold turkey and in four days' time slept about six hours total--prisoner's cough, sweats, itchy skin, and near-psychotic episodes. I am also told I looked like SOS, in the military sense (stuff on a shingle).

Thank God for novels.

I've never read Stephen King, except for On Writing. I have enough trouble dropping off, if I read his stuff I'd never blink again in life. Or so I am told.

Not so very good at it. Friday into Saturday I slept about 2.5 hrs. Last night I finally fell asleep after 2 AM, could have slept until 9 but my body decided to wake me up at 7.30.
"To sleep, perchance to dream..."

Better that than a Silent Hill, I guess...

Yup, I got it after a bit. Sleepy.
I'm so tired I could sleep in a flowerbed using ground cover for blankets. Somebody turn out all those bulbs!

What is a Duck's favorite color? Orange"

Ummmm....Iongedit. 2 hrs of sleep, maybe it's me. Probably.