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...this pea is right for the Challenge, but I haven't posted in weeks anyway...
(Mon 8th Jun 2015, 21:32, More)
...this pea is right for the Challenge, but I haven't posted in weeks anyway...
(Mon 8th Jun 2015, 21:32, More)
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» Fears and Phobias
A couple of things:
1) not heights so much as edges. I could be a hundred feet up a structure or whatever without a problem, but if I move anywhere near the edge, I get the overpowering feeling that I'm likely to throw myself off.
2) automata, especially those which mimic human responses, but not confined to them, as this blog post of mine describes: www.thejudge.me.uk/Not_blog/Not_blog_20140612.htm
(Sat 13th Sep 2014, 22:32, More)
A couple of things:
1) not heights so much as edges. I could be a hundred feet up a structure or whatever without a problem, but if I move anywhere near the edge, I get the overpowering feeling that I'm likely to throw myself off.
2) automata, especially those which mimic human responses, but not confined to them, as this blog post of mine describes: www.thejudge.me.uk/Not_blog/Not_blog_20140612.htm
(Sat 13th Sep 2014, 22:32, More)
» School Assemblies
No Sh!t, Einstein!
Like Dr. Skagra, it was school assemblies which made me into a confirmed atheist.
By the time I'd reached the 5th year in our BSC (Bog Standard Comprehensive), there were too many pupils for us all to congregate in the Top Gym+Music Room for morning assembly. So, the top two streams of the Fifth were instead herded into two history classrooms in the bottom block which were made into one by hauling back the partition between them. Whilst the headmaster ('The Gaffer') presided over the Main Event at the other end of the school, we were forced to submit to the Gardening teacher (inevitably nick-named 'Bayleaf'). There were no hymns as I recall (there was scarcely room for all of us in there, let alone a piano).
The trouble was that Bayleaf combined great long-windedness with a religious zeal totally absent from The Gaffer (who usually used assemblies as a method of humiliating boys who had, for example, been caught pissing in the wash-basin in the top bog ("I was desperate!", moaned the boy, seemingly ignorant of the inconvenient fact of a large, fsck-you trough urinal just two feet away)). This led Bayleaf to get carried away a bit.
I don't remember the context now, but one morning Bayleaf remarked, "And, of course, as Einstein pointed out, you can travel between the Sun and the Earth eight times in a second..."
Those of us doing O-level Physics gave each other meaningful looks and tried to stifle our derision for the remaining ten minutes of the assembly. It was at that point that I fully realised for the first time that religion is not only bullshit, but is a primary cause of bullshitting in others. A salutory lesson.
(Sat 15th Jun 2013, 21:50, More)
No Sh!t, Einstein!
Like Dr. Skagra, it was school assemblies which made me into a confirmed atheist.
By the time I'd reached the 5th year in our BSC (Bog Standard Comprehensive), there were too many pupils for us all to congregate in the Top Gym+Music Room for morning assembly. So, the top two streams of the Fifth were instead herded into two history classrooms in the bottom block which were made into one by hauling back the partition between them. Whilst the headmaster ('The Gaffer') presided over the Main Event at the other end of the school, we were forced to submit to the Gardening teacher (inevitably nick-named 'Bayleaf'). There were no hymns as I recall (there was scarcely room for all of us in there, let alone a piano).
The trouble was that Bayleaf combined great long-windedness with a religious zeal totally absent from The Gaffer (who usually used assemblies as a method of humiliating boys who had, for example, been caught pissing in the wash-basin in the top bog ("I was desperate!", moaned the boy, seemingly ignorant of the inconvenient fact of a large, fsck-you trough urinal just two feet away)). This led Bayleaf to get carried away a bit.
I don't remember the context now, but one morning Bayleaf remarked, "And, of course, as Einstein pointed out, you can travel between the Sun and the Earth eight times in a second..."
Those of us doing O-level Physics gave each other meaningful looks and tried to stifle our derision for the remaining ten minutes of the assembly. It was at that point that I fully realised for the first time that religion is not only bullshit, but is a primary cause of bullshitting in others. A salutory lesson.
(Sat 15th Jun 2013, 21:50, More)
» Encounters with politicians
Boris again
He stood in our constituency in 1997. It wasn't an auspicious time for a Tory to be coming to our village, as our main source of employment - a steelworks - had been shut down by a bunch of asset-strippers a few years before.
The thatched Thatcherite went into the shop which stood across the road from our house. Said shop was run at that time by a 40W bulb from the local Labour establishment. Even more unfortunate for him was that his entry coincided with the presence of my mother, a woman with a withering attitude to politicians in general, and preening right-wing ones in particular, and never one to hold back on expressing herself.
It is to that encounter that I attribute that 'confused baby' look that Boris still affects whenever he is un-nerved by something.
(Thu 30th Apr 2015, 20:52, More)
Boris again
He stood in our constituency in 1997. It wasn't an auspicious time for a Tory to be coming to our village, as our main source of employment - a steelworks - had been shut down by a bunch of asset-strippers a few years before.
The thatched Thatcherite went into the shop which stood across the road from our house. Said shop was run at that time by a 40W bulb from the local Labour establishment. Even more unfortunate for him was that his entry coincided with the presence of my mother, a woman with a withering attitude to politicians in general, and preening right-wing ones in particular, and never one to hold back on expressing herself.
It is to that encounter that I attribute that 'confused baby' look that Boris still affects whenever he is un-nerved by something.
(Thu 30th Apr 2015, 20:52, More)