Letters to the Editor
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bAMBAGE. nO.
aSK wILLIAM tIMMBERMAN~
hE wRITES hEBREWS iGLES.
hE dRINKS sCOTCH. yUP.
hE sCRATCHES A cROTCH?
hE iS A gOOD tINKER.
hE cAN fIX A wATCH?
hE bURPS pLEASANTLY.
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bamage
dOES ANYBODY...
Does anybody...
Yeah, you hold down the shift key when you want lower case, and release the shift key when you want upper case.
I got enough trouble with Qwerty without holding down the shift key for most of a sentence. Why not just unlock the caps lock?
Or, what this a spoof into which I just fell headfirst? If so, have a laugh on me ;-)
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@Bamage
Caps Lock.
Usually right above the shift key.
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@Bamage
Caps Lock.
Usually right above the shift key.
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preview! preview! preview!
Or, was this a spoof into which I just fell headfirst?
Double-dunked.
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I don't know...
I found Aycharaych's appeal to the "I could tell you but I'd have to kill you" fallacy quite persuasive.
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apologies William. You are an elder sensitive gentleman.
Take some original extra strong LOFTHOUSE's fISHERMAN'S fRIEND menthol Cough Suppresents Lozenges as a shut-up oral Anesthetic.
They are sold in most Wall-Mats-Stores. sMILE? i hOPE! yOU aRE rESPECTED fOR nOT bEING A dOPE iIKE sOME. yOU lIKE A pRESIDENT iKE?
yIKE!
mEA gULP A tOAST oF A cUPPA oF A fEW cLOUDY hOME bREW'S tO BaMaGE tOO.
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Sadly, no SPOOF!
I type w/ my head down, and I hit the cap lock button early on. I couln't force myself to retype it all. I'm really wondering if it's possible to reverse the case on a block of text.
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@ BEBOP-O
tHANKS. wHEN i WANT TO FIND TRUE NORTH, i LOOK TO YOU. i'M NOT KIDDING.
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@Bamage
unfortunately, no, not in a browser.
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The Hilarity Ensues!
Also via Sully, Ace:
Not that what one blogger thinks matters that much, but if Huckabee gets the nomination, I’m voting Democratic. It’s not just an idle threat; I just won’t vote for him and in fact won’t even vote third party or stay home.
http://www.balloon-juice.com/?p=9311
That's Ace of Spades. What a long, strange campaign it will be.
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@Bamage
1. Paste the entire block into a single cell in Excel -- let's say it's cell A1.
2. In another cell - B1, let's say - type:
=proper(A1)
and hit enter. Copy that and paste it into your comment.
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William T at 8:37
That is one absolutely most wise eloquent insight. And kind. Thank you.
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Since the sun's over the yard-arm...
Maybe 'bop will waft a pleasant burp (southwesterly) in my direction. 8')
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@farrago
tHANKS!
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A question for bebop
Do you know Berlin Alexanderplatz? The book (Alfred Döblin) or the TV film (Fassbinder.) I ask because Franz Biberkopf reminds me of you. A true pilgrim. If you haven't made his acquaintance, I think you might like to.
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William, I swear I'd love to meet you some day even it means wait until we are born-again as a lame worthless mule.
The Mule (Che Pasa) is mentioned here:
A mule is a cross between a male donkey (jack or jackass) and a female horse. (mare). It, by definition is NOY able to reproduce and, in fact, the term 'mule' when not applied to the specific cross (you timber mule) means any infertile animal, particularly one that is that way because of hybridization. There are a few instances of a fertile MULE.
That is usually argued, contested, and will likely be blogged about at Glenn's next post? If there ever was a Mule that was with a good baby, kicking, mule inside it is you, wILLIAM. You are a wild-fertile mule to me. A MULE like you gives birth to hope and a new generation of hard-worker plow-critter "Mules" to plod-plow the Earth in this generation. o, hOPE! yEP.
When the sexes are reversed, and a male horse (stallion) is bred with a female donkey ( jennet ), the offspring, also sterile, is referred to as a hinny.
Mules are far more encountered by hinnies. They are perceived as better working animals. They are crosses between zebras and horses, and zebras and donkeys. Collectively, their offspring are referred to as zebroids,
individually variously as zonkeys, zebrose, zebrule, and several other name-designations. They are infertile, rare and of no economic impotance. Gads-We did stay on topic didn't we?
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25% posters get to get in a feral burros kick match with Glenn.
William, I'd look into it but I don't know Mandarin. But thanks for the tip. I'll get "normal" if you don't? huh. The so-called normal pundits give me the shivers in the "DC town of asses".
That's in the bible.
Let's stay honest.
I hope Glenn don't kick too hard, good William, in the shinny shin unshaven stubble chin?
I know the Ladies know better than to sing country western music to Mr. Timberman. Bach?
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Solzhenitsyn
writes in his Gulag Archipelago of folks in the prison camps, and said there were two types: the collaboraters and those who refused to collaborate. And the collaboraters got to work inside where it was warm while those who refused to rat out their fellow prisoners would have to work outside (in Siberia, so it was a serious business). So those who did not collaborate suffered and died rather more quickly . . . but, Solzhenitsyn points out, their souls would grow and shine.
And so in one of the volumes of his voluminous work he tells of a group of folks who after a hard day of digging in the tundra would gather behind a wall and have conversations of a real sort: there was a physicist who would give a little talk on the latest in quantam mechanics, and they would discuss that; and a classical scholar would talk of ancient plays; and a philosopher would report on Socrates; and a priest would give a sermon; and a mathematician would explain Godel. And they would talk, and debate, and argue, and learn and grow. And day by day the group would grow smaller, and some would come and go and some died and new prisoners joined in . . .
I thought of that reading the thread over the last two days here. There are those who are devoted to truth and the growth of the soul (or whatever you want to call it: the integrity of human personality, perhaps), and then there are those who are not. And we are not in a Gulag yet. But what a group of voices I find here in this thread sometimes. It helps me to remember who I am.
Thanks all: my education continues.