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Lily, Sweet and Silly
Grant, excellent point! Cuddle, Jessie didn't have a collar either, but she never went far from home or her yard. Her owner most definitely isn't irresponsible, and was providing her with complete medical care, best of food, and all the love conceivable. Victoria was despondent without her. It sounds like Lily has been very well raised, too, and there might be a "Victoria" out there just eating her heart out. I say do the posters, and whatever else AG did that resulted in our getting Jessie home. AG? ;) Oh--Lily is a beaut! She absolutely has some kind of Siamese, Himalayan, or something of the like in her--look at that amazing body structure, ear shape, and triangular head! Indeedy, this girly is missed by someone...— March 12, 2010 9:22 p.m.
Satire Saunters into the Reader! A word on Walter Mencken’s February 24 installment of “S.D. on the Q.T.”
re: #16: Enjoy, then! ;)— March 12, 2010 9:14 p.m.
Satire Saunters into the Reader! A word on Walter Mencken’s February 24 installment of “S.D. on the Q.T.”
I had a feeling that we'd see that horn-ed woman again. And again. :) Yeah, I can't remember the response to Swift in my lit class, but I'm sure it was similar. The thing is, our generation (yours, mine, refried's, though he's just a bit older) were not raised on the kind of hypberbole, and overkill irony kids get today on television commercials and programs. I see a mock-ironic attitude kids are using to sass back with to parents that comes from these programs where kids are always right, and parents lumber in to be the straight man or the butt of the joke. It's the kids who get to be "brilliantly" cynical and ironic-- ...so the question is, did they just inherit the attitude, without the substance? What I mean is, since the social personalities fed to kids of this era involve hard, glossy, hand on hip, eye rolling contradiction-cum-ironic stance, are they really understanding irony and satire when they are given such examples as Swift? Or do they need just as much help as we did, and as previous generations did, in identifying how its irony works? My answer from teaching experiences is that they need the help, and that the postures they are learning, and the one-liners and comebacks on kiddy telly are just shells of irony. I have taught Wilde's "The Importance of Being Earnest" to junior high, high school, and college-age kids, and though they may pick up on the more elementary oppositions that make simple satirical ironies, they are lost in the thick of the text, and invariably begin to accept what characters are saying at face value, rather than delving. They aren't taught to delve, that is for sure... refried, I don't think it qualifies as a neighborhood story, do you? I mean, it's a partial essay on a column in the Reader, not a story, and not on a neighborhood. It would be nice to win for a change, though :)— March 12, 2010 9:14 p.m.
i guess i just wish...../Pistol Pete
and can u tell me when i threw stones at u?? Nan, I never suggested that you threw stones. You must be confused with another poster/posting. There is nothing to forgive, and frankly, I am done with the subject of Pete, as I suspect most are. I would like nothing better than to just tend my blogs and go read an excellent story or two to calm down for the evening. Kisses to all {blows} xoxo.— March 12, 2010 8:59 p.m.
i guess i just wish...../Pistol Pete
Ok, nan, why are you are offended? We gave our opinions in a respectful way, through dialogue. No one has suggested--or even thought--anything like you are writing. If you valued Pete so much for his "honest" way of expressing himself, what is wrong with us being honest here? You wanted the 411 on what all of us save refried (and LPR, apparently) thought of the situation, and of what we've been through. You asked to know, didn't you? If not, I'm sorry. I know what sudden extreme politeness means--you are in effect, showing me the door? No problem, if that's your intent. If you are instead willing to listen with an open ear to what has been going on that you missed? Well, much preferred.— March 12, 2010 8:16 p.m.
i guess i just wish...../Pistol Pete
is it ur preference now since u both seem quite upset about my individual view of the Petester that u would prefer to sever all connections with me Huh?— March 12, 2010 8:11 p.m.
i guess i just wish...../Pistol Pete
"i'm sorry Cuddles u can't let go of it" Nan, give CF a chance to get it out of HER system--he's only been gone a day!— March 12, 2010 8:10 p.m.
i guess i just wish...../Pistol Pete
re: #69: Nan wrote: "i guess that was what i thought Pete was doing...vomiting it all up to have an empty stomach for a worthy meal" Yeah, I thought that was what he was doing too, Nan. Unfortunately, he wasn't. ... Nan wrote: "so much of what's being brought forth here is JUDGEMENT" Actually, it isn't. It is honest assessment. Just as honest as you might have felt Pete was when he was confessing things. What I say is no less honest if I use "fancy" language, as quillpena put it recently. The packaging is of no import, finally.— March 12, 2010 8:06 p.m.
i guess i just wish...../Pistol Pete
re:#68: refried dear, you were never receiving a spanking from me for being Pete's pal. Never. It was only for saying the things to us via him that made me/us look like naive (female) idiots, and Pete some kind of arbiter of the real. But AG has already said what I needed to in #66. I have not led a sheltered life by any means, and like I said, Pete never said a word or phrase I hadn't already heard from similar personality types. We all deserve our street cred.— March 12, 2010 8:01 p.m.
i guess i just wish...../Pistol Pete
re: #54: Nan wrote: "but if a somewhat ugly human pops up and waves or shakes his dirty fist at us...do we need to throw rocks and prove his assumption that everyone is to be suspected of further foul treatment" Nan, I appreciate you writing to me, but as you yourself admitted, you aren't exactly completely up on the situation. Otherwise, you'd never feel the need to write me about "throwing rocks." I was immensely patient with Pete, and rather than ignoring him or just returning the invectives, I tried to clue him in to a few things (try, a few thousand things) he was missing. It's in the nature of any teacher to do so, when seeing a person seriously lacking information or social skills. It didn't work. I got tired of being mistreated, and everyone else here was sick of it, too. We couldn't talk to each other without Pete inserting himself into the equation, like a needy three-year old. Everywhere you turned, you had to relate to him, again and again. Enough is enough, nan.— March 12, 2010 7:53 p.m.