06-10-2012, 01:52 AM
Dale,
I owe you an apology. It was patronising of me to use 'pantalon' rather than the the correct term, on the assumption that you would pick up on the 'pant' bit, and overlook that 'pantalon' means trousers, rather than knickers; I am reluctant to go back and edit; it seems a sneaky thing to do. So, please, in your mind, read it as 'petite culotte'. One likes to get the mot juste.
So, that Transit of Venus-- what! Predicted by some bod in Sumer 300,000,000 years ago? That's amazing. That man was a mensch!
We are at one over evolution, glad to note. Perhaps you opine that we are further removed than I hasarded, but we at one. Isn't it great when debates lead to a meeting of minds!
It is possible that the Large Hadron Collider will not find the Higgs Boson--and something will have been learnt, namely, that whether or not it exists, the Large Hadron Collider, as operated was not the tool to find it.
Sorry to hear you disparaging the old wives --I have met one 'the Auld Wyf' to wit, and she commanded the greatest respect. And toys-- now again I am grateful to you. I might have made a similar comment, but now, reflecting that if scientific method is demonstrated to work in a child's toy, that is a valid as in some mighty machine smashing up particles.
I see you and me in early times, walking along the beach, you in your petite culotte, me in my manly tunic.
"Look at that!" sez I
"Look at what?"
"That stuff"
"Do me a favour. Be a trifle more precise"
" This. I don't know what to call it."
"The Moon Goddess calls it glass, you oaf! It is her crap, you know, you should kiss it and worship her!"
"Well, I shall Dale. But--do you see how you can kind of see through it? "
" So what? She's the Moon. You do talk through your arse/ass"
"Maybe be we could make some-- this sand that ash--- it's where we had that great bonfire!"
"You are a cunt. I have just explained."
"But say--say-- you can make it anyway.."
"And what do you suppose would be the point of that?"
"I would make something do go in the window of my hovel, Dale."
" I always thought you were a bit flaky-- now I know it. Go your own way, with your stupid little toy. Now be quiet, because I've got a whole morning of myth-making ahead"
I owe you an apology. It was patronising of me to use 'pantalon' rather than the the correct term, on the assumption that you would pick up on the 'pant' bit, and overlook that 'pantalon' means trousers, rather than knickers; I am reluctant to go back and edit; it seems a sneaky thing to do. So, please, in your mind, read it as 'petite culotte'. One likes to get the mot juste.
So, that Transit of Venus-- what! Predicted by some bod in Sumer 300,000,000 years ago? That's amazing. That man was a mensch!
We are at one over evolution, glad to note. Perhaps you opine that we are further removed than I hasarded, but we at one. Isn't it great when debates lead to a meeting of minds!
It is possible that the Large Hadron Collider will not find the Higgs Boson--and something will have been learnt, namely, that whether or not it exists, the Large Hadron Collider, as operated was not the tool to find it.
Sorry to hear you disparaging the old wives --I have met one 'the Auld Wyf' to wit, and she commanded the greatest respect. And toys-- now again I am grateful to you. I might have made a similar comment, but now, reflecting that if scientific method is demonstrated to work in a child's toy, that is a valid as in some mighty machine smashing up particles.
I see you and me in early times, walking along the beach, you in your petite culotte, me in my manly tunic.
"Look at that!" sez I
"Look at what?"
"That stuff"
"Do me a favour. Be a trifle more precise"
" This. I don't know what to call it."
"The Moon Goddess calls it glass, you oaf! It is her crap, you know, you should kiss it and worship her!"
"Well, I shall Dale. But--do you see how you can kind of see through it? "
" So what? She's the Moon. You do talk through your arse/ass"
"Maybe be we could make some-- this sand that ash--- it's where we had that great bonfire!"
"You are a cunt. I have just explained."
"But say--say-- you can make it anyway.."
"And what do you suppose would be the point of that?"
"I would make something do go in the window of my hovel, Dale."
" I always thought you were a bit flaky-- now I know it. Go your own way, with your stupid little toy. Now be quiet, because I've got a whole morning of myth-making ahead"