Are we drifting from psychology to psychiaty? By my reasoning, a good stretcher provides more stability than any apron irrespective of the smiles dimension.
Mufti in Wonderland.
Are we drifting from psychology to psychiaty? By my reasoning, a good stretcher provides more stability than any apron irrespective of the smiles dimension.
Mufti in Wonderland.
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Mea maxima culpa--I deleted my original post which was my attempt at humor based on a fellow Knotizen's humorous statements. Upon reflection, I saw that my warped use of the language could easily cause misunderstanding of the intent of my post.
I did not intend to target, flame, disparage or denigrate any individual or group of individuals by my post. On a weekly basis I sincerely feel that I should post a thank-you to the group that forms the Knots community. Anytime I have posted a question, I have received quick, helpful responses. There is a treasure here of both information and experience, and I hope that I would be the last one to diminish the community's treasure in any way, or by any amount.
Please accept my apology. Thank you.
Bob
Well I thought you were being entertaining and funny and did not read anything into the post. Since Mel mentioned psychology in an earlier post, I even thought my comment had an element of humour. We are simple souls who, if tempted to be insulting, would turn aside from such ill found thoughts and just let matters rest.
Heaven help us all if we get too P.C! Best wishes, and I mean that most sincerely, David.
Hey, David,
I thought your post was humorous too, and I especially appreciated the psychology to psychiatry part. My mea culpa was occasioned by a fellow Knotizen worried that I might have been attacking another citizen, which wasn't my intent. But I thought rather than have anyone wonder about any hidden meaning or implication in my post, I would best serve the community by dropping the post. In my haste to clean-up any mess I had created, I replied to your post, rather than to mine.
For those readers (as if my threads are attractive enough to occasion more than a few casual readers) who are late to the party, and going "what? what? what?" suffice it to say I was trying to direct attention to a thread in which I believe all could share a good laugh, as well as make a contribution to the thread. Instead, I half-way succeeded in showing wit.
If I were a sharper bit, I would bore down to get the movie rights for the subject thread, but I wouldn't want anyone to get a dull feeling they had been chiseled when the movie's revenues went to $300 million, shellacking the competition.
So, David, who do you want to play the part of Mufti?
Forwarded:
"I think you're just talking around the real issue because you know I read this and you think I won't be able to understand it because I'm a caveman. Well,....phoooey! I really hate that kind of patronizing attitude. Cavemen are thoughtful, reflective people too, you know.
-The Geico Caveman"
No, Ed,
Not talking around it because you and I are cavemen (or was it caveboys? No wait... I have it--flyboys).
I've always thought that making fun of cavemen was like laughing at your grandparents for having children. Several of us in the family have thought we're not descended from, we are, cavemen. Had an uncle that could scratch his knee without bending over. I almost can. I have all four wisdom teeth, although my posts show they haven't really helped.
My uncle, mentioned above, had a few kids. One of them, a nice looking boy, got halibutosis. Now, if you ever watched televison, you'd be inclined to think that he had bad breath, but no, this disease is named after the fish. Slowly, year by year, my cousin's left eye started moving lower and lower, crossing under his nose, until it was on the same side of face as his other eye. He used to walk with his head upright, but now, as a result of this disease, he walks with his head flopped completely over, resting on his right shoulder.
So no, coming from a long line of throwbacks, I'm not knocking the cavemen.
"looks like somebody got up on the wrong side of the rock."
Funny. For some reason I just love that Geico ad campaign. It's brilliant the way they use 'politically correctness' as a vehicle for humor and then getting their name out there.
Bob,
You better not be picking on my lil buddy mel. Have to invite you out back of the schoolhouse, to settle the matter. MAYBE EVEN PINCH YOU, LIKE THE GEEKS ON THE CELLPHONE COMMERCIAL.
;-) wink wink, nudge nudge
By the way, just joshing, really. Just kidding, not really serious at all. Don't be mad. ok?
Can't we all just get along?
My jaw is aching again from laughing and I once again woke up the dogs.
Who knows, maybe this thread will get to 300+ and I can sell more NH Granite flakes! I'm getting old, what can I say?
Regards,
Bob @ Kidderville Acres
A Woodworkers mind should be the sharpest tool in the shop!
Edited 3/30/2007 9:42 pm ET by KiddervilleAcres
Aprops the previous remarks, I may have seen the light! Could it be that we all are in therapy, with knots providing the comfort blanket, the rubber walls, the hot water bottle to help us towards regaining control? Do many of the respondents actually exist other than in our thoughts? Is Mel number one, exercising supreme control over our respective treatments, releasing the cured yet cruelly forcing the rest of us to post meaningless messages through eternity in the hope he will listen. Am I?
David, Ed, Bob, Ray
This is very interesting.
I can't get this much attention from my wife. I will continue sending each of your money if you keep this up. I glued a $100 bill to the back of a postcard and sent one to each of you. Somehow I have the feeling this will go down as one of the most influential of all Knots threads. The reasons are:
- the topic is more important than Festool and EZ Smart
- So far no-one has brought up "which is more important -- tools or skills".
- The centrality of "design" has received less attention than psychiatry.
- a pair of identical twins, who were separated at birth, (mufti and joinerswork) have been reunited in this thread.
- You all probably didn't realize this, but BobMc and I went to different high schools together.
- Each of us is a member of the top 100,000 woodworkers in the Universe.I feel a special bond with each of the contributers to this thread. I recommend that we get together every 10 years to commemorate this unique happening. Let's use BobMc's chateau on the lake.Knowing each of you as I do, there are two things that gives us a common bond:
1) a sense of humor, and
2) we are all members of the same virtual asylum, Knots. I hope that the rest of you are receiving the same level of care that I am. I have to go now. I am ready for electrochock theraphy. This is the first place that I have seen this done on Delta Unisaw. This thread has already given me the idea for a new book, which I am sure we can work into a movie, and all of you are perfect for parts. I call it "One Flew over a Woodworker's Nest". Have fun.
And thanks for the attention.
I never realized how much I am loved. :-)
Remember, according to our agreement, we will each start a thread on each other. The one that receives the most posts gets a weekend pass from the virtual asylum.
Enjoy your theraphy.
Here comes my first shock.
EEEEEEEEYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEIIIIIII.
Wow, that was exhilirating!
Get well quickly,
MelMeasure your output in smiles per board foot.
Most of us have circled the sun together quite a few times, much less attending high school together. Makes me glad I couldn't find my purple cape that night they served the cool-aid. Yeah, you know the night: that night we saw the comet.
Based on several posts I've read, I suspect that mufti and I are identical twins born a few years and continents apart by mothers that didn't talk to each other. Perhaps Ray is my other twin. Dad always negotiated for something extra. Then dads and moms gave them the talent and looks cause they liked them better. But hey, I don't mind, even Hansel came out okay in the end.
Today I received the postcard you sent. Thanks Mel, but you forgot to put a stamp on it, and the postman couldn't break a hundred for the postage due, so I sent it back. Reminded me of when I was in college, and I sent my dad a letter and asked him to send me $100. Then I wrote a PS, "I felt so ashamed after I posted this letter, that I tried to get it back, but they said it had already gone out. I pray it gets lost and never reaches you." He sent me a card a week later that said "Dear Bob, your prayers were answered. I never received your request."
It's the middle of the night. I should have a little bock therapy and then bed. Of course, I'll probably lie awake, pondering which is better, imperial or SI? Is it a sport if judges determine the score? Is it art if it represents reality? Is rock 'n roll music? Is the Internet a fad? Is it wood working when the floor creaks? Can I stop typi
Smiley faces! I forgot the smiley faces! And you guys all get up so much earlier than I, I may face a whole new set of threats and playground bullying. I guess I'll use my lunch money to treat us all over at the cafe (as if Ray will let me keep it).
The smartest thing I could probably do is to steal wholesale David's eloquent sentence to use as a signature:
"We are simple souls who, if tempted to be insulting, would turn aside from such ill found thoughts and just let matters rest."
Bob
:>)
Bob,
I'm pretty sure we aren't twins. But since you and Mel went to different schools together, we may be identical strangers.
Ray
That's solipsistic of you to think of us!
I know I studied pyschology in school, to see if I couldn't cure my self. But I had been raised a little too good, and I couldn't even seem to get tacky. <Don't know if that translates well, but consider standard english on the adjective.> So I decided to try DIY on something easier. Here I am in woodworking. Guess I was wrong.
You only get credit if you post a lot of meaningless messages, all on a single thread, pushing the totals higher, ever higher, until Bingo! you're completely cured, totally dry, and not tacky to the touch at all.
BTW You're a bit more cured than I, but even I know not to "see the light" if you're still having fun. I plan to turn and run the other way.
Note to self: mufti said Aprops, not Atropos. Gives a different spin to the thread. Put on your clothos, make sure the door lachesis locked, and then come back to determine the fate of this post.
Succinctly put. As you infer, psychoneurosis is symtomatically expressed by syncategorematic synchoresis. I could not have said it better myself.
mufti, old bean,
Think you spelled "symptomatically" incorrectly. Unless that is you were implying that the neurosis was of a kind with tom's malady, in which case it would be symtomatic, after all.
When will mberger step in and stand us all in our respective corners?
Ray
Sorry, not like me to miss a p.
mufti,
The older I get, the more important a good p becomes. Sometimes several times a night...
Ray
Thank you for that post, David, it made me realize why my local pusher keeps telling me that Powermatic doesn't make a synchoresis. I'll call first thing tomorrow to tell him that the tool I need is a Syncategorematic synchoresis. I'm hoping it will show up in the power-tool review of FWW. After all, who really needs another review of aluminum taper jigs with magnetic power switches?
Bob
"We are simple souls who, if tempted to be insulting, would turn aside from such ill found thoughts and just let matters rest." --Mufti the Wise
(And, just in case:>)
Bob, you need a better marketing name than "NH Granite Flakes," to help distinguish them from "CA Flakes" (apologies to the other four natives of CA).
Maybe we (partners, now) could make men's clothing of the flakes. I can hear some girlfriend saying: "that's a nice chert." We could post a sign in our factory: "No sleeping, just knapping."
Oh, oh, time for me to knap.
Bob
Edited 4/1/2007 11:16 am ET by BobMc
How about Old Man o' the Mountain? Seems befitting of my age.
Regards,Bob @ Kidderville Acres
A Woodworkers mind should be the sharpest tool in the shop!
I'm gonna bump this thread! Nope, not picking on Mel. Trying not to pick on anyone-well other than when I go to the cafe and have one too many to read.
Rather than the schoolhouse, could you take me to the woodshed, and really teach me a lesson I'll never forget ? I know I could learn something in your woodshed! Or shop.
Pinch? Geek pinch? Could be exciting, never tried it, but willing to learn.
Just kidding? Get me interested, and then drop me like that?
Bob
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