tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119187433618815256.post5927737375340285661..comments2023-10-12T19:23:36.129-04:00Comments on Boxing The Compass: Owls, Punch bowls, and OwlsYankee-Whisky-Papahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03700869447555261057noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119187433618815256.post-28594271962681731822012-03-20T14:09:03.646-04:002012-03-20T14:09:03.646-04:00deeply freaky sounds like a village in the cotswol...deeply freaky sounds like a village in the cotswolds.Pigtown*Designhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13775512940294150252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119187433618815256.post-47299403690260466322012-03-01T15:24:03.384-05:002012-03-01T15:24:03.384-05:00You may end up with some punch offers.You may end up with some punch offers.Patsyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02840629057159581688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119187433618815256.post-50023224749274322972012-03-01T10:56:56.789-05:002012-03-01T10:56:56.789-05:00I can picture that collection as the result of a h...I can picture that collection as the result of a harmless comment, given at an early age, expressing a fondness for owls. A lifetime of unimaginative gift-giving later, you find yourself surrounded by all those staring eyes.Mr. Sidetablenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119187433618815256.post-88837404313638216032012-03-01T04:14:24.548-05:002012-03-01T04:14:24.548-05:00*Sr.: To borrow a phrase from Nick Charles: In pol...*Sr.: To borrow a phrase from Nick Charles: In polte society, the owl does not call "Who - who". It instead says "Whom - whom".<br /><br />*Nat: I'll probably just serve more punch. The author's note is to differentiate myself from those who conceal their contributors. While I may change names in order to gain permission to share a story, I want to maintain a level of transparency with everyone. I also put it there to ward off offers, which seem to be getting more frequent.Yankee-Whisky-Papahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03700869447555261057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119187433618815256.post-78748997994492521592012-02-29T22:07:34.857-05:002012-02-29T22:07:34.857-05:00Offer one of the sets up to the community, like Mi...Offer one of the sets up to the community, like Mister Midwester! <br />And what prompted the 'important author's note' at the end of the post?Natnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119187433618815256.post-77640444430006906562012-02-29T15:53:15.866-05:002012-02-29T15:53:15.866-05:00That's funny.That's funny.JKGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13569861165454532541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119187433618815256.post-47032191922537280992012-02-29T13:30:39.017-05:002012-02-29T13:30:39.017-05:00What am I going to do with all these owls I have b...What am I going to do with all these owls I have been collecting for for the young gentleman?Sr.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119187433618815256.post-3546584522038922162012-02-29T13:14:31.731-05:002012-02-29T13:14:31.731-05:00*Giuseppe: That is exactly what I'll do. Have...*Giuseppe: That is exactly what I'll do. Have your summer clothes ready.<br /><br />*Road to Parnassus: You've got it exactly. Imagine entering someone's house on a social call and being greeted by that flock. Worse yet, on a date.<br /><br />*JKG: Twain was often hilariously indicting superstition. Imagine if that passage had concluded with Huck surfacing with "Confirmation bias is powerful misleading!"Yankee-Whisky-Papahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03700869447555261057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119187433618815256.post-40625213999741309002012-02-29T11:47:28.059-05:002012-02-29T11:47:28.059-05:00Ebay. Someone will take it off your hands AND pay...Ebay. Someone will take it off your hands AND pay shipping, no doubt. <br /><br />In moments of "like attracts like" surplus, I often think of this moment from Tom Sawyer:<br /><br /><i><br />The truth was, that a superstition of his had failed, here, which he and all his comrades had always looked upon as infallible. If you buried a marble with certain necessary incantations, and left it alone a fortnight, and then opened the place with the incantation he had just used, you would find that all the marbles you had ever lost had gathered themselves together there, meantime, no matter how widely they had been separated. But now, this thing had actually and unquestionably failed. Tom's whole structure of faith was shaken to its foundations. He had many a time heard of this thing succeeding but never of its failing before. It did not occur to him that he had tried it several times before, himself, but could never find the hiding-places afterward. He puzzled over the matter some time, and finally decided that some witch had interfered and broken the charm. He thought he would satisfy himself on that point; so he searched around till he found a small sandy spot with a little funnel-shaped depression in it. He laid himself down and put his mouth close to this depression and called -<br /><br />"Doodle-bug, doodle-bug, tell me what I want to know! Doodle-bug, doodle-bug, tell me what I want to know!"<br /><br />The sand began to work, and presently a small black bug appeared for a second and then darted under again in a fright.<br /><br />"He dasn't tell! So it WAS a witch that done it. I just knowed it."<br /><br />He well knew the futility of trying to contend against witches, so he gave up discouraged. But it occurred to him that he might as well have the marble he had just thrown away, and therefore he went and made a patient search for it. But he could not find it. Now he went back to his treasure-house and carefully placed himself just as he had been standing when he tossed the marble away; then he took another marble from his pocket and tossed it in the same way, saying:<br /><br />"Brother, go find your brother!"<br /><br />He watched where it stopped, and went there and looked. But it must have fallen short or gone too far; so he tried twice more. The last repetition was successful. The two marbles lay within a foot of each other. </i>JKGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13569861165454532541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119187433618815256.post-63965009933404391232012-02-28T23:16:47.572-05:002012-02-28T23:16:47.572-05:00The owls are probably like the animal collection i...The owls are probably like the animal collection in The Glass Menagerie, only instead of representing the owner Laura's withdrawal and inner fragility, the figurines themselves scared off all the visitors.<br />--Road to ParnassusParnassushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08958901307538141468noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119187433618815256.post-65159058314607636932012-02-28T21:54:00.709-05:002012-02-28T21:54:00.709-05:00When it rains it pours, no? Such is the nature of ...When it rains it pours, no? Such is the nature of the life of the thrifty and/or cheap. <br /><br />Looks like you'll be hosting a rum-punch get together this Summer, with 38 of your closest friends.Giuseppehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11582043853388196139noreply@blogger.com