Slade's greatest fear.
How dare you insult me before I insult you
Sequel???
The sewers are beautiful this time of year.
Monosyllabic is anything but.
Meat Puppet's message really spoke to me, as they often do. Is a cheerful word given as part of a mere routine meaningful in any way? To take a less than festive example: As children we are (or at least I was) essentially conditioned to say "please" and "thank you" as a matter of course. Does this teach us to be good to others, or does it simply lead us to conclude that these words are, in actual fact, magic, and that saying them will get us everything we want? If it's the latter (and sadly I suspect that it is) then our motivation for saying these words is entirely selfish, and that we wish the other person no good will at all. Our etiquette is merely a front! To take this idea further, if such pleasantries are stripped of their previous meaning and no longer act in any sense other than that which is purely functional, are they not pure duckspeak? Do we not unthinkingly "quack" out pleasantries (from Please and Thank You to Merry Christmas and Have a Nice Day) as a way of winning favour from others? Politeness is, in essence, nothing more than a way to win friends and influence people, and the more we use it unthinkingly the less it actually means. Much as curse words lose their power through repeated use, our compliments and pleasantries are becoming emotionally redundant. And that is sad.
Have a tubular Christmas Leonardo (Cz)
The Scales of Reptilian Justice beg to differ.
Chainzaw.
Tour guides cost an arm and a leg, so make sure you bring one of each.
