Oh and booka,

If you want to get into a dialog on dating, can I ask you the favor not to do it on this particular thread? I think 2regret already stated her opinion. I understand there is even an entire forum dedicated to that subject where I'm sure you would get lots of ideas. But right now many of us here are still trying to keep our heads in the game against overwhelming odds. It is great that you have been able to dust the shoes from off the feet of your marriage in - what - one week? Great success story. But your posts about the women you are meeting are a bit unusual. Heaven forbid anybody make a critical comment about them though.

Well, to take property from the owners hands is also another of our well known abilities. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" />

I believe the correct word is incredible.

Maybe I forgot to tell that story. One day I was on my way to visit Pemex from the office and WW (then FWWBNGF - i.e. future wayward wife but now girlfriend) asked me to go by my house to do something (can't remember what). I had been having trouble with the alberquero for some weeks and had told him I needed to talk to him. Anyway, I walk in the door and I here a strange noise (and a lot of it) upstairs and as I walk in I see movement from the corner of my eye as someone comes bolting down the stairs, reaches the middle landing, jumps the railing and lands on the floor. My brief glimpes of the guy makes me think it is my alberquero because they have similar appearance. The thought that goes through my mind is "oh good - the alberquero is here - I need to talk to him". I never occurs to me that the alberquero would have no reason to be inside my house.

I am not sure what my next thought was. I do know that I started running after the guy. He starts running too toward the back door. I am running as hard as I can. He reaches the kitchen door and it is locked. I am getting closer. He struggles with the lock. I am almost there. He turns around to see where I am but still fights the lock. I see his face. My hand is 2 cm's from the back of his neck when the door suddenly comes open and he is out in a flash. He jumps off the back wall and runs across the golf course. I stop running because I think there may be more people inside the house still and I walk back to look. I call FWWBNGF at the office who calls the police. I don't remember what all happened after that. I do remember a pickup truck full of police with shotguns showed up and they went to look for the guy. When they asked me for a description of the thief, I told them his most distinguishing feature was that his eyes where big and round and were about 4 inches in diameter. When I almost had him and he turned around, that's what I saw. I have only ever since seen eyes that big in cartoons.

That afternoon I had my welder come over and he installed rejas on every window and door and built a really nasty fence along the backyard.

Is uncredible a word? I'm still trying to look up disingenus [sic?] but it has too many vowels and I have trouble with the spelling. Regardless, I will continue with my witheringly witheringish attempt to look up the word.

Have a friend who taped her own toe after breaking it. Almost ended up having to have surgery because she got the angle of the toe wrong and it affected some other bones in her foot.

My orthopaedist recommends hard-soled shoes if you injure your toes. The provide more support for the foot. Don't wear soft soled shoes.

Withering maybe? You know, like "Withering Heights". I think it is a book. Oh, wait, maybe it is "Wuthering Heights". What does wuthering mean? For that matter, what does withering mean? They are probably both metaphors for something or another. Can you see why I hate metaphors? And, no, I never won a spelling bee. That was/is my other weakness in addition to reading comprehension. I remember being in a spelling be in the fifth grade. I was out on the third round. Alfabet. Yeah, that is exactly how I spelled it. Susan Smith won. Now that girl could spell.

To go on a tangent here, why do we need metaphors? I mean, think about it. In the Italian flick, "Swept Away", why couldn't an actor, or announcer come on and say that there are power shifts in a relationship and the power shifts depending on the circumstances? And, instead of "The Great Gatsby" hiding the message of......hey, wait, I do not know what TGG was about. But you get the idea. Take one sheet of paper and write down the point. No books to buy, no time to waste. And it would save so many trees. Wouldn't that in turn help global warming?

disingenuous, using it's second definition:

2. Pretending to be unaware or unsophisticated; faux-naïf.

Actually, it covers both of you.

Metaphors are wonderful. Language is wonderful. Words are wonderful.

Numbers? Phooey.

I forgot to mention when I was mentioning all the books I love, Wuthering Heights was one them.

I also won every spelling bee I entered.

First of all, didn't we decide a few months ago that burning trees would actually PREVENT global warming according to your theoretical model of the planet? Now you are changing your story. You might as well be a Republican.

WH, TGG, etc. are all necessary because we humans are incapable of saying what we really mean. The metaphor is a safety valve - "Oh, I'm sorry you are upset but you obviously misinterpreted my meaning. When I said you were big boned, I didn't mean FAT".

FWIW, the Mexican solution to any problem (and I'm sure larousse will back me up on this) is to massage it with Vick's Vap-O-Rub. Last night WW suggested she massage my broken toe with Vap-O-Rub. I replied "are you freaking insane?!?!?!?"

The withering glance is my speciality, perfected over many years.

I'm working on the lustful yet discrete "ogle" but admittedly I need much more practice.

LMAOPMP!!!!!

That and chamomile tea.

I guess there is an association of Vick's to the Tiger balm. For muscle's inflamation we also use some cow balsam for mastitis. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" />

[color:"green"] The logic is impecable. End of literature, end of global warming. Genius. [/color]

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To illustrate a point, what if, instead of being clear and direct when he wrote E=MC2, Einstein wrote:

013581334E6450000010010110=512121010010M00000c77777777772?

Surely now, you can understand the folly of metaphors?

But this contains "rounding" errors.

Besides, Einstein was lucky. I can see the process:

E = mA2 - "no, that's not it darn it!"

E = mB2 - "well, almost but it just seems a bit off"

E = mC2 - "EUREKA!!! - I get the Nobel Prize and all the hot women!!!"

He got it right third try. Thomas Edison took a lot longer.

The second one made it clear to me for the first time ever.

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I have heard that math is full of metaphors, I don't get why.