NormBack by popular demand
Due to popular demand I have decided to repost this post. This post was so well received (and acclaimed in some quarters) that the decision really made itself. Things that make themself are always the easiest. It was received with a breath that could only be described as baited. Breaths were held in anticipation and I could only resort to that ever so endearing quality of reposting with a short introduction the piece in question. It's not in question that the post is unquestionable. When you read it again you'll know of which piece I'm talking about. Now, without further delay, I represent to you, and the world at large, what I have reliably been informed is, the most requested post in the whole net. Any net that is made up of posts is bound to be effective. If it hadn't already escaped your unflinching grasp, I am extremely enamoured of the information superhighway. The things one can do with info. I can delay no more. Well, actually I can go on like this interminably. It's a chronic condition that I am afflicted with. My main failing is a failure of fundamental integrity. It has led me to mislead. I've never had a single request for a post to be reposted because I've hardly never ever deposted. I'm usually too busy railing against this thing or that to repost anything. Repost and railing: opposite.
Rugby World Cup 2007
I honestly think this should be reposted again with an introductory apology for (1) taking so long, and (2) for just being absent from Orble for more than a few hours.
This would be the greatest repost ever. I suppose that makes it either a repository or a suppository, which might explain this line:
You could just continually recylce this post until it reaches toothpic proportions, which - contradictory as it may sound - would make the toothpic greater than the original post - not necessarily in size, but certainly in the populariity stakes. Why they call them stakes is beyond me. You'd have to ask a lover of Vampire films, I guess, or someone with a lot of friends whom he stabs in the back to avoid hitting the garlic in the shirt pocket or the crucifix on the chain around the neck. Which begs the question, how do you kill an Italian or Greek cab driver in Australia who happens to be a vampire? Where do you stab him? Could you get close enough, or would you have to throw the stake at him?
Like you,
I don't know how either of us are going to fix this problem.
David ...
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
did I ever tell you about my weird passage?
It's my great inspiration.
Nevermind.
Can't be long till the cup now.
Norm
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
the thing about being afflicted so is that the 'people' do tend to stay away, thankfully.
I'd imagine that the Greek/Italian cabbies are pretty rare these days. But if they are still around, and I severely suspect it, then those that are touched by the vampiric condition would have to stay off the garlic too. And I suspect that is why there are so few of those. In my experience, limited though it be, Greeks tend to barrack for Collingwood and Italians for Carlton. Now there is a government funded inquiry or University thesis worth doing. Of course there are always exceptions.
As to fixing the problem?
I think a net discussion would net a good result.
Talking inteminably about a terminable talking problem.
Norm
You funny man!!!
Cheers
CC
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
sense? to me? means the hole whirled.
In other words, lot's, wife.
Cheers from Norm