KeE wrote:So, you've spoored the origins of spoor. How zen is that?
Only if zen = zijspoor (Dutch for sidetrack) ...
KeE wrote:So, you've spoored the origins of spoor. How zen is that?
E Pericoloso Sporgersi wrote:Irreverent example:
My grandma loved visiting theaters, concert halls, exhibitions and malls with multi-tiered balconies and such, where she could treat the people on the upper levels, viewing the undercast, to a lovely view of her cleavage.
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The girl they cast for the role of French maid, was a very accomplished actress. But for that role, her competence was very much undercast. One can hope this won't throw an overcast on her professional career.
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The Millau overpass presents travellers with an impressive panorama of the Tarn undercast.
Algot Runeman wrote:... while moving an application window around, the window becomes semi-transparent and I can look down through it at the background below. It is sort of like the undercast of computing.
Irreverent example:
When my grandma wanted grandpa to refresh his palladian exploration of her anatomy, she would tickle him and whisper "Now be a paladin, dear, and give me a massageing palpation."
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Palpatine's palladian palavers kept the entire audience somnolent in Coruscant's Palladium.
See the Wookieepedia for Palpatine and Coruscant.
E Pericoloso Sporgersi wrote:Algot Runeman wrote:... while moving an application window around, the window becomes semi-transparent and I can look down through it at the background below. It is sort of like the undercast of computing.
ATI has its Hydravision software to enable its Radeon graphics cards to do just that. I could slide an image over a similar one and immediately see the smallest differences. I called an overlay on the undercast.
Unfortunately it works in Windows XP but not in Windows Vista.
Palladian: adjective:
1.
Pertaining to wisdom, knowledge, or study.
2.
Of or pertaining to the goddess Athena.
3.
Pertaining to, introduced by, or in the architectural style of Andrea Palladio.
Irreverent example:
Is the low traffic lately a symptom of the yearly recurring summer acedia or aestivation? I hope not. I can't give in to it because my grandma's spirit keeps watching me like a hawk.
Though I'm not afraid of my grandma, I do fear Algot might suddenly decide to write a scathing pamphlet if I were to show any sign of summer acedia or even winter hibernation.
Irreverent example:
Some people thought my grandpa was a misogynist. They couldn't have been more wrong. It was just that grandpa kept his philogyny strictly focused on grandma.
Except for his eyes. Grandma sensibly allowed him to look at other women. She reasoned that it increased his appreciation of and his libido for herself, which was in fact was quite true. Moreover she was doubly thrilled when she discovered that she reciprocated these feelings with interest.
Irreverent example:
Very early on in his marriage grandpa reconciled himself with having to tote grandma's travel impedimenta. She always insisted on taking several fur garments along with her, all suspended in a large travelling trunk with lavish room to avoid packing of the fur and crinkling of her other clothes. She called it her mobile portmanteau, completely ignoring the fact that its size was a serious impediment to boarding trains and ships.
Irreverent example:
The rare times my grandma really wished to curse someone, she did it in a highly morganatic style, i.e. in the way she imagined Morgan Le Fay aka Morgana (who also loved furs) would have proceeded.
Whether it was effective or not didn't matter because my grandma, after having spoken the curse or thrown the spell, immediately dismissed the offending wretch from her attention with a morganatic flick of her down-turned left hand.
Irreverent example:
In the pigeon loft of his house, my grandpa used to raise racing pigeons. Young birds that he deemed not to develop the needed stamina, were destined for the casserole. To remove the last hair-like smallest feathers after plucking, he used a kind of fulgurator of his own invention. He also used it to fulgurate obnoxious flying insects.
One wintery day my grandma came home from shopping, entered the kitchen, snuggled up to his back and, with a typically feminine ploy, she slid her cold hands under his shirt to warm them on his bare skin. With the apparatus still in hand, he tried to wriggle around to face her, but she said, "If you touch my fur coat with that thing, I'll fulgurate YOU !"
The modern descendant of grandpa's fulgurator:
Irreverent example:
It was of course the skill of grandma's couturier that allowed none of her fur coats to hide her zaftig figure.
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Lois McMaster Bujold describes one of her characters as zaftig. Who is that?
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Think of Hélène Fourment (she too liked furs) and the other zaftig women Peter Paul Rubens liked to paint.
Algot Runeman wrote:re: LMB's zaftig character. ... Could it be his mother, or maybe the early bodyguard/crewmember whose name I currently cannot remember?
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