DaWarbossMI
Mongoose
Greetings again,
My recent perusal of the latest posts has led me to wax a bit existential. Our debates have become cyclical, rather than pointed. So I suggest that we all take a walk in the woods. Its simpler-er. (This makes for good strategery by the way!)
I went on a walk in the woods. There were two paths in front of me. One looked to be readily traveled. It was worn and open. It looked to be an easy walk on a bright sunny day. I walked upon this path for a while, but found it was filled with very very angry people. These people were shouting. They were pumping their fists into the air with rage. They were pointing fingers at each other.
Along side of the path, there was a clearing. This clearing was filled with comfortable tables (but seemed to smell a bit like musty basement... hmmmm....). Upon each table was a 4 foot x 4 foot piece of wood. Upon this wood were pieces of foam, cut to look as hills. Also on the table were pieces of lichen from the forest floor. Interestingly enough, when placed upon the table, the lichen appeared as trees and shrubs, rather than the diminutive fungus it really is. Scattered all upon the forest floor were what appeared to be little toy dollies with guns. Piles of dice, sporting a multitude of wondrous colors upon each facet, were left unused on the benches near each table...
When I entered this glade, I felt a sense of deep sadness; a sense of longing. These dollies all called to me (after I ate some of the diminutive fungus, of course). One said to me this... "DaWarboss! Please help us, for we are all alone. We were told we weren't pretty enough to be played with. Some of the angry men on the path called us foul names. Why aren't we good enough? We just want to be loved enough so that we can blow the other dollies to little, bitty bits of plastic carnage! Why? When DaWarboss is gonna be our time? WHY?"
I picked up the speaking dolly, and told him it would be alright. He seemed contented by this and let out a sigh. I collected his brethren, tanks and all, and placed them into my pockets. In truth, they weren't the prettiest dollies I'd seen in my other walks in the woods, but it didn't matter to me.
Then, with my dollies in hand (and pocket) I walked back to the path, past all of the screaming, angry men. They did not seem to notice, for they were to busy doing the aforementioned fist-pumping and angry-eyed bellowing to notice my passage. I walked back up the path towards whence I came. After a brief stroll of speaking to the dollies and enjoying the warmth of the sunbeams upon my face, I came once again to the fork in the road.
This time, I went upon the road less traveled. It was, in truth, a harder walk. The path was not as worn, the trees encroaching more with each step. But after a slightly longer labor on this trail, I arrived at another clearing. This clearing was not as wondrous to look upon as the last, but it did still smell slightly reminiscent of musty basements and stale cold pizza. I drank in the smell for a moment and noticed another set of tables. These tables were similarly adorned with foam and lichen bits. These even spotted some small rocks which, upon the tables, appeared as gigantic boulders. I placed the dollies upon the table. They immediately set about making fortifications and definsible positions and pizza and beer!
I waited a while in the company of my dollies and soon a group of not-so-angry men entered the glade as well. Each of them had some dollies matching the quality of mine. These men placed their dollies upon tables too, and thier dollies set about making fortifications and definsible positions and tea and biccies (these dollies were British, but welcomed just the same)!
I was approached by one of the men, and he asked if he could place his dollies upon me table. I readily consented. His dollies immediately set about making fortifications and definsible positions and giving my dollies the finger while jeering with thick accents (these dollies were from New York City, but welcomed just the same)!
The man across the table from me said "these aren't the prettiest dollies in the world, but they seem to enjoy doing their jobs". To this I replied "'tis true. They may not be as pretty as other dollies out there, but we shall make them our own and play with them and laugh, for this is just a game".
Jay :wink:
My recent perusal of the latest posts has led me to wax a bit existential. Our debates have become cyclical, rather than pointed. So I suggest that we all take a walk in the woods. Its simpler-er. (This makes for good strategery by the way!)
I went on a walk in the woods. There were two paths in front of me. One looked to be readily traveled. It was worn and open. It looked to be an easy walk on a bright sunny day. I walked upon this path for a while, but found it was filled with very very angry people. These people were shouting. They were pumping their fists into the air with rage. They were pointing fingers at each other.
Along side of the path, there was a clearing. This clearing was filled with comfortable tables (but seemed to smell a bit like musty basement... hmmmm....). Upon each table was a 4 foot x 4 foot piece of wood. Upon this wood were pieces of foam, cut to look as hills. Also on the table were pieces of lichen from the forest floor. Interestingly enough, when placed upon the table, the lichen appeared as trees and shrubs, rather than the diminutive fungus it really is. Scattered all upon the forest floor were what appeared to be little toy dollies with guns. Piles of dice, sporting a multitude of wondrous colors upon each facet, were left unused on the benches near each table...
When I entered this glade, I felt a sense of deep sadness; a sense of longing. These dollies all called to me (after I ate some of the diminutive fungus, of course). One said to me this... "DaWarboss! Please help us, for we are all alone. We were told we weren't pretty enough to be played with. Some of the angry men on the path called us foul names. Why aren't we good enough? We just want to be loved enough so that we can blow the other dollies to little, bitty bits of plastic carnage! Why? When DaWarboss is gonna be our time? WHY?"
I picked up the speaking dolly, and told him it would be alright. He seemed contented by this and let out a sigh. I collected his brethren, tanks and all, and placed them into my pockets. In truth, they weren't the prettiest dollies I'd seen in my other walks in the woods, but it didn't matter to me.
Then, with my dollies in hand (and pocket) I walked back to the path, past all of the screaming, angry men. They did not seem to notice, for they were to busy doing the aforementioned fist-pumping and angry-eyed bellowing to notice my passage. I walked back up the path towards whence I came. After a brief stroll of speaking to the dollies and enjoying the warmth of the sunbeams upon my face, I came once again to the fork in the road.
This time, I went upon the road less traveled. It was, in truth, a harder walk. The path was not as worn, the trees encroaching more with each step. But after a slightly longer labor on this trail, I arrived at another clearing. This clearing was not as wondrous to look upon as the last, but it did still smell slightly reminiscent of musty basements and stale cold pizza. I drank in the smell for a moment and noticed another set of tables. These tables were similarly adorned with foam and lichen bits. These even spotted some small rocks which, upon the tables, appeared as gigantic boulders. I placed the dollies upon the table. They immediately set about making fortifications and definsible positions and pizza and beer!
I waited a while in the company of my dollies and soon a group of not-so-angry men entered the glade as well. Each of them had some dollies matching the quality of mine. These men placed their dollies upon tables too, and thier dollies set about making fortifications and definsible positions and tea and biccies (these dollies were British, but welcomed just the same)!
I was approached by one of the men, and he asked if he could place his dollies upon me table. I readily consented. His dollies immediately set about making fortifications and definsible positions and giving my dollies the finger while jeering with thick accents (these dollies were from New York City, but welcomed just the same)!
The man across the table from me said "these aren't the prettiest dollies in the world, but they seem to enjoy doing their jobs". To this I replied "'tis true. They may not be as pretty as other dollies out there, but we shall make them our own and play with them and laugh, for this is just a game".
Jay :wink:
thats what i was told many years ago when i worked in engineering, i went on to change and improve many things.
