Tuesday, January 12, 2010
A Great Comment Another Blog
"A lot of time I drive down the expressway kinda fast. It makes it fun, challenging even. I suppose it's illegal. Other times if i take some weed and get kinda high then I'm content to hang in the right lane at about 55-60. I guess that's illegal too. (the drivin' around high part). I enjoy both of these things but neither is legal. Go figure. I'm still glad I'm not like my father-in-law. He seems to follow rules whether it's necessary or not, and he doesn't seem too happy'"
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ComKev, you've stumped the band. Not sure how to comment on that.
As middle-aged person, I find myself following most of the rules, even the unnecessary ones.
Not sure there's a causal relationship, or even a positive correlation, between rule following and happiness, but for myself anyway, would posit that generally following the rules results in greater contentment.
The problem I see in the Rebel Without a Cause (or clue) is that sometimes the little stuff sometimes gets you crucified, and your best efforts get barely a yawn.
I think Henley speaks well to this issue in the following verse from Damn It Rose:
You could've given us the finger
Much more constructively than that/
Now I sit here with the MTV
And your bloated, Burmese cat/
We're being treated to the wisdom
Of some puffed up little fart/
Doing exactly what I used to do -
Pretentions to anarchy and art/
He speaks the language of a warrior
He mounts his misinformed attack/
He wears the clothes of a dissenter
But there's a logo on his back/
And it's a hollow rebellion
As rebellions mostly are/
It's just another raging tempest in a jar.
OK, I got the comments started...
"Not sure how to comment on that" and yet 6 paragraphs and the ubiquitous Eagles lyric and he still confuses me more than the quote! You gotta love the Don.
Hey! I DO love the Don. And the Don loves ME!
It sounds as though the father-in-law will live longer than the weed-smoking, speed demon. I have one other observation...How can someone who enjoys endangering, without remorse, the lives of others be considered a reasonable barometer of whether or not someone, who follows the rules, enjoys their life?
I (mostly) played fair and followed the rules all my life. I can't say it got me anywhere but here and here is far from being content. Still, I think I am too old and set in my ways to be too rebellious now. I might break a hip or something... Just kidding, why...just yesterday I ripped the tag off the mattress and I refused to repeat after the lather and rinse.
Don- as usual great comment. You make a good point with the contentment/rule following observation and are probably right, but an otherwise decent person who has his little ways of 'sticking it to the man' will always warm my heart.
Todd- You're right!
Op- You're too much woman for one man I'm quite sure especially in the brains department, but easy there, you might hurt my wittle bitty feelings with this type of PDA.
Mz- Always the voice of reason. Women like you are why man is more or less civilized.
My Queen!- Dear, I feel your pain, with everything you said. We should shake things up a bit and run away to Mexico for a week or two...
Am not sure I totally agree with that last comment, but I would offer a simple, Спасибо, to the poster.
For those unfamiliar with the cyrillic alphabet, the earlier poster wrote:
"Moya istoriya iz zhizni: my kak-to s mamoj ehali v marshrutke,( mama spec po vsem vidam myasa na glaz opredelyaet chto eto), na ostanovke zalazit podvipyvshij muzhik s kuskom svezhaka v odnorazovom pakete. Edem. Marshrutka rezko tormozit,muzhik po inercii bezhit vpered i paket rvetsya ,ottuda vypadet svezhak ,dal\'she maminy slova- \" Muzhchina,u vas vymya vypalo!\" ya medlenno spolzayu pod siden\'e , passazhiry rzhut, muzhik krasnyj - vybegaet na sleduyuschej ostanovke"
Yeah, I guess that may not have helped much...
Thanks Don- You saved us a LOT of groundwork there bud!
Basically, the Russian commentor is saying....
"A real life story: Once with my mother in a bus (who can discern a cut of meat by the package)a man had a package of cow's udder. When the bus came to a sudden stop the man fell forward and the package broke. My mother said, "Man, you dropped your tits." I slowly crawled under the seat, the passengers laughed, at the next stop I ran off the bus red faced."
Yep! I speak and read VERY LITTLE Russian.
MZ- I fall a little more in love with you every day! Thanks, that was funny.
PS to our comical Russian anonymous poster- спасибо (thank you). It's pronounced spa see bo
Ya'll are crazy man !
To chupacabra...
Thank you, sir. If I cannot be of assistance, from time to time, on an Interweb blog, the 4 years I spent studying Russian, with my father, would have been an absolute waste.
*;)
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