The Banter Thread / Banter Topic / Sean Bean

[Alastair]

In the last week I've had occcasion to post 2 items late in the afternoon first class hoping they'll get there next day (at least 100 miles away), both did, no problems.

I'm not one to sing the praises of Royal Mail but it seems to be working in that respect at least (in my area anyway).

[Red Hogg]

Well I had something that HAD to get there by today at the latest and I posted it 1st class recorded on Wednesday. I'll check later to see if it got there but it hadn't yesterday.

Conversely every thing I get sent by Amazon or ShopTo arrives next day without fail. It must just be very important urgent documents that take >24hrs to get to their destinations whereas games and books arrive with utmost promptness.

[112]

I ordered somat from Japan and the dude sent it out on Saturday via EMS, and it arrived in my lap on Monday morning! Go figure............. ^_^

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[fuse]

edit: nothing to see, move along...

[kernow]

men have emotions?

[Baseley09]

apparently

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uXshpwRaLwI

[Kongster]

It's manly not to show your emotions, innit? LOL

[DeathAdder]

I have trouble maintaining eye contact with the best of people though, I never understood those ultra-confident types who just manage to stare through you and make you uncomfortable.

I always look at the person I'm listening to - not because I'm ultra-confident but because I used to assume it was rude not to and now it has become habit.

[112]

I think if i tried your triangle tactic, i would be too busy trying to remember what to do that i would not be listening to what the person i was speaking was saying to me.

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[kernow]

hhehe

[PeteJ]

Go to google.com and do a seach for 'find chuck norris', clicking on I'm Feeling Lucky.

Yup, its old, but it still made me chuckle.

[PeteJ]

Also likely to be older than time itself but I still found it funny.

THE COLLEGE THEME PAPER: HE VS. SHE

Remember the book "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus"? Well, here's
a prime example offered by an English professor at an American University.

"Today we will experiment with a new form of composition called the tandem
story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person
sitting to his or her immediate right. One of you will then write the
first paragraph of a short story. The partner will read the first
paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story. The first person
will then add a third paragraph, and so on back and forth.

Remember to reread what has been written each time in order to keep the
story coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking and anything you wish
to say must be written on the paper. The story is over when both agree a
conclusion has been reached."

The following was actually turned in by two of my English students:
Rebecca -last name deleted, and Gary - last name deleted.

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STORY:

(first paragraph by Rebecca)

At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The
camomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now
reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he
liked camomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off
Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too
much her asthma started acting up again. So camomile was out of the
question.

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(second paragraph by Gary)

Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now
in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the
neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had
spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he
said into his transgalactic communicator "Polar orbit established. No sign
of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off, a bluish particle
beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo
bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and
across the cockpit.

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(Rebecca)

He bumped his head and died almost immediately but not before he felt one
last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever
had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless
hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law
Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper
one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared
out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed
unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to
distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things
around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she
pondered wistfully.

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(Gary)

Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands
of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of
its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the
Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through the congress had left
Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were
determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage
of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying
enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them,
they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile
entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret Mobile
submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the
inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid, Laurie and
85 million other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the
conference table. "We can't allow this! I'm going to veto that treaty!
Let's blow 'em out of the sky!"

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(Rebecca)

This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My
writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.

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(Gary)

Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at
writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh shall I have camomile
tea? Or shall I have some other sort of F***ING TEA??? Oh no, I'm an air
headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels."

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(Rebecca)

*******.

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(Gary)

*****.

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(Rebecca)

Wanker.

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(Gary)

Slut.

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(Rebecca)

Get f****d.

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(Gary)

Eat s**t.

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(Rebecca)

F*** YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!!!

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(Gary)

Go drink some tea - whore.

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(Teacher) A+ - I really liked this one.

[tiz]

I actually laughed out loud to that one....thats a good'un. Has to be written though, may take a while to tell out loud!!

[kernow]

posting drunk rocks, don't feel so good now though

\\o

[Rossco]

Awesome story, I was laughing out loud too!