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Don't forget that they are GREEEEEEN and pay 2X what stuff is worth at the store so it can be ALL NATURAL and ORGANIC. Dumb overeducated s. LOL
Is that possible? It seems to be an epidemic around the time most people are in their mid 20's. Something I can admit I was guilty of.
I always found that annoying as . Someone graduates, is undergrad or in grad school and suddenly every email/blog is written with a thesaurus.com window obviously open. They're wine experts, animal lovers, and claim to not watch moe than 4 hours of television a week.
Just venting after running into some philosophy snobs at the bar.
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Don't forget that they are GREEEEEEN and pay 2X what stuff is worth at the store so it can be ALL NATURAL and ORGANIC. Dumb overeducated s. LOL
God will smite them soon enough.
This thread reminds me of that scene in GOOD WILL HUNTING
You're not describing over-educated (you can never get enough education), you're describing pretension. Education is fantastic, pretension is ed up.
prime example of said 22 year old know-it-alls.
I know. Over time, it got worse and I got health problems because of it. I was feeling some pain and when I went to the doctor he said I had hypretension.
What a preposterous postulate! Perhaps your incommensurate a en isn't accurately attuned to such Byzantine colloquies.
Man, I think I'm going to skip your bar.
Buyer's remorse, Stand Up Philosopher? Or perhaps instead the narcissism of small differences?
En serio, CharlieMac, console yourself that these were merely philosophers perched on barstools -- the commonest kind, and by no means the most learned. They're courting a comeuppance, lording their puny hoard of lore over the drunk and putatively unlettered. Brave words will in the end meet bloody knuckles.
Act 1. Scene V
[AD]
SCENE V. Another part of the platform.
Enter GHOST and HAMLET
HAMLET
Where wilt thou lead me? speak; I'll go no further.
Ghost
Mark me.
HAMLET
I will.
Ghost
My hour is almost come,
When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames
Must render up myself.
HAMLET
Alas, poor ghost!
Ghost
Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing
To what I shall unfold.
HAMLET
Speak; I am bound to hear.
Ghost
So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.
HAMLET
What?
Ghost
I am thy father's spirit,
Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
And for the day confined to fast in fires,
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part
And each particular hair to stand on end,
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!
If thou didst ever thy dear father love--
HAMLET
O God!
Ghost
Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
HAMLET
Murder!
Ghost
Murder most foul, as in the best it is;
But this most foul, strange and unnatural.
HAMLET
Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift
As meditation or the thoughts of love,
May sweep to my revenge.
Ghost
I find thee apt;
And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,
Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear:
'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,
A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark
Is by a forged process of my death
Rankly abused: but know, thou noble youth,
The serpent that did sting thy father's life
Now wears his crown.
HAMLET
O my prophetic soul! My uncle!
Ghost
Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts,--
O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power
So to seduce!--won to his shameful lust
The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen:
O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!
From me, whose love was of that dignity
That it went hand in hand even with the vow
I made to her in marriage, and to decline
Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor
To those of mine!
But virtue, as it never will be moved,
Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,
So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd,
Will sate itself in a celestial bed,
And prey on garbage.
But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air;
Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard,
My custom always of the afternoon,
Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,
With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial,
And in the porches of my ears did pour
The leperous distilment; whose effect
Holds such an enmity with blood of man
That swift as quicksilver it courses through
The natural gates and alleys of the body,
And with a sudden vigour doth posset
And curd, like eager droppings into milk,
The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine;
And a most instant tetter bark'd about,
Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust,
All my smooth body.
Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand
Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd:
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd,
No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head:
O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!
If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not;
Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
A couch for luxury and damned incest.
But, howsoever thou pursuest this act,
Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
Against thy mother aught: leave her to heaven
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once!
The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,
And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire:
Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remember me.
Exit
HAMLET
O all you host of heaven! O earth! what else?
And shall I couple ? O, fie! Hold, hold, my heart;
And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee!
Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat
In this distracted globe. Remember thee!
Yea, from the table of my memory
I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,
That youth and observation copied there;
And thy commandment all alone shall live
Within the book and volume of my brain,
Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
O most pernicious woman!
O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
My tables,--meet it is I set it down,
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;
At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark:
Writing
So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;
It is 'Adieu, adieu! remember me.'
I have sworn 't.
MARCELLUS HORATIO
[Within] My lord, my lord,--
MARCELLUS
[Within] Lord Hamlet,--
HORATIO
[Within] Heaven secure him!
HAMLET
So be it!
HORATIO
[Within] Hillo, ho, ho, my lord!
HAMLET
Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come.
Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS
MARCELLUS
How is't, my noble lord?
HORATIO
What news, my lord?
HAMLET
O, wonderful!
HORATIO
Good my lord, tell it.
HAMLET
No; you'll reveal it.
HORATIO
Not I, my lord, by heaven.
MARCELLUS
Nor I, my lord.
HAMLET
How say you, then; would heart of man once think it?
But you'll be secret?
HORATIO MARCELLUS
Ay, by heaven, my lord.
HAMLET
There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark
But he's an arrant knave.
HORATIO
There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
To tell us this.
HAMLET
Why, right; you are i' the right;
And so, without more cir stance at all,
I hold it fit that we shake hands and part:
You, as your business and desire shall point you;
For every man has business and desire,
Such as it is; and for mine own poor part,
Look you, I'll go pray.
HORATIO
These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.
HAMLET
I'm sorry they offend you, heartily;
Yes, 'faith heartily.
HORATIO
There's no offence, my lord.
HAMLET
Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio,
And much offence too. Touching this vision here,
It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you:
For your desire to know what is between us,
O'ermaster 't as you may. And now, good friends,
As you are friends, scholars and soldiers,
Give me one poor request.
HORATIO
What is't, my lord? we will.
HAMLET
Never make known what you have seen to-night.
HORATIO MARCELLUS
My lord, we will not.
HAMLET
Nay, but swear't.
HORATIO
In faith,
My lord, not I.
MARCELLUS
Nor I, my lord, in faith.
HAMLET
Upon my sword.
MARCELLUS
We have sworn, my lord, already.
HAMLET
Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.
Ghost
[Beneath] Swear.
HAMLET
Ah, ha, boy! say'st thou so? art thou there,
truepenny?
Come on--you hear this fellow in the cellarage--
Consent to swear.
HORATIO
Propose the oath, my lord.
HAMLET
Never to speak of this that you have seen,
Swear by my sword.
Ghost
[Beneath] Swear.
HAMLET
Hic et ubique? then we'll shift our ground.
Come hither, gentlemen,
And lay your hands again upon my sword:
Never to speak of this that you have heard,
Swear by my sword.
Ghost
[Beneath] Swear.
HAMLET
Well said, old mole! canst work i' the earth so fast?
A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends.
HORATIO
O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
HAMLET
And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. But come;
Here, as before, never, so help you mercy,
How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself,
As I perchance hereafter shall think meet
To put an antic disposition on,
That you, at such times seeing me, never shall,
With arms en ber'd thus, or this headshake,
Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,
As 'Well, well, we know,' or 'We could, an if we would,'
Or 'If we list to speak,' or 'There be, an if they might,'
Or such ambiguous giving out, to note
That you know aught of me: this not to do,
So grace and mercy at your most need help you, Swear.
Ghost
[Beneath] Swear.
HAMLET
Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!
They swear
So, gentlemen,
With all my love I do commend me to you:
And what so poor a man as Hamlet is
May do, to express his love and friending to you,
God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together;
And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
The time is out of joint: O cursed spite,
That ever I was born to set it right!
Nay, come, let's go together.
Exeunt
Manny and Jekka mean well though.
This thread is straight $$$.
I'm guilty of this.
this thread is shallow and pedantic
I knew the clandestino post before I read it.
I hate this thread. I spent the better part of the last week trying to understand why the Detroit News prints words like 'yeah' and 'ok' from its columnists. I want to know why Robin Meade's television show has gone in the tank. I want to know why George W. Bush continues to be an elitist in the cloak of a common man and people respond to Fox News lack of journalistic integrity. I believe I just found my answer.
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So, um, keep complaining or something. Because the newspapers looks like a flying piece of turd. And it's because of market research like this thread (or so).AUBURN HILLS -- It's not a crisis, definitely not. But the Pistons have a touchy issue now, one that won't just go away.
Rip Hamilton returned to the starting lineup Tuesday night and joined Allen Iverson and Rodney Stuckey there. And if Michael Curry was looking for answers to his small-ball lineup conundrum, he didn't find any. The Pistons absolutely blew one, missing their last eight shots and falling to the Charlotte Bobcats, 80-78.
This isn't about one game -- it never is in a long NBA season. But if the Pistons hope to climb back to contender status, Curry has to figure out the right lineup for the right times. He might have delayed a big decision Tuesday night by starting Iverson and Hamilton, but he sure didn't end it.
If this season is still about winning now (and it should be), at some point, through sacrifice and adjustment, the Pistons must show it more. At some point, Hamilton or Iverson will have to come off the bench, and with all due respect to Hamilton, he makes the most sense. Curry likely will have to make the tough call and turn Hamilton into a valuable reserve.
I still think Iverson can make a big impact on this team, so why not see if it can happen by investing totally in it? As I've said before, the Pistons must find out how good they can be by letting Iverson be Iverson.
Alarming loss
Iverson has to shoot better, by the way. He missed the final desperation shot and finished with 13 points in 37 minutes. Hamilton scored 10 in 35 minutes. Both were on the floor at the end and no one made the key shot.
Asked if the loss was alarming, Iverson nodded.
"Understatement -- definitely alarming," he said. "But (the lineup) had nothing to do with us losing the game. The lineup we started is going to play the majority of the game anyway."
The Pistons are 22-14, and while the Bobcats are getting better under Larry Brown, this will fuel the debate that Curry must alter his lineup. Before we get all goofy, let's admit this isn't necessarily a big problem, having so many options.
It's a big adjustment -- for one veteran superstar, one long-time scoring star and one rookie head coach. If the Pistons really are to embrace the blossoming of Stuckey -- they are, and they should -- and they want a shot against the best teams in the East, they can't start Stuckey, Hamilton and Iverson every game in a defense-challenged, small-ball lineup.
Curry bought time by starting all three, along with Rasheed Wallace and Tayshaun Prince, when Hamilton returned Tuesday after missing eight games because of a groin injury. Curry said he'd keep the lineup intact tonight at Indiana. As long as Hamilton and Iverson get their minutes and their shots, this doesn't have to be contentious.
It also doesn't have to be a test of Curry's ability to control his team. Some think he backed down by not making the decision now. I think he avoided any strife before it was necessary. In the next week or so, it might be.
"I think ya'll are focused on (the lineup), and that's natural," Curry said. "I'm focused on all 12 guys. You want your best five on the floor as much as possible."
Struggling
Hamilton left without talking to reporters after the game, and there's no doubt, he's out of sorts. He struggled with the trade of longtime backcourt mate Chauncey Billups. He seems unsure how aggressively to seek his shot when playing alongside a future Hall-of-Famer (Iverson) and the franchise's future face (Stuckey).
Curry will ride whoever's playing best, and there's every chance Hamilton will finish games as often as Iverson. Hamilton has hit many clutch shots over the years.
But here's a sincere piece of advice: Hamilton would earn immeasurable respect by being the one who volunteers to come off the bench. He's the team captain and has led the Pistons in scoring the past six seasons. He wouldn't be happy, which is completely understandable, but even a slight deferring would be a notable gesture.
Besides, wasn't Vinnie Johnson incredibly popular as a sixth man during the Bad Boys days? Doesn't Manu Ginobili perform a similar role for San Antonio? Is it really that big of a deal?
If Hamilton is to be a fixture here -- he did sign a three-year extension -- it would be the perfect way to show he'll do whatever's needed to win. Hamilton can be emotional, but the days of giving in to players have to be over at the Palace.
That goes for Wallace too, who drew another technical and fouled out. The Pistons are still finding their way with a new coach and a new point guard. But this is something Joe Dumars will have to monitor, and if more moves need to be made, he'll make them.
It's not a crisis yet. Someone has to stand up, or sit down, before it becomes one.
"somebody made me feel stupid in real life... I better vent on a message board so other people who feel stupid can sympathize with me and we can make fun of educated people"
I would just do my Rocky impersonation from Rocky I, piss them off, then right hook there asses.
You should be glad that they even took notice of you, but it is clear that you aren't worthy of their wisdom.
Has nothing to do with being well-educated.
It's like peewee's lovechild to me about living in San Antonio and feeling like he belongs in New York because "there are intellectual circles there you just can't find here."
ing bags.
Then, at the next available opportunity, finding someone else you can make fun of for being stupid.
I understand what OP is getting at but there seems to be a misunderstanding here of education vs. intellect vs. verbal expression vs. bloviation.
Well I hear the strippers and s are much more intelligent there!
Maybe if the overly-educated people got bloviated more, they would loosen up a little. Then nobody would feel dumb any more!I understand what OP is getting at but there seems to be a misunderstanding here of education vs. intellect vs. verbal expression vs. bloviation.
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