Indulge your wants and desires with decorum in this forum. Otherwise, we would not encourage such robust verbosity. If we limit vices then what if someone's verbal barrage was their own personal vice and here we would allow them to exploit there own vices at the expense of others indulgence.
How refreshilng to see such perspicacious and witty dialogue in such a place. Having traversed these threads, oft times withe trepidation, I find a modicum of hope for humankind here in civilized conversation.
�Many things worth doing in the world had been declared impossible before they were done.� Indeed, dear Healix. Oh, our dearest Healix. How scarcely you grace us more routine forum dwellers with your presence. We do so wish that you would more often visit, alas, I shall be grateful for any small benefaction of your time you are able to afford.
I say, it certainly would be splendid to sleep, perchance to dream even.
Alas, I am afflicted with the terrible condition known as insomnia and thus am unable to make my mind stop thinking for a period long enough to collapse into blissful rest.
I admit only a fool gives advice unsolicited, but my desire to be of aid to you, dear Chaos Creator, overstrips my desire to me known as a man bound by common sense. If I may be so bold as to suggest a solution to the problem afflicting you, known to medical science as "Insomnia," it is this:
Position your self somewhere where you can observe me.
Then, endevour to count the cookies as I eat them.
I garuntee you will be in the Slumbery Kingdom before you know it!
That blue thing running around saying "Cookies are sometimes food" is Praetorian Cookie Monster!
Shoot on sight, please.
Aha! The ages old technique known as hypnosis. An ingenious suggestion, dear Ulli. Of course, if that method fails, there is always the tried and true sleep induction technique that involves the more than moderate consumption of alchohol. It was a method that I myself employed in a period of my life that has long passed.
Laugh as you may, warm milk is highly underated. There are also 'medicinal' herbs which help to relax the mind, they may be in tea or what-have-you.
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Yes Early, warm milk is underrated, but it has never really beguiled me. I much prefer natural herbs to medicinal herbs, as people can sometimes be intemperate in the amounts of medicinal antidotes they take to ward away the ailment of insomnia. I find Chamomile tea quite a paradisiacal solution to any sleeping problems I may occur.
Yes, natural herbs have potential advantages others may not. Why how many things are there that have the power to put people to sleep , cure the common cold, boost the immune system, lose weight,combat depression? The list goes on and on! Herbs. Nature's Cure. Remember. Everything in moderation dear loves.
Alas, Chaos Creator, I am distressed to hear of your condition. If it were within my scope and skills, I would dispel this most grievious affliction from your person so you might enjoy a night of peaceful slumber.
The rosy clouds float overhead,
The sun is going down;
And now the sandman's gentle tread
Comes stealing through the town.
"White sand, white sand," he softly cries,
And as he shakes his hand,
Straightway there lies on babies' eyes
His gift of shining sand.
Blue eyes, gray eyes, black eyes, and brown,
As shuts the rose, they softly close, when he goes through the town.
�Many things worth doing in the world had been declared impossible before they were done.�
There are few things indeed more saddening than to hear of others who are also unable to hear the call of the Sandman, for when the moon rises high overhead and innocent children sleep soundly in their beds, we few afflicted stagger on, driven by the chill emptiness inside us, seeking solace or at least distraction here as an alternative to the endless, fruitless tossing and turning in bed, wondering why although our bodies are exhausted, our minds continue to race about their endless circular track of mortal concerns?
The worst part of it all, truthfully, is that as the hours slip by, we accomplish nothing productive, since we are indeed weary, and when at long last our minds finally catch up to our bodies and we are ready to slip into a fitful slumber, there is but an hour or so left before we need to leave for work.
And thus, we shower and gulp various caffienated beverages in an attempt to restore some life into our worn-out carcasses and, burning reserves that would have best been left untapped for our health, shamble off to another day at work, where we will sit bleary and hollow-eyed, staring at our screens, gulping more and more caffeine just to stay awake, now fighting off what we had so eagerly sought the night before, a blue study in miserable opposites, just waiting for the aches and pains of the day to finally end so that we can get back home and try once more to sleep.
To sleep, perchance to dream...
I shall inform you that, while the hour of socially correct sleep is upon you, there are those of us that do the jobs that others will not. At hours that they would not. And it is during this time that we are most productive.
But, in addition to the dangers of sleep evasion, we, of the night shift, must also contend with the horrors of the day. Not just the sun and all it's dangers, but with misinformed demographic chasers.
Imagine, if you would, you have worked a full days worth of toil, get home and drift to sleep, only to be awakend at 3 am by a Door to Door trinket seller. Or perhaps it is a telemarketer that has awakend you at the horrible hour of 3 am. Even worse is when your employer, the one that you opperate in these odd hours for, make important meeting for 3 am that everyone must attend.
This is what we, of the night shift, must deal with everyday, as we are contacted during our resting periods. Just as 3am for you is absurd, so is our 6 pm. So, as I sympathise with your plight, know that it can, and indeed has, been worse.
Pity that this fine thread has moved down the ladder.
Jolly spot of bad luck, eh wot?!
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Alas, it seems to be less of bad luck than lack of ability to converse in an eloquent manner.
�Many things worth doing in the world had been declared impossible before they were done.� Indeed my dear lass, it has proven to be difficult. I do hope we can revive the spirit of the wonderful eloquent conversations.
I must say, this renews my hope in humankind that we can share thoughts and social graces without
eschewing the beauty of proper grammar. One does not have to abide in a palatial estate to verbalize with eloquence. Any species that is capable of penning "Moby-Dick", embellishing the Sistine Chapel ceiling and sending human beings to our moon should not suffer novels by Judith Krantz, McDonald's toad burgers and movies like Dumb and Dumber. I humbly hope our youth will turn to the rich and expressive classic English language, rather than the lazy and guttural grunts to which they have become accustomed.
�Many things worth doing in the world had been declared impossible before they were done.�
Gentle Healix, it cannot be gainsaid that the better angels of human nature achieve lofty heights in all manner of endeavor, yet as the prophet Jeremiah noted, "The (human) heart is desperately wicked, who can know it?". How else to account for Jeff Daniels providing a moving and erudite performance of passion and eloquence in "Gettysburg," while also in the same year providing the scatalogical depredations in the aforementioned "Dumb and Dumber"?
I should also be remiss if I did not note in passing the musings of one who certainly is the philosophic godfather of this thread, one Lt. Ferguson, who uttered the immortal words, "I assure you, my good man, Nemesis is most definitely 'down with the street.' Word up, my homie, as it were."
Newly inspired, I shall sally forth upon the streets of Paragon to further smite any evildoers that I encounter.
"How do you know you are on the side of good?" a Paragon citizen asked him. "How can we even know what is 'good'?"
"The Most High has spoken, even with His own blood," Melancton replied. "Surely we know."
Oh your word are wise Melancton. So wise I have to ask myself...Have you any Grey Poupon?
Oh my, has the time for luncheon arrived upon us so soon?
I do believe it may have. I suggest the swordfish grilled gently over a well tended mesquite fire by that motley scalawag sweating profusely over the coals. I would be remiss to not make certain all are aware of the impending Talk Like a Pirate Day which shall be upon us the 19th of this month. Eye patches and rum all around I suppose. Next will be Murder Like a Ninja Day perhaps.
I look forward with much glee to the aforementioned festivities. I shall endeavor to conduct myself in the manner befitting the event, transforming myself with wild abandon to the spirit of the events.
�Many things worth doing in the world had been declared impossible before they were done.�
My absence at this point approximately one calendar year prior has disallowed me to know of this Pirate Day. I must participate in these festivities. Allow me now to practice.
"Aaaarghh! Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!"
And I hereby move that we not "restrict" others from their desired vices as we may also wish to partake in our own. Within moderation that is.