Skate Wings 8227

Damsel

You. C'mon sweetie, you can't pull a cop-out fence walk and get away scot free. If no one is right then you're saying both are wrong... and what about me who sided with Nancy... it ain't just the two and you playing god ya know... if no one has to be right then you're saying I'm chopped liver.

Ah, well, you can only have 100% to dole out so according to you there is no partial credit... I guess it appears poor old ferschtunkinah Roberto is royally f***ed... because in your position above what at first blush what you *seem* to be saying is that you're behind Nancy 100%, and you are, but you don't say *how* you're behind Nancy 100%. Obviously by simple logic by not taking any side but at the same time invoking being behind Nancy 100% (not behind poor widdle schtinko Roberto at all) you're saying that you're behind Nancy being 100% *wrong*... discounted, and a liar to boot.

Sorry, no fence walking, not on Usenet. There was obviously a dispute occuring, dispute couldn't be more obvious. When one really hasn't the cojones to take a position it's best to stay mute, ie. butt out. You can't be everybody's friend all the time... that's how you always hurt someone. You seem to want to walk into a room and by the power vested (by WTFGod I haven't a clue) want the disputing parties to instantly become all kissy-face. Life is not so idealistic like that, that's why you fall into so much emotional discord. There's a word for what your being trying to walk the fence... it's what in the end Nero discovered of Brutus... et tu.

M-W

fickále adjective Etymology: Middle English fikel deceitful, inconstant, from Old English ficol deceitful; akin to Old English befician to deceive, and probably to Old English fAh hostile -- more at FOE

synonym see INCONSTANT ---

Actually *I'm* behind Nancy 100%, and there is absolutely no mistaking which way, none whatsoever (just see my previous post). I like that in a person, a lot, that you know fer absolute certain where they stand and and will remain standing where they say for all eternity... it's the only good thing I can say about ferschluganuh Roberto, don't have to agree with him, and mostly I don't, but you always know where he stands, he's a pompous butt and most times hasn't a clue what he's ranting about but he thinks he knows... he ain't fickle. Did I just say that... I must be on drugs.

Sometimes you just gotta agree to disagree... and keep to your own side, but at least it's a side. In reality I actually share better'n five miles of stone wall, I love those ancient walls and walk along them often, occasionally meeting a neighbor doing the same... at very best each emits a low unintelligible grunt, each signifing only on which side each stands. No one ever walks on the wall. Life is good.

MENDING WALL Robert Frost

Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun, And makes gaps even two can pbutt abreast. The work of hunters is another thing: I have come after them and made repair Where they have left not one stone on a stone, But they would have the rabbit out of hiding, To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean, No one has seen them made or heard them made, But at spring mending-time we find them there. I let my neighbor know beyond the hill; And on a day we meet to walk the line And set the wall between us once again. We keep the wall between us as we go. To each the boulders that have fallen to each. And some are loaves and some so nearly balls We have to use a spell to make them balance: 'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!' We wear our fingers rough with handling them. Oh, just another kind of out-door game, One on a side. It comes to little more: There where it is we do not need the wall: He is all pine and I am apple orchard. My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors'. Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder If I could put a notion in his head: 'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it Where there are cows? But here there are no cows. Before I built a wall I'd ask to know What I was walling in or walling out, And to whom I was like to give offence. Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him, But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather He said it for himself. I see him there Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed. He moves in darkness as it seems to me~ Not of woods only and the shade of trees. He will not go behind his father's saying, And he likes having thought of it so well He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."

Sheldon (definitely has em, big'uns... never any guessing)