First...
That was mighty dumb of me to misapply the term ANZAC in the way that I did; my apologies to all. I knew there was another term for the New Zealanders and that it was some sort of critter... I just couldn't convince myself that they would accept the idea of being called emus. I did a complete blank on the much smaller flightless guy... the kiwi. Again, my apologies.
Second...
Paul said...
One assumes that while you were having this 'interesting' conversation with your acqauintances, copious amounts of a substance banned under prohibition were being passed around?
Noooo..... there was nothing more harmful than coke and coffee. They haven't made the "bad-for-you list"... yet. It doesn't always require the consumption of mind-altering beverages to cause one to appear as if he had. All that is necessary is for two or more personalities to begin an open discussion on any subject. By the way, it is not absolutely necessary for the number of personalities to be equal to the number of physical individuals. Many discussions can occur between many personalities... all in my head... I mean, all in one head. (No, they can't! YES, they can! Shut-up! No, you shut-up!)
...anyway, when two or more personalities get together, there is always present an intoxicant more insidious than any liquor. That intoxicant is called "mob-mentality". In the absence of a particular agenda, discussions are free to move in any direction... that is called "the tangent-effect". Just as in a particle accelerator/collider, all it takes is the introduction of one tiny phenomenon to cause "spin-offs". Whether or not these "spin-offs" take on a life of their own depends on many things. One of those is the local environment; the "mob", as it were.
Various personalities within the mob might choose to follow one direction or another. Whether or not the choice is "rational" is purely subjective. The simple fact that there is support for a particular direction gives credence to the chosen direction... it does not need to be "rational"... it only needs to be "popular".
Hmmm... time to cut this tangent on a tangent before it becomes "Lost in Space" and I lose my grounding.
The point is that all it takes is for a bunch of guys (who feel secure in themselves) to feel free to take shots at each other while being perfectly willing to take the hits as they come. The entertainment value is directly proportional to the extent that each member of the mob is willing to be the current target. Of course, the unspoken rule is, don't get in the game unless you are willing to play the game. Under those conditions, conversations can, and usually do, go from anywhere to anywhere. How in the hell did my hijack get hijacked from bathtubs to soccer and football?
Quite often, although stone-cold sober, the conversations sometimes get as goofy as they do when we're at the pub. On the plus-side, as goofy as it might have gotten, we can usually remember the content.
And so... we ended up looking at bathroom plumbing. Yes, toilets were mentioned, but I didn't want to put that into the post because modern toilets do indeed force a particular direction. I wouldn't be surprised to learn that all modern toilets drain with the same spin. A bathtub, however, is different.
WOW! A left-handed cork-screw! Imagine that. Hmmm... wouldn't that leave the cork feeling like it was violated in a really, like, un-natural way? Or maybe it's simply the case that corks can "go-either-way".
jonton said...
What's weird is his beak is always on the right when I start which means he's gotta start going anticlockwise at first impact. Terry (aka DEEP THOUGHT) what does this mean? Are kiwis west-east magnetic? Am I starting at the wrong end of the bird? Should I be in New Zealand and not here in Aussi?
As always, thanks in advance
Confused
Dear Confused...
You say his beak is always to the right when you begin. You then ask if the kiwi is west-east magnetic.
I'm gonna take a stab here and guess that you are facing north when you stand at the toilet.
If this is so, then it is my guess that, when left alone to consider his lot in life, his thoughts always turn homeward. He is looking east toward home. Your poor kiwi is home-sick. If you have any compassion in your heart, you'll send him home. Please be so kind as to wash him properly before putting him in the post.
If you are facing south... well... damned if I know!
DT
(as in the DT's?)
dandrade... you just gotta find a better translator.