When those Chicken Soup for the Soul books came out I was under the impression that they were cookery books. I had never been aware of any link between the consumption of chicken soup and being ill. When I understood that the books were self-help guides I deduced that the chickensoup-illness link must be a common association. They should have called it Radiotherapy for the Soul.
For you, what idioms/metaphors have put the cart of image before the horse of reality?
― Sam (chirombo), Monday, 17 November 2003 12:18 (twenty-one years ago)
― Sam (chirombo), Monday, 17 November 2003 12:19 (twenty-one years ago)
― mark s (mark s), Monday, 17 November 2003 12:21 (twenty-one years ago)
― N. (nickdastoor), Monday, 17 November 2003 12:21 (twenty-one years ago)
― Sam (chirombo), Monday, 17 November 2003 12:24 (twenty-one years ago)
― Dancing Queen, Monday, 17 November 2003 12:28 (twenty-one years ago)
― Pinkpanther (Pinkpanther), Monday, 17 November 2003 12:32 (twenty-one years ago)
― Citizen Kate (kate), Monday, 17 November 2003 12:33 (twenty-one years ago)
I don't know what to say. I once saw a machine for plucking dead chickens. Is it anything like that?
― Sam (chirombo), Monday, 17 November 2003 12:33 (twenty-one years ago)
Not a metaphor, but "smooth as a baby's behind". Ewww! How the hell would I know, you pervert! People these days!
― Dancing Queen, Monday, 17 November 2003 12:38 (twenty-one years ago)
― Citizen Kate (kate), Monday, 17 November 2003 12:38 (twenty-one years ago)
― Dancing Queen, Monday, 17 November 2003 12:39 (twenty-one years ago)
― Sam (chirombo), Monday, 17 November 2003 12:41 (twenty-one years ago)
― the evil docter claw, Monday, 17 November 2003 12:42 (twenty-one years ago)
― Sam (chirombo), Monday, 17 November 2003 12:45 (twenty-one years ago)
― Momus (Momus), Monday, 17 November 2003 12:47 (twenty-one years ago)
― N. (nickdastoor), Monday, 17 November 2003 12:48 (twenty-one years ago)
(ok that doesn't work)
(xpost what?)
― Sam (chirombo), Monday, 17 November 2003 12:50 (twenty-one years ago)
― Sam (chirombo), Monday, 17 November 2003 12:51 (twenty-one years ago)
― Dancing Queen, Monday, 17 November 2003 12:55 (twenty-one years ago)
― Dancing Queen, Monday, 17 November 2003 12:57 (twenty-one years ago)
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― the evil docter claw, Monday, 17 November 2003 12:59 (twenty-one years ago)
― mark s (mark s), Monday, 17 November 2003 13:00 (twenty-one years ago)
― Momus (Momus), Monday, 17 November 2003 13:12 (twenty-one years ago)
― RJG (RJG), Monday, 17 November 2003 13:20 (twenty-one years ago)
― Dancing Queen, Monday, 17 November 2003 13:21 (twenty-one years ago)
― NA (Nick A.), Monday, 17 November 2003 13:23 (twenty-one years ago)
― N. (nickdastoor), Monday, 17 November 2003 13:25 (twenty-one years ago)
― Momus (Momus), Monday, 17 November 2003 13:38 (twenty-one years ago)
― N. (nickdastoor), Monday, 17 November 2003 13:42 (twenty-one years ago)
Okay, besides being one of the longest and most cumbersome refrains or song titles in the history of pop-music, Meatloaf and his shadowy cabal of ghost-writers have gotten this classic of late-80s consumer warnings totally BACKWARDS in order to prove some point or other about obsessive nostalgic behavior. The actual warning is "Objects in the rear-view mirror may be CLOSER THAN THEY APPEAR", a condition which is the natural consequence of the wide-angle fisheye optics that rearview mirrors were fitted with in those days, in an attempt to make more of the road visible. So if you take the fact that other cars are closer than one thinks, and add it to our driving public's newly seized notion that objects in the rear-view mirror are actually FARTHER AWAY than one thinks, you've got a recipe for some major collisions. Thanks, Meatloaf.
― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Monday, 17 November 2003 13:42 (twenty-one years ago)
― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Monday, 17 November 2003 13:44 (twenty-one years ago)
― Citizen Kate (kate), Monday, 17 November 2003 13:46 (twenty-one years ago)
― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Monday, 17 November 2003 21:14 (twenty-one years ago)
― oops (Oops), Monday, 17 November 2003 21:20 (twenty-one years ago)
"Pure as driven snow." So you're telling me in less than two minutes I will be dirty and quite possibly be walked on or thrown around? FUCK YOU!!!!
― Dancing Queen, Monday, 17 November 2003 23:54 (twenty-one years ago)
― Dancing Queen, Tuesday, 18 November 2003 00:02 (twenty-one years ago)
― Dancing Queen, Tuesday, 18 November 2003 00:32 (twenty-one years ago)
― JaXoN (JasonD), Tuesday, 18 November 2003 01:17 (twenty-one years ago)
― Dancing Queen, Tuesday, 18 November 2003 02:59 (twenty-one years ago)
― mouse, Tuesday, 18 November 2003 03:31 (twenty-one years ago)
― mouse, Tuesday, 18 November 2003 03:32 (twenty-one years ago)
― Dancing Queen, Tuesday, 18 November 2003 03:37 (twenty-one years ago)
― Casuistry (Chris P), Tuesday, 18 November 2003 04:13 (twenty-one years ago)
― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Tuesday, 18 November 2003 13:22 (twenty-one years ago)
― Citizen Kate (kate), Tuesday, 18 November 2003 13:28 (twenty-one years ago)
― Pete (Pete), Tuesday, 18 November 2003 13:31 (twenty-one years ago)
― NA (Nick A.), Tuesday, 18 November 2003 15:24 (twenty-one years ago)