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Post by Doghouse6 on Apr 20, 2017 17:03:24 GMT
Well, as a packrat who resists disposing of anything with the slightest conceivable use left in it, as well as someone with the tendency to anthropomorphize (I apologize to furniture I bump into), it appealed to me, stretch or no. Oh, Good Lord, Doghouse, for some reason this post makes me think of you as Jimmy Stewart in Harvey, (may help that I recently watched it again), wandering around and apologizing, quite nicely, to the furniture. (I can just imagine Jimmy doing it, too: "Well..well, well...I just..I'm just trying to say sorry! Hope I haven't hurt your surface, Mr. Table.") Actually, though, I tend to do the same thing. We re-watched it just a few weeks ago here in our house, too. And I must say, I can't complain about the comparison. There's much to admire in Elwood P. Dowd: he's a truly happy and satisfied man and, as he tells Dr. Chumley, "I always have a wonderful time wherever I am, whomever I'm with." And while it bears more than a mere suggestion of defensive psychological retreat, the philosophy he articulates is awfully attractive: "Years ago my mother used to say to me, she'd say, 'In this world, Elwood, you must be oh so smart, or oh so pleasant.' Well, for years, I was smart. I recommend pleasant."
Still, as pleasant as I may be to the furniture, I have to admit that what I often say to things like remote controls and PCs is unprintable.
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