[i][b]a shorter more convenient form of the word: Totally. This word is most commonly used by teenage girls.
The most obvious advantage of using this word is the time saved. Data collected at a prestigious university found that every syllable spoken takes approximately 0.14 seconds.
The same prestigious university also found that the average valley girl says the word totally around 190 times a day.
If you do the math, the average time saved by using the word totes as opposed to totally would save 26.6 seconds a day! Over the course of a year that adds up to 2.7 hours!!
Girl #1: I totes want to go to the shoe store because i totes need to purchase new heels.
Girl #2: Totes! I totes need a new pair too so i’ll totes go with you.
Girl #3: Oh em gee! You guys saved 0.7 seconds by saying totes instead of totally!![/b][/i]
I say I say I say and I give you the Killarney strawberry tree that grows edible fruit - also indigenous to Greece. Jem have ya been keepin this one a secret from us now all dis time??
Honestly,I have NO idea what I did incorrectly,regarding the item of techware that is [supposedly] the best on the planet.
It has ‘retina’…whatever that means,plus Siri,plus a 2tb hdd,plus 16gb rom,plus [it says] a quad-core A10 fusion-powered chipset…which apparently is jolly good…but,I unpacked it,read the instructions diligently,charged it for several hours,pressed the Start button…and it had an epileptic seizure,threw it’s toys out of the pram,told me to sod off…and point-blank refused to start. Wotdafu…er…I mean,so,how does one handle that? Ok-that’s ZACKLY what I did. It’s in the Apple shop,being peeled to the core [geddit?]and reset for use…and if they can’t,I’ll have a new one.
Cor blimey,guvnor…this ol’ Toshiba what I’m usin’ atm [another abbreviation for you to criticise,gumbo-have fun,old bean] is seven years old,slow,several drivers are out of date [thus I can’t see the youtube videos when on a forum]…but it just keeps reliably chugging along. Anyway-I don’t care,as I’ve been deeply engaged in teaching basic astro-physics to a local junior school,by invitation…and it somehow has become a mixed physics-and-harmonica-playing class:-D:-D
I have NO idea how that happened. We were looking at the ‘Three Kings’ [Alnitak,Alnilam and Mintaka,just in case anyone is unaware] and I was explaining that two of them are ‘supergiants’ plus what ‘asterism’ means…and somehow,the class became a “Lets learn stars AND harmonica” class…and I’m having LOADS of fun.
Plus,several of the nippers are REALLY pissing off their parents with off-key renditions of various simple blues tunes…yeah - fun is where you find it,so start looking.
Seek and ye shall find…
Oh…just in case anyone actually gives a hoot;
the ‘Three Kings’ are the very bright,visible stars that make up the ‘belt’ in the constellation of Orion. Sorry…I’ll now sidle off,pretending I’m not embarrassed…
I knew where the three kings were, do I get a badge?
Music and stars, what more could the kids want, best of luck with that project Pug.
You were a bit unlucky with the laptop, sorry I can’t advise you as I know nothing about them meself, me son does all the fixing for me, come to think of it he’s thinking of going to Italy to live with his wife and son, good luck to him, I’ll miss them badly but that’s life.
Re. the Killarney Tree.
Would I ever try to hide anything from you lot, why you know me inside out.
To be honest Gummy I’ve never heard tell of the Killarney tree, not that it’s not there but when I’m in Killarney I’ve got more important things to be doing than looking for strawberries. it’s all Greek to me.
I always thought the Totes were for backing horses.
Anyway what’s wrong with the kids saying totally, what about all the stupid things we used to say like Groovy, swell, hip, cool, cosmic, and that other one that had a few syllables dropped, Fabulous, that became Fab as in the Fab Four. Besides what you save on the syllables you lose on posting bullshit like I’m doing now.
I had a very strange dream last night, woke up and typed it out so I wouldn’t forget it, now I forgot what title I put it under but I’ll find it and post it to see what you lot think, very weird indeed, and all in HD.
Spitty’s OK, he used to take breaks before to charge himself up and it’s been a while since he last had one. he’s like one of them new fangled electric cars, he goes to the local garage, sits down on the forecourt with a packed lunch and plugs himself in for the duration, mark my words, he’ll be the brightest spark in the fire when he returns.
I believe they made a film about Fr.O’ Flaherty Fruity, Peckery Greg played the part.
Well if those four nice Liverpool lads can have their Strawberry Fields Forever, why not the Kerry lads have their Strawberry Trees Forever, don’t know about the Tangerine Trees either, but many’s the morning I woke up in Killarney with Marmalade eyes, usually after sampling old man Casey’s new batch of poteen, who needs LSD when you can have good first class poteen, and any left over in the bottle you can use to take paint off doors or sterilise your drains, kills 100% of all known germs, that’s how some of these Kerry mountain dwellers live to be way into their 100’s.
I have just been introduced to the “Peaky Blinders” and enthralled with it at present on series 3 ep 1 as we say in the trade - birmingham in the 1920 - fashions were great and the women horny!!
and one of our top actors Sam Neil playing the evil irish superintendant!
About good luck.
The wife’s eldest sister Maisie was always lucky, some people are like that for some reason known only to a superior being, same as some folks are unlucky too I suppose.
She used to win the raffle in the local nearly every week much to the annoyance of all the other ticket holders and the cries of “FixI fix!, it’s all a fix!” echoed around the lounge from the disgruntled locals. She was eventually barred from buying any tickets, no kidding, but got around that by getting me to get them for her, but that had to stop because when I started winning on her tickets suspicion grew and eventually she packed it in and started buying lottery tickets instead.
Maisie won an awful lot of money on the lottery a few years ago. She tried a mediterranean cruise with two of her daughters soon afterwards but hated it and swore she’d never go again, I think you have to be a cruise person to enjoy all that port hopping stuff. fair play to her she had asked Phyllis and me to go with her but we’re not cruisy types at all. “I say darling, shall we dine at the Captain’s table this evening?” “Bugger off Jem and eat your coddle”
I hasten to add that I have enough brass to get by without worrying about money, but by no means am I wealthy, still I’ve always been fairly lucky, my good luck far outweighs my bad luck, and most important of all, I was lucky in louvre.
I just smiled and winked at Phyllis as I typed that last bit, hows that for mushy lads, as Jack Nicholson said once "I’m feeling very romantic tonight so let out your grannies, wait’ll they get a load of me”
sometimes ya just can’t win - even you pugsy - a few years back I purchased to brand spankin new laptop - identical in every way - one for the missus and one for me - got them home and booted them up. the first one failed and jammed [this is proper technical parlee] this was the one the missus wanted first but then she changed her mind - “you can have that one she said - I’ll have the other” - yes you guessed it the other was perfect. took the dud one back tot the shop and some young twot proceeded to tamper with it and reckons he can fix it - to cut a long story short the manager appeared from the back store and asked him what he was about - upon his explanation the manage simple said " did feck about all day doin that - go and get another brand new one from the store for the customer - problem solved.
the gizzmo to this story pugsy is several fold:
it can happen to anyone - net savvy or not and to a brand new product all the way from the dusty workshops of china who may have got it wrong?
there hope that makes you feel slightly taller again?
I think my good luck/fate/destiny in life far outweighs my bad luck.
If my Mum had never left Oz, she wouldn’t have met my Dad, and I would never have existed so you wouldn’t be seeing this drivel I’m typing now.
If a careers adviser at the local education office in Doncaster hadn’t told me to apply for college, I might have gone down the mines instead of getting a job that lasted forty three years, and an adequate pension beyond.
I learned a long time ago it was pointless me buying raffle and lottery tickets. I just don’t win anything worthwhile.
I fell out of a tree when I was seven and broke my arm, not my neck.
I’ve survived being hit by cars as pedestrian, cyclist, and motorcyclist, suffering nothing worse than sore knees.
I’ve escaped from a burning building, and survived no end of redundancy scares.
Severe heart failure was missed the first time round, but caught by accident a year later. I now have a 30 grand pacemaker in my chest, and a severely changed lifestyle, but I’m still ticking.
The most important piece of good fortune in my humbled o’pinion though is where lurve is concerned. It far outweighs any other piece of luck, both good or bad.
I thank the Goddess of the White, or whoever it is that runs the puniverse for that, and forgive everything else bad that has ever happened to me.
Nice one Fruity, I see your a man after me own heart where the good woman is concerned, we always joke about wives and slag them off a bit but when it comes down to brass tacks we adore them and we’d be lost without their guidance, well I know I definitely would.
We all need some luck in our lives, so many things can go wrong in the minefield we call life. Here’s wishing yis all more luck.
Yes I remember me mother spitting on a hankie and wiping the bramble scratches on me face after collecting blackberries Sweetie, then if you were going back out she’d call you “look at the state of your hair, come’er and I’ll fix ya” She’d dip her hands under the tap and then into your hair before she combed it, ‘council hair oil’ she called the water.
I’m sitting out in the garden cabin typing this, the sun is out but it’s still a bit nippy, lovely and warm in this cabin as it heats up quickly like a glasshouse.
The missus is inside with three of her sisters, most of her family live near by so they are in and out a lot, a coffee morning she calls it, coffee me arse, it looks more like red coffee in classes to me, bunch of wino’s in there, I’ll leave them to natter away, of course women don’t drink only men do that, thinking of which it’s time for a lunchtime pint and a few hands of dominoes, ain’t retirement great.
