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aligreto

Quote from: Sergeant Rock on October 18, 2016, 12:41:38 PM
An old, battered Nikon...yeah, that avatar suites you  :D ;)

Sarge

That is probably exactly how he feels after his sparring session  :laugh:

NikF

Quote from: Sergeant Rock on October 18, 2016, 12:41:38 PM
An old, battered Nikon...yeah, that avatar suites you  :D ;)

Sarge

Quote from: aligreto on October 18, 2016, 12:43:14 PM
That is probably exactly how he feels after his sparring session  :laugh:

Thanks guys, just what I need - another beating  :laugh:
"You overestimate my power of attraction," he told her. "No, I don't," she replied sharply, "and neither do you".

aligreto

Quote from: NikF on October 18, 2016, 12:59:02 PM
Thanks guys, just what I need - another beating  :laugh:

Always here to help  ;)

Mirror Image

My avatar needs no introduction. 8)

aligreto


Jaakko Keskinen

My current avatar is The Great King of Evil, Ganondorf, from The Legend of Zelda video game series. One of the coolest video game characters I know.
"Javert, though frightful, had nothing ignoble about him. Probity, sincerity, candor, conviction, the sense of duty, are things which may become hideous when wrongly directed; but which, even when hideous, remain grand."

- Victor Hugo

Ken B

My current avatar is Claude Ryan. He was a Canadian politician known for his good grace, his honesty, and his tendency to dwell on issues and details. It was these qualities, rather than facile good looks, that made him Canada's longest serving prime minister -- proving to the world how much better we are than Americans, who can only retread the family of slick former leaders.

Mirror Image

Quote from: Ken B on October 28, 2016, 06:35:37 PMproving to the world how much better we are than Americans, who can only retread the family of slick former leaders.

Said a guy sitting comfortably in his house in the United States. ::)

Ken B

Quote from: Mirror Image on October 28, 2016, 06:48:19 PM
Said a guy sitting comfortably in his house in the United States. ::)
John, you need to improve your sarcasm detector. Ryan was all I said but never was elected PM, nor even a provincial premier. He's everything Canadians pretend they want while they vote for blowhards or the panderers. And our current PM is the vapid pretty boy son of our most famous prime minister of the past 50 years. I am remarking sarcastically on the smug reaction of Canadians to the US election.

Your clown show is worse than ours, but not enough worse we should be smug about it.

Mirror Image

Quote from: Ken B on October 29, 2016, 05:54:14 AM
John, you need to improve your sarcasm detector. Ryan was all I said but never was elected PM, nor even a provincial premier. He's everything Canadians pretend they want while they vote for blowhards or the panderers. And our current PM is the vapid pretty boy son of our most famous prime minister of the past 50 years. I am remarking sarcastically on the smug reaction of Canadians to the US election.

Your clown show is worse than ours, but not enough worse we should be smug about it.

Considering I know next to nothing about your country of birth other than I know a few good people from there, please excuse me for not realizing you're joking around.

Ken B

Quote from: Mirror Image on October 29, 2016, 06:17:14 AM
Considering I know next to nothing about your country of birth other than I know a few good people from there, please excuse me for not realizing you're joking around.

Oh John, Canadians never forgive Americans for not knowing much about us. Griping about it is actually our official sport. Would you spoil all our fun? I know lots of Canadians who think Americans vote for the president directly or all own guns who complain about Americans with misconceptions about us!

Mirror Image

Quote from: Ken B on October 29, 2016, 06:38:43 AM
Oh John, Canadians never forgive Americans for not knowing much about us. Griping about it is actually our official sport. Would you spoil all our fun? I know lots of Canadians who think Americans vote for the president directly or all own guns who complain about Americans with misconceptions about us!

:D I'll just let you guys continue to gripe then. I actually probably know more about Canada than I let on about. ;)

Ten thumbs

What I consider the definitive portrait of Berthe Morisot, by her sister Edma.
A day may be a destiny; for life
Lives in but little—but that little teems
With some one chance, the balance of all time:
A look—a word—and we are wholly changed.

ComposerOfAvantGarde

Quote from: Thatfabulousalien on November 12, 2016, 05:27:54 PM
My avatar is still damn determined to conduct that orchestra  :D
Any success?

I know only 1 joke, and it is a joke which can make many people groan because of its punchline, but it is about a conductor. There are probably better versions of the joke around as well...........actually you'd probably not want to hear it

Ken B

Quote from: jessop on November 12, 2016, 05:48:02 PM
Any success?

I know only 1 joke, and it is a joke which can make many people groan because of its punchline, but it is about a conductor. There are probably better versions of the joke around as well...........actually you'd probably not want to hear it
We'd get a charge out of it.  ;)

ComposerOfAvantGarde

Ken B already ruined the joke by being a smart arse but here we go :D (i took it from elsewhere on the internet because others are much better at telling jokes than I am)








The world's best and most famous conductor made a small mistake while conducting the New York Symphony Orchestra. The audience didn't notice, the orchestra didn't notice either, but he knew he'd made the mistake and decided that he should retire. Once the performance had finished, he turned and faced the audience and said "Ladies and Gentleman, this is my last performance as a world class conductor. I'm now announcing my retirement."
After a few minutes silence from the shocked audience, and orchestra too, he was greeted with boos and hisses. He walked from the stage, only to be met by his manager, standing in between two gorilla-sized bodyguards. "Oh no you don't", his manager said, "you're not retiring."
Forced backed to work by his manager, he endured week after week of conducting he no longer wanted to do. While lying in bed one night with his wife of many years, he turned to her and said "Dear, would you be able to get me a small hand-gun?" "Yes dear", she said, and he rolled over and went to sleep.
Sure enough, at his next performance, the conductor began with the small hand-gun concealed in the his jacket. Once the concert had finished, he turned to the audience and said "I'm announcing my retirement for the second time. This is my last performance."
The tuba player from the orchestra stood up and shouted "You can't be serious!", and the conductor whipped out his hand-gun and shot the tuba player dead. It wasn't long before the police arrived and the conductor was taken away.
Days later, the conductor was taken to court. "How do you plead to the charge of first-degree murder?", the judge inquired. "Guilty, your honour", the conductor replied. "Do you realise that the sentence for first degree murder in this state is death by electrocution?", the judge added. The conductor thought for a moment, but came to the conclusion that death would surely be better than continuing on like he was. "Yes, your honour", the conductor said.
While being strapped into the electric chair, one of the guards came to the conductor and said "You may have one last request before we terminate your life. What would you like?" After pondering for a few seconds,the conductor replied "A silver platter with a dozen bananas." His request was granted, and the conductor scoffed the bananas. The room was emptied, and the switch was flicked. The conductor's hair stood on end, but he survived! As one guard was about to the flick the switch again, he was stopped. "He survived the chair and the law says we have to let him go."
The conductor left the building, only to be greeted by his manager and the two gorilla-sized bodyguards. "Back to work", his manager said. More weeks of forced conducting went by. Lying in bed again one night with wife, he asked "Dear, could you get me a grenade?" "Yes dear", she replied.
At his next performance, the conductor waited until the end of the concert, the grenade tucked neatly in his undies. "For the third time, I'm announcing my retirement!", he yelled. The conductor took out the grenade, pulled the pin,and threw it into the audience.The grenade exploded, killing 23 members of the crowd.The police arrived, and he was taken away again.
"You again?",the judge asked,"I thought I'd sentenced you to death not long ago?" The conductor shrugged. "Ok,how do you plead to 23 counts of first degree murder?", the judge said. "Guilty to all counts", the conductor replied.
While the settings were changed to triple the voltage of the current going to the chair, the conductor was granted another last request. "A silver platter with 2 dozen bananas" was his answer. He scoffed the bananas the room was evacuated and the switch was flicked. It appeared that they'd manage to kill him this time,but their fears were realized when the conductor regained consciousness as they were about to remove his body. His manager and the two gorilla-sized bodyguards were waiting for him and he left the building. "Back to work."
The weeks dragged on, and the conductor had all that he could take.
"Dear, could you get me a missile launcher?", he asked his wife as they lay in bed. "Yes dear", she replied.
It was all too much for the conductor, and he didn't even wait for the concert to start. "Damn you all!" he screamed, and launched a missile into the New York Symphony Orchestra, killing all 190 odd band members.The army was called in this time, and he was dragged away.
"Jesus Christ, you again!?! You're supposed to be DEAD!", the judge roared.
The conductor just shrugged.
"May I ask how you plead for 190 counts of first degree murder?" "Guilty as sin!", the conductor screamed, "the ****** deserved it!" The conductor was hauled away.
A public announcement was issued to all local residents warning that there would be a short cut in the power. Meanwhile, the cities' electrical engineers were busy re-routing all the electricity they could into the electric chair. Once again, the conductor was granted a last request.
"Three dozen bananas on a silver platter", he said.
He scoffed the bananas, the building was completely vacated, and the electric chair was activated by remote control, some 2 kilometers away.
The building exploded, reducing it to rubble. They fished through the ruins to find the conductor's ruined body.
His funeral was held some days later and as the casket was being lowered into the grave there was a knock on the coffin lid. Women fainted as the conductor crawled out of coffin - alive!
He was taken to a large press conference. One reporter stood up and asked "You've survived three visits to the electric chair. How did you do it?"
"I've tried telling people before", he said.
"I'm just a bad conductor."


Ken B

So I know a couple of classical music jokes. I told this one before, but ...

A man walks into a bar.
"I'll have an Elgar."
"How do you make that?" the puzzled bar-tender asks.
"Brahms and water."

ComposerOfAvantGarde

Quote from: Ken B on November 12, 2016, 08:17:32 PM
So I know a couple of classical music jokes. I told this one before, but ...

A man walks into a bar.
"I'll have an Elgar."
"How do you make that?" the puzzled bar-tender asks.
"Brahms and water."


HAH!!! That's good!

NikF

Quote from: jessop on November 12, 2016, 07:27:11 PM

The world's best and most famous conductor made a small mistake while conducting the New York Symphony Orchestra...

Bravo  ;D

Quote from: Ken B on November 12, 2016, 08:17:32 PM
So I know a couple of classical music jokes. I told this one before, but ...

A man walks into a bar.
"I'll have an Elgar."
"How do you make that?" the puzzled bar-tender asks.
"Brahms and water."


It's a new one to me. Good stuff. ;D
"You overestimate my power of attraction," he told her. "No, I don't," she replied sharply, "and neither do you".

Ken B

Quote from: NikF on November 12, 2016, 09:04:35 PM
Bravo  ;D

It's a new one to me. Good stuff. ;D
Thanks! As a joke I actually invented it. I read someone described Elgar as Brahms and water, and thought that could make a good punchline...