Doghead's Cosmic Bar
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Didnt you use too many W's and too many O's?
Good heavens - you're quite right. I don't know how that happened (well, it probably had something to do with alcohol
) Amend that to:
how fortuitous in a flatulent bog
dressing the legs of pianos to avoid inflaming the passions of onlookers...
..but think of the head rush, when someone actually saw a 'leg'..A person can become too jaded, these days.
http://www.logicmgmt.com/1876/intro.htm
Hah! Victorian piano fetishists beware - under "Victorian Etiquette / Breaches of Etiquette":
"For a caller who is waiting the entrance of the hostess to open the piano or touch it if it is open"
Presumably ostentatious ogling of the piano's legs would also count as a rather serious faux pas...
Oh come on, men at least are still like that.
Alas, you have found us out! We men are mere slaves to our passions - lecherously filling our hard disks with risque, sepia daguerreotypes of finely turned mahogany in various states of undressed loveliness. Ah! The shameful lusts of the true piano porn afficiando!
And I'm sorry to say it doesn't stop with pianos. I have heard that there are some vile creatures even debased enough to lust after the bucolic innocence of a naked bagpipe! Let me not think on't - perversity, thy name is man!
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I suspect there have always been people with weird fetishes. The internet just allows them to get together and form identies as (*)-fetishists, while I suspect in Victorian times they all thought there was no one else like them out there.
As Jason Alexander so aptly put it,
"The Web brings people together because no matter what kind of a twisted sexual mutant you happen to be, you've got millions of pals out there. Type in 'Find people that have sex with goats that are on fire' and the computer will ask, 'Specify type of goat.'"
It also gives them anonymity. Because who'd have the guts to admit that kind of thing in person? Really.
As Jason Alexander so aptly put it,
"The Web brings people together because no matter what kind of a twisted sexual mutant you happen to be, you've got millions of pals out there. Type in 'Find people that have sex with goats that are on fire' and the computer will ask, 'Specify type of goat.'"
It also gives them anonymity. Because who'd have the guts to admit that kind of thing in person? Really.
Bravo Bev,
Psimagus
Nothing foul or wasteful about it
Oh, fortuitous! Who now flatulent? I.
Didnt you use too many W's and too many O's? Im being picky i know. And it doesnt really matter. Im just having fun with it
On another subject, since there are so many intelligent people on the forge, I move that we have a Philosophy section in the seasons forums.
Psimagus
Nothing foul or wasteful about it
Oh, fortuitous! Who now flatulent? I.
Didnt you use too many W's and too many O's? Im being picky i know. And it doesnt really matter. Im just having fun with it
On another subject, since there are so many intelligent people on the forge, I move that we have a Philosophy section in the seasons forums.
Good heavens - you're quite right. I don't know how that happened (well, it probably had something to do with alcohol
) Amend that to:how fortuitous in a flatulent bog
This may give you some insight about what life was like in victorian england in the mid-late 1800's.
http://www.logicmgmt.com/1876/intro.htm
Hah! Victorian piano fetishists beware - under "Victorian Etiquette / Breaches of Etiquette":
"For a caller who is waiting the entrance of the hostess to open the piano or touch it if it is open"
Presumably ostentatious ogling of the piano's legs would also count as a rather serious faux pas...
Alas, you have found us out! We men are mere slaves to our passions - lecherously filling our hard disks with risque, sepia daguerreotypes of finely turned mahogany in various states of undressed loveliness. Ah! The shameful lusts of the true piano porn afficiando!
And I'm sorry to say it doesn't stop with pianos. I have heard that there are some vile creatures even debased enough to lust after the bucolic innocence of a naked bagpipe! Let me not think on't - perversity, thy name is man!
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