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Sarcasm couched as enquiry!
Cartoon from Punch magazine 1867.
Punch the London magazine of wit, satire, irony and political humour, illustrated with numerous woodcut engravings by noted engravers and artists.
25) Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night.
Zen Sarcasm
Can you sense the air of sarcasm here ? ;-) Today we went to Aberglasney Winter Fair, as we do each and every year. It was good to see old friends and meet more friends over lunch. I can't speak for the others but found the event disappointing for the first time. Usually staff are dressed in period costume and the place is lit up with Christmas Lighting ( in comments) not so this year. I needn't say more except that it lacked the usual 'magic of Christmas'.
This is Sarcasm by the way Not everybody is enthused about the vancouver olympics , wonder why ? The IOC is the most corrupt organization on the planet , or maybe second to FIFA
rant ahead.
so earlier this week someone noticed the book I was reading (Salman Rushdie's The Enchantress of Florence) and asked me if I actually read it in English. Today I wore this shirt and it reminded me why I got it-- because I found it funny and sarcastic and a little bit of a sad reflection of social-cultural mores/perceptions in this country. Pretty much all my life a lot of folks (even the Asian ones) have asked me if I'm Chinese. It always bugs me that before I can even open my mouth that my origins are much more important to them than who I am (or at least my last name is...being the most common Chinese last name...then there's my looks, but let's not go there). Why, oh why, can't I just say I'm from the planet of Zaphod Beeblebrox and that my parents were green headed aliens?
(for the record, my parents immigrated from south korea about oh, i don't know, decades ago, in the 1960s, and I was born in a crazy melting pot of a town called Flushing, Queens, NYC).
<sarcasm>wow... my own booklet full of postgrad info!</sarcasm>
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using a unique login ID.
Please check your personal website details from your Postgraduate Information brochure and try logging in again!
Amazing.
tenia q subirla,esta buenisima!
Un beso a todos los argentinos de una tana q se interesa a la politica del pais de uds!
Cornelius stumbled into the dining room. Mother was pointedly buttering bread, ignoring his soft groans as each hoof-fall rebounded off the top of his skull. Augustus looked perfectly fresh, rot his eyes, not a hair out of place, avidly reading a Gaulish fashion journal. Delmon sipped from his tea, an arched brow his only acknowledgement of Cornelius' staggering entrance.
As he whimpered his way into the chair, carefully sweeping his tail to the side, Phineas placed a teacup before him & poured out. Cornelius sighed and wrapped his hands around the rapidly warming Chin cup gratefully.
"What time of the day do you call this, then?" Cornelius wheezed, feeling his eyeballs bounce as every beat of his heart tried to make his brain explode. Phineas finished pouring and set the sugar bowl next to his elbow with a crisp click.
"Och, Ah believe tha rest o' the people in this residence call it lunchtime, or 'dejeuner' in the Gaulois, sarr." the griffin eased out of the room with a fillip of his wings as everyone else at the table started laughing. Augustus howled, covering his face with his magazine, Maeve slapped the table in helpless mirth while Delmon roared, huge white fangs shining in his broad black face.
Cornelius winced at the racket and sipped carefully at his tea.
"Hateful, heartless villains, the lot of you." he muttered, as the sugared tea traced a path of warmth to his knotted stomach.
“Been nice sleeping with you.”
There was just a hint of humor
Behind the deft sarcasm
Coming from the gaunt face
Of the pretty young woman
Who caught us by surprise
She had not said a word to us
All afternoon
I believe our response was
A smile
And “Good luck to you”
I wanted to say
“Hang in there”
But I didn’t
As we left the room
Feeling lucky
And sad
I thought about
Our chats with her mother
As her daughter lay beside her
Sound asleep
Soundly blocking out
The hell around her
They were doing everything
For her “baby”
Chemo six hours a day
Five days a week
To stop the spreading sarcoma
She was far too young
To be going through this
But she was a “tough cookie”
Her mother said
As the afternoon dragged on
My wife and I
Played cribbage, ate chocolates
And took turns nodding off
Letting the toxins flow through
My wife’s body
For the fourth time
As the mother next to us
Stayed awake
She was beyond sleep
But not tears
We told her
Tears were a good thing
She need not “seek help”
As someone
In the medical profession
Had suggested
Dear Lord
For crying out loud
She was only
Being human
...............................................
T.G. Friel
SARCASM ALERT
This is why we love him :)
woot woot. go Joe!
this one took me a while to make. plz comment
If you can't read it says
"Joe Jonas"
"The Definition Of "Normal""
excuse the sarcasm. finished work early today, and was sat at home when we suddenly got the most beautiful pink, peach and blue sunset. so, amazed at the opportunity of seeing daylight during the week, i rushed out with my camera...only to find out that my camera (my lovely, trustworthy, reliable camera) was having a dicky fit and refused to work :(
so, i came home and sat here sulking, trying to figure out whether it was human or technical error (assuming, as ever, that it was the first of those). and of course, within 15 minutes of the sky having turned pitch black, it magically started working again. so here you go, some random abstract rubbish instead of a lovely calming sunset.
[personally, i suspect gordon of foul play - he's found out that he was in explore, and i never told him, so he's in the blackest of moods. oh dear...]