Comments on: Nobody Frightens Children Quite Like the Russians. Except Maybe the Germans. http://semanticdrift.com/off-kilter/nobody-frightens-children-quite-like-the-russians-except-maybe-the-germans/ Words are spells against demons Fri, 06 Jan 2012 20:54:12 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: <![CDATA[Anonymous Too]]> http://semanticdrift.com/off-kilter/nobody-frightens-children-quite-like-the-russians-except-maybe-the-germans/comment-page-1/#comment-182 Mon, 25 Jun 2007 12:00:58 +0000 http://semanticdrift.com/installer/?p=225#comment-182 One time I went to Germany and drank too much Jagr. Then I wet my pants. One time I went to Germany and drank too much Jagr. Then I wet my pants.

]]> By: <![CDATA[semanticdrifter]]> http://semanticdrift.com/off-kilter/nobody-frightens-children-quite-like-the-russians-except-maybe-the-germans/comment-page-1/#comment-183 Fri, 22 Jun 2007 17:58:04 +0000 http://semanticdrift.com/installer/?p=225#comment-183 The link between proper table manners and the ability to manage the affairs of state are well-documented, going back at least as far as Charlemagne who not only reestablished the Holy Roman Empire but was never spotted with his elbows on the table. I've always wondered if the ossicles were capable of being broken, and what series of events would lead to it if they could. The link between proper table manners and the ability to manage the affairs of state are well-documented, going back at least as far as Charlemagne who not only reestablished the Holy Roman Empire but was never spotted with his elbows on the table. I’ve always wondered if the ossicles were capable of being broken, and what series of events would lead to it if they could.

]]> By: <![CDATA[Anonymous]]> http://semanticdrift.com/off-kilter/nobody-frightens-children-quite-like-the-russians-except-maybe-the-germans/comment-page-1/#comment-184 Fri, 22 Jun 2007 14:24:21 +0000 http://semanticdrift.com/installer/?p=225#comment-184 When I was seven I wrote my first book (expertly illustrated of course). It was a cautionary tale about a prince who couldn't keep his elbows off the table during dinner. Every day his father, the stately wise king with long flowing white beard, would warn our little reluctant hero that elbow planting was not only rude but dangerous as well. Who knows what terrors await those who cannot keep their elbows off the table? But our little prince was not swayed. One day, through such a convoluted series of accidents and mishaps that even Stephen Gaghan would be left with furrowed brow, the prince ended up breaking every bone in his body (including the three little ones in his ears) and wallowing in his own pain and regret, laid up in the medieval equivalent of traction (which meant some bruises and plaster casts and black eyes in my deft drawings). His mother and father, horrified but with noble pathos, pleaded with the little prince to learn a lesson from his pain. And learn a lesson he did. From that day forward he never forgot his manners at the table and grew up to be a wise and noble king just like his father before him. It's not quite as terrifying as a dog gnawing on your "sausage," but still pretty scary. When I was seven I wrote my first book (expertly illustrated of course). It was a cautionary tale about a prince who couldn’t keep his elbows off the table during dinner. Every day his father, the stately wise king with long flowing white beard, would warn our little reluctant hero that elbow planting was not only rude but dangerous as well. Who knows what terrors await those who cannot keep their elbows off the table? But our little prince was not swayed. One day, through such a convoluted series of accidents and mishaps that even Stephen Gaghan would be left with furrowed brow, the prince ended up breaking every bone in his body (including the three little ones in his ears) and wallowing in his own pain and regret, laid up in the medieval equivalent of traction (which meant some bruises and plaster casts and black eyes in my deft drawings). His mother and father, horrified but with noble pathos, pleaded with the little prince to learn a lesson from his pain. And learn a lesson he did. From that day forward he never forgot his manners at the table and grew up to be a wise and noble king just like his father before him.

It’s not quite as terrifying as a dog gnawing on your “sausage,” but still pretty scary.

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