Saturday, October 09, 2004
European Tongue Action
Even if vaya doesn't agree, I could swear that the Ambassador to the Netherlands promised us last night that the movie Twin Sisters was going to provide us with some "European Tongue Action." I can't for the life of me come up with any other phonetically similar words that would have made sense... shrug.
(...incidentally, it did.)
*****
2 Fast 2 Furious
One of the minuses (? pluses?) of being home is the propensity for my parents to engage in hypothetical debate with me, which occasionally translates into frightening reality if mishandled.
Today's debate focused upon A Car for Re-minisce (which, naturally, he will have to spend his salary repaying for the approximate period of his lifetime) and whether it would be a nice new car or a second-hand stonker. Re-minisce had settled his mind on second-hand stonker since he realistically figures his chances of earning a starting salary of $20,000 a month are minute, and the stars fell out of his eyes about two decades ago.
The father had actually done the investigative legwork this time (impressive!) and discovered the True Figure of Re-minisce's imminent Celery, err I mean Salary, which amounted to a decent but hardly astronomical figure (sans tax and CPF, somewhat less decent, bordering on indecent but sufficient for re-minisce's simple needs. Oh, and hopefully a sexy pair of Armani spectacles, but that is entirely Alice's fault for putting the idea in his head... heh heh)
Somehow, the Father figured that $x,000 was a large sum compared to his previous estimate, $y,000 (which was, get this, only 1000 dollars a month less) and suddenly he's rhapsodizing about buying re-minisce a nice new shiny sleek droolworthy car!(which re-minisce still has to spend the next lifetime - make that two - paying him back for...)
The case for the proposition ran along the lines that a big flashy new car would get the girls!
quote the rather worldly father : if you're a doctor and you drive a small car, the girl will look at your being a doctor to some extent, but if you drive a shiny fast car, nobody will care what you do for a living...
(in response to re-minisce's irritably voiced "what on earth would I do with a fancy new motor?")
The case for the defence ran along the lines that
1) re-minisce would rather spend fewer lifetimes paying for car, and secure himself humble digs to enable an independent lifestyle which does not involve the Mother freaking out because re-minisce locked the toilet door / re-minisce freaking out because the Mother read his mail.
2) fast cars attract fast women, of the variety generally considered "above re-minisce's station" (unfair generalisation looming, but ramming home points to the Parents is incompatable with subtlety according to previous experiences and the laws of Thermodynamics, Fluid Dynamics, and Reality in General) for instance models and celebrities / others of the ilk keen more on car and spending, than on the person (ie re-minisce) and his unique qualities (ie.. pause. think. err. pause.).
At this juncture Re-minisce re-evaluated the situation based on look on Father's face and opted to go with some Kerryian versatility (the Bush approach was floundering)
... which might actually be quite pleasurable come to think of it, and which re-minisce was more than willing to give a shot at, and he might actually have friends who could recommend him...
Interestingly, the Father immediately backed off in a huff.
"The problem with you is you have no sense of humour. I was just pulling your leg..."
Hee. hee hee hee.
Re-minisce - 1 Father - 0
Reverse psychology Rocks!
(...incidentally, it did.)
*****
2 Fast 2 Furious
One of the minuses (? pluses?) of being home is the propensity for my parents to engage in hypothetical debate with me, which occasionally translates into frightening reality if mishandled.
Today's debate focused upon A Car for Re-minisce (which, naturally, he will have to spend his salary repaying for the approximate period of his lifetime) and whether it would be a nice new car or a second-hand stonker. Re-minisce had settled his mind on second-hand stonker since he realistically figures his chances of earning a starting salary of $20,000 a month are minute, and the stars fell out of his eyes about two decades ago.
The father had actually done the investigative legwork this time (impressive!) and discovered the True Figure of Re-minisce's imminent Celery, err I mean Salary, which amounted to a decent but hardly astronomical figure (sans tax and CPF, somewhat less decent, bordering on indecent but sufficient for re-minisce's simple needs. Oh, and hopefully a sexy pair of Armani spectacles, but that is entirely Alice's fault for putting the idea in his head... heh heh)
Somehow, the Father figured that $x,000 was a large sum compared to his previous estimate, $y,000 (which was, get this, only 1000 dollars a month less) and suddenly he's rhapsodizing about buying re-minisce a nice new shiny sleek droolworthy car!(which re-minisce still has to spend the next lifetime - make that two - paying him back for...)
The case for the proposition ran along the lines that a big flashy new car would get the girls!
quote the rather worldly father : if you're a doctor and you drive a small car, the girl will look at your being a doctor to some extent, but if you drive a shiny fast car, nobody will care what you do for a living...
(in response to re-minisce's irritably voiced "what on earth would I do with a fancy new motor?")
The case for the defence ran along the lines that
1) re-minisce would rather spend fewer lifetimes paying for car, and secure himself humble digs to enable an independent lifestyle which does not involve the Mother freaking out because re-minisce locked the toilet door / re-minisce freaking out because the Mother read his mail.
2) fast cars attract fast women, of the variety generally considered "above re-minisce's station" (unfair generalisation looming, but ramming home points to the Parents is incompatable with subtlety according to previous experiences and the laws of Thermodynamics, Fluid Dynamics, and Reality in General) for instance models and celebrities / others of the ilk keen more on car and spending, than on the person (ie re-minisce) and his unique qualities (ie.. pause. think. err. pause.).
At this juncture Re-minisce re-evaluated the situation based on look on Father's face and opted to go with some Kerryian versatility (the Bush approach was floundering)
... which might actually be quite pleasurable come to think of it, and which re-minisce was more than willing to give a shot at, and he might actually have friends who could recommend him...
Interestingly, the Father immediately backed off in a huff.
"The problem with you is you have no sense of humour. I was just pulling your leg..."
Hee. hee hee hee.
Re-minisce - 1 Father - 0
Reverse psychology Rocks!
