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« on: November 04, 2009, 10:59:55 PM » |
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In a phone conversation tonight, I realized that my career is like that scene from Indiana Jones, where he is running and running for his life, just ahead of the giant round stone that is threatening to crush him.
What's your suitable metaphor?
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« Reply #1 on: November 04, 2009, 11:14:33 PM » |
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Hammer steadily levelling firm yet not hard blows agaisnt my skull. The knock out blow never comes. Just a long steady stream of thuds thuds thuds thuds.
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mad_doctor
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« Reply #2 on: November 04, 2009, 11:23:40 PM » |
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Hmm... I'm going to go with those bait-and-switch commercials where the guy gives the kid a bike, and then doesn't let him go outside the little square box with it, or gives the boy a toy truck and then replaces it with a scribbled picture ofa truck, or gives one girl a toy horse and the other girl a real horse. He always weasels out of his agreements on lame technicalities like, "you didn't ask", or "can't go very far".
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alleyoxenfree
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« Reply #3 on: November 04, 2009, 11:24:48 PM » |
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Hmm... I'm going to go with those bait-and-switch commercials where the guy gives the kid a bike, and then doesn't let him go outside the little square box with it, or gives the boy a toy truck and then replaces it with a scribbled picture ofa truck, or gives one girl a toy horse and the other girl a real horse. He always weasels out of his agreements on lame technicalities like, "you didn't ask", or "can't go very far".
Too true, too funny. |
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promovenda
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« Reply #4 on: November 05, 2009, 10:19:13 AM » |
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Old films of early planes. They look like they're flying, then they take a nosedive and crumple their wings. Then they get patched up to try again.
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"You're a wonderful bartender, Promovenda. The hamster bestows one of his special nibbles on your ear."
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madhatter
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« Reply #5 on: November 05, 2009, 12:24:00 PM » |
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"It's not enough to bash in heads; you've got to bash in minds." --Captain Hammer
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ursula
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« Reply #6 on: November 05, 2009, 01:08:15 PM » |
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Mine always feels like that Great Big Sea song, "Stumblin' In".
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"spread your arms, and hold your breath, and always trust your cape"
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stitch
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« Reply #7 on: November 05, 2009, 01:14:13 PM » |
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No. I believe you were looking for this image. |
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« Reply #8 on: November 05, 2009, 01:31:28 PM » |
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« Reply #9 on: November 05, 2009, 02:17:38 PM » |
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So is that ladder from 71 to 91 and the other one form 80 to 100 "Winner" the reason why so many of our students expect their grades to be magically inflated? Can we finally just blame the whole epidemic on Chutes & Ladders? |
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« Reply #10 on: November 05, 2009, 03:05:31 PM » |
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My career: I started out walking along the desert highway in the burning sun, walking, walking, walking for what seemed like forever, until one day a lettuce truck pulled over and offered me a ride. Now I'm in the back of the lettuce truck. I mean, it ain't a Lexus; some of the lettuce is rotting. There's no roof and the sun is still too warm, but sometimes I catch the scent of the ocean, and sometimes I can even see where we're going. And we're passing a LOT of exhausted stragglers along the way. I can't pull the truck over to pick them up, but I can be glad to have a ride.
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« Reply #11 on: November 05, 2009, 04:08:59 PM » |
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I tripped and fell down the stairs because I was too busy and distracted to tie my shoes. But I landed on my feet and found a $20 bill on the ground.
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mouseman
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« Reply #12 on: November 05, 2009, 04:14:05 PM » |
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The clock is ticking, and I'm digging through a tunnel. Ever so often, I hit a large stone barrier. Sometimes, I can break through. Other times, I have to find a way around. Whenever this happens, I lose time. At the moment, I'm at yet another one of those barriers, and can't figure whether I should: a, keep trying to break through, b, try and find a way around, or c, just call this place the end and settle down.
Yes, and the clock keeps ticking.
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In the midst of the word he was trying to say,
In the midst of his laughter and glee,
He had softly and suddenly vanished away -- -
For the Snark was a Boojum, you see.
Lewis Carroll
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der_gadfly
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Ah, to be young and stupid again...
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« Reply #13 on: November 05, 2009, 05:53:23 PM » |
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I am Wile E. Coyote and the ACME packages just keep-a-coming!
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peppergal
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« Reply #14 on: November 05, 2009, 06:00:23 PM » |
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My career: I started out walking along the desert highway in the burning sun, walking, walking, walking for what seemed like forever, until one day a lettuce truck pulled over and offered me a ride. Now I'm in the back of the lettuce truck. I mean, it ain't a Lexus; some of the lettuce is rotting. There's no roof and the sun is still too warm, but sometimes I catch the scent of the ocean, and sometimes I can even see where we're going. And we're passing a LOT of exhausted stragglers along the way. I can't pull the truck over to pick them up, but I can be glad to have a ride.
I am one of the exhausted stragglers hoping for a ride in your lettuce truck. |
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