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"He is not only dull himself; he is the cause of dullness in others." - Samuel Johnson
Club rules (stolen from Facebook):
1) If it puts us to sleep, you're on the right track.
2) Everything you share must include your own commentary on why it is dull. Also included in this: insubstantial commentary or "sharing for the sake of sharing". Only original, dull humour accepted.
3) No political content. Political content on political processes can be OK if extraordinarily dull. If in doubt, don't post it.
4) No guts and blood, no gross bodily functions, etc. Yuck! Yes, your toes are gross.
5) Make sure everyone feels safe. Bullying and degrading posts and comments are not allowed.
Well it's an interesting grammatical point you make there. I guess it's a question of langue versus parole. You know, how language is apparently 'meant' to be used, what is considered correct by some (self-) beknighted arbiter of rules, and how it is actually used by (the) hoi polloi. In this instance, fair to say, my conversation pertained to the stacking of the Platonic form of dishwashers; the abstract generalisation of all such white goods - and hence I used the plural - rather than my and my sloppy flat mate's stacking of my specific single dishwasher. While I too have never had more than one ("1") dishwasher, I have heard talk of certain extravagent made-of-money spendthrifts (if you'll excuse the tautology) who have two and, as a result, claim never to have to put their crockery, glassware and cutlery away in the cupboard since they simply shift it between dishwashers which alternate between being used for cleans and dirties based on which ran a cycle last. What they do with their extra cupboard space is anyone's guess, but it might prove to be a useful storage space for the manuals, warranties, receipts, and spare parts for their pair of dishwashers for future reference when deemed necessary.
I'm planning a toasted cheese sandwich for lunch - but then I wonder if one will be enough?
The other concern is the optimum amount of cheese correctly positioned in the bread so that the cheese doesn't leak (often requiring a difficult clean up process afterwards).
I will report back later.
I said I would report back.
So this time I used the grated mature cheddar (since the bag was already open and I didn't think it was worth opening the new pack of mature cheddar slices). I had a good even spread of grated cheese and as there were only two slices of bread left, one of the slices was the crust which I think also helped avoid any cheese leakage.
So one toasted cheese sandwich was enough, although I did have some cherry tomatoes with it (yeah, get me) and treated myself to a regular Creme Egg for dessert.
Some time ago, I went on a date with a young lady I had met through friends, all going very well and just working our way through the basic conversation starters. So the talk turned to work, she informed me she was very lucky because what she did for a living was her passion. So obviously I asked what it was. 'Tax Accountant' was her reply. I laughed heartily, solid gag I thought. Good one, then I asked her what she really did....nope, she was a tax accountant. It was a passion.
I've read this post. This is a post I've read. I'm explaining this because it's important to explain exactly how, in the dullest way possible. Just once although I may consider doing it again in the future if circumstances are right. I started by making sure my eyes were open, you can never be too careful. I moved them at a medium pace from left to right across the text at a pace where I felt I'd be sure to absorb the information. One line at a time. Top to bottom, I want to make that clear. You can never be too careful. Once I'd finished reading I took a pause to consider what I'd read, I didn't want to misinterpret anything. After all, you can never be too careful.
Edit: I've edited this post. I'll explain why in the dullest way possible. You see, originally, I used the word fullest instead of the word dullest. Because of autocorrect. But as that was important to the point I was making, I hit the edit button and changed it. Ironically, it turns out that actually, you never can be too careful when typing.
[Post edited 1 Mar 2023 15:16]
I think there's value in explaining your reasons for posting and reasons for editing. By value, I am using the method where value is a judgment derived by considering the perceived benefit divided by the cost. In this case, the perceived benefit is the explanation, and the additional editing and amendment. To provide this clarity in such an informed way is unusual for this forum and makes the post more interesting. Does it then qualify as a dull post? I think, on balance it probably does although the perceived benefit (as opposed to an actual benefit (should an actual benefit exist of course)) is reduced by the existence of interest. Let us now consider cost within the value equation. The cost in this case, although difficult to measure in monetary terms, could be considered in terms of time. The time taken to read the post could be a cost but only when someone is considering it time spent when something else could be done. In this case it is a cost of opportunity rather monetary or economic. However, should someone reading the cost be doing so on time which is renumerated by an employer, an economic cost and loss of production would need to be considered. Understanding the membership of this forum and the economic and employment details would be difficult to collect so certain assumptions have to be made. It is likely that more men than women read this board - this can be assumed from the wider football watching audience. It is also like that more of the audience reading this will be in roles which incorporate knowledge work, i.e. work which involves the use of information systems and are renumerated on the basis of their understanding of information and how this knowledge intersects across sectors, organisations, departments, and teams. Workers in these areas are likely to require breaks from the repetitive nature of their work, so is reasonable to assume this would be a minimal break leading to a lower opportunity cost. In summary, the values would therefore be quite high. However, as mentioned above, to be more specific would requite data on the demographics of the user and reader base of this website which is something Clive is likely to commit to.
An old mate of mine's dad was the most boring person I've ever met. He was driving us and my dad back from somewhere and the conversation got onto football.
I was quite young and hadn't yet been to the New Den. I asked where exactly the Milwall ground was. 'In Millwall' came the monotone reply. Only words my mate's dad said in the whole one hour or so journey.
An old mate of mine's dad was the most boring person I've ever met. He was driving us and my dad back from somewhere and the conversation got onto football.
I was quite young and hadn't yet been to the New Den. I asked where exactly the Milwall ground was. 'In Millwall' came the monotone reply. Only words my mate's dad said in the whole one hour or so journey.
[Post edited 2 Mar 2023 19:54]
You could have double bored him by saying it’s actually not there. Millwall is in the east end on the Isle of Dogs. Hope that’s not too dull.
I wore a white suit, a fluorescent belt and a trilby hat to a party at the end of my school days. Mainly to impress the girls. It didn't. They just bitched about me.
Back in the 90s I shared an office with a Nigerian guy called Victor. Now there were three things about Victor. He loved Italian football, he could never get warm (which meant the heating was on in the summer in the office) and he was godded up to the max. Like 'JESUS IS LORD' post it notes all over the office.
Anyway, we had a radio and after Princess Diana died and Capital Radio played THAT FKING ELTON JOHN SONG EVER FIFTEEN MINUTES FOREVER, I said I can't do Capital anymore and so we had a deal.
He got the radio in the morning. I got the afternoon.
The morning = Premier FM which was God-bothering bullshit. F*CK ME, LORD. It was the worst.
Basically it was just prayers but like proper simpering 'oh lord who are on high...' bullshit. These went on for like an hour each or something. Like worship God if you must but don't eat his entire ARSE.
Anyway, the only music they played was like super godded up country music. It was the F*CKING WORST. And even though XFM was still tolerable back then (and still alternative) in the end I said 'f*ck it, let's just leave it on Capital so we can both be unhappy.'
F*cking Capital. I left that job soon after. Vic had a fking total breakdown too which is some sort of justice I guess.
Stefan Moore, Stefan Moore running down the wing. Stefan Moore, Stefan Moore running down the wing. He runs like a cheetah, his crosses couldn't be sweeter. Stefan Moore. Stefan Moore. Stefan Moore.
Back in the 90s I shared an office with a Nigerian guy called Victor. Now there were three things about Victor. He loved Italian football, he could never get warm (which meant the heating was on in the summer in the office) and he was godded up to the max. Like 'JESUS IS LORD' post it notes all over the office.
Anyway, we had a radio and after Princess Diana died and Capital Radio played THAT FKING ELTON JOHN SONG EVER FIFTEEN MINUTES FOREVER, I said I can't do Capital anymore and so we had a deal.
He got the radio in the morning. I got the afternoon.
The morning = Premier FM which was God-bothering bullshit. F*CK ME, LORD. It was the worst.
Basically it was just prayers but like proper simpering 'oh lord who are on high...' bullshit. These went on for like an hour each or something. Like worship God if you must but don't eat his entire ARSE.
Anyway, the only music they played was like super godded up country music. It was the F*CKING WORST. And even though XFM was still tolerable back then (and still alternative) in the end I said 'f*ck it, let's just leave it on Capital so we can both be unhappy.'
F*cking Capital. I left that job soon after. Vic had a fking total breakdown too which is some sort of justice I guess.
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