New Wive's Tales (and Sage Sayings)
 

The world is full of old adages... those sharp, pithy bon mots that inspire purse-lipped nods and thoughtful head scratching, the phrases that inspire us to the loftiest pursuits, or humble us in the face of our human foibles. These are the quotable nuggets of knowledge... the smartlets from Bartlett's... the remnants littering the intellectual arena after ten rounds of Shaw v. Wilde. Here also: the rich wisdom of the common people... keen observations, dead-on diagnoses, efficacious folk remedies... foxfire sans folderol (and lemme tell ya, if I hadn't said that, I'd wish that I had).

But hey! When the old saws get dull and toothless, from whence cometh a fresh batch? Bleth plith... patooey. (Excuse me.) FROM AN ADAGE AGENCY, of course!! (And don't you feel silly for asking?) And so, without further forthwithing, and with the vigorous assent of R.J., C.B., L.L., B.O., Z.F., P.D.Q., and the rest of the Executive Bored of Les B. Prefect, Lee, Frank, Weir, Plumwacki & Prodovit... here are the newest candidates for immortality and/or clichehood.

Let's throw 'em at the flagpole, and see if they wobble.


!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


When your ears pop, something is about to happen.


What you don't know can't count.


A choking duck leads to a bad weekend.


[Hmm. Yeah, I like animal sayings. They're profound, yet so cute! :p

Oo oo, I've got one for you...]


Feed a koala, starve a retriever.


[Oh my yes. That dog will hunt!

...umm, err... and the marsupial will... ah, forage. Yes, no doubt. :o

So... reactions, anybody? Good, bad... ugly? Anyone else have one? Yes? You, back there. Speak up!]


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um, professor? Can i be excused to go to the bathroom?:p

Blue sky in morning, day will be boring.
Blue sky at night, sun not working right.

You can pick your friends,
You can pick your nose,
But you cant pick your friend's nose.

Sorry, nothing clever up my sleeve....

Two I particularly like:
No condition is permanent.
Progress, not perfection.

Both of these helped me get through the mind-numbing bullshit month after maddening month at my former job......

Men are like buses
Dirty, smelly, and always coming at the wrong time.

(saw that on a card, not an original thought, don't yell at me) :p

Party like its Christmas at Avalon's office. :)