#177 of 750 Hungarian proverbs

[_ludwigm]

Rossz fát tett a tűzre.
He has put bad wood on the fire.
(He has got into mischief.)
- http://mek.oszk.hu/00200/00242/00242.htm -

I am on moderator queue.
When, why, what for... I don't know and don't care. Maybe Shades has an explanation. I am that dangerous to this site to check every word before appearing. I don't care.
Repeat: I DON'T CARE.

But, You (all, plural, readers of my comments) should know:

Moderator queue is a shaft, screw, f***ing up (YES, I'VE BROKEN THE LAW HERE; )

My comments appear days later. No problem, there are nothing urgent (=requiring immediate attention)
But, they are not marked as unread.


Got it?
My comments appear before dozens of later ones, sometimes at previous pages.
And they are not marked as unread.

Nowadays, nobody reads me.

A simple shaft, screw, f***ing up

[_moksha]

Rossz fát tett a tűzre.
He has put bad wood on the fire.
(He has got into mischief.)
- http://mek.oszk.hu/00200/00242/00242.htm -

I am on moderator queue.
When, why, what for... I don't know and don't care. Maybe Shades has an explanation. I am that dangerous to this site to check every word before appearing. I don't care.
Repeat: I DON'T CARE.

But, You (all, plural, readers of my comments) should know:

Moderator queue is a shaft, screw, f***ing up (YES, I'VE BROKEN THE LAW HERE; )

My comments appear days later. No problem, there are nothing urgent (=requiring immediate attention)
But, they are not marked as unread.


Got it?
My comments appear before dozens of later ones, sometimes at previous pages.
And they are not marked as unread.

Nowadays, nobody reads me.

A simple shaft, screw, f***ing up

I always read your stuff Ludwigm. Shades is only doing his job to protect us from the hordes of Magyar (might possibly add extra punctuation marks to our vowels) who would ride on horseback across this message board and regale us with wild music from their cobzas. Or something like that.

[_ludwigm]

I always read your stuff Ludwigm.

From now on, You will not. My comments - appearing after mod queue - are, will be - NOT MARKED AS UNREAD. Anybody, You, and my other friends will not see them. They appear far above the first unread comment, sometimes on previous pages.
Moderator queue, practically speaking, puts me on everybody's ignore list. And Shades knows it well.

Shades is only doing his job to protect us from the hordes of Magyar (might possibly add extra punctuation marks to our vowels) who would ride on horseback across this message board and regale us with wild music from their cobzas. Or something like that.

Thank You.

I like any joke. Like Cyrano. I would laugh myself to death to see my executioner's noser (yes, noser, because of Cyrano...) on the stairs of my scaffold.

CYRANO (imperturbably):
Is that all?. . .
THE VISCOUNT:
What do you mean?
CYRANO:
Ah no! young blade! That was a trifle short!
You might have said at least a hundred things
By varying the tone. . .like this, suppose,. . .
Aggressive: 'Sir, if I had such a nose
I'd amputate it!' Friendly: 'When you sup
It must annoy you, dipping in your cup;
You need a drinking-bowl of special shape!'
Descriptive: ''Tis a rock!. . .a peak!. . .a cape!
--A cape, forsooth! 'Tis a peninsular!'
Curious: 'How serves that oblong capsular?
For scissor-sheath? Or pot to hold your ink?'
Gracious: 'You love the little birds, I think?
I see you've managed with a fond research
To find their tiny claws a roomy perch!'
Truculent: 'When you smoke your pipe. . .suppose
That the tobacco-smoke spouts from your nose--
Do not the neighbors, as the fumes rise higher,
Cry terror-struck: "The chimney is afire"?'
Considerate: 'Take care,. . .your head bowed low
By such a weight. . .lest head o'er heels you go!'
Tender: 'Pray get a small umbrella made,
Lest its bright color in the sun should fade!'
Pedantic: 'That beast Aristophanes
Names Hippocamelelephantoles
Must have possessed just such a solid lump
Of flesh and bone, beneath his forehead's bump!'
Cavalier: 'The last fashion, friend, that hook?
To hang your hat on? 'Tis a useful crook!'
Emphatic: 'No wind, O majestic nose,
Can give THEE cold!--save when the mistral blows!'
Dramatic: 'When it bleeds, what a Red Sea!'
Admiring: 'Sign for a perfumery!'
Lyric: 'Is this a conch?. . .a Triton you?'
Simple: 'When is the monument on view?'
Rustic: 'That thing a nose? Marry-come-up!
'Tis a dwarf pumpkin, or a prize turnip!'
Military: 'Point against cavalry!'
Practical: 'Put it in a lottery!
Assuredly 'twould be the biggest prize!'
Or. . .parodying Pyramus' sighs. . .
'Behold the nose that mars the harmony
Of its master's phiz! blushing its treachery!'
--Such, my dear sir, is what you might have said,
Had you of wit or letters the least jot:
But, O most lamentable man!--of wit
You never had an atom, and of letters
You have three letters only!--they spell Ass!
And--had you had the necessary wit,
To serve me all the pleasantries I quote
Before this noble audience. . .e'en so,
You would not have been let to utter one--
Nay, not the half or quarter of such jest!
I take them from myself all in good part,
But not from any other man that breathes!

[_Dr. Shades]

Moderator queue, practically speaking, puts me on everybody's ignore list. And Shades knows it well.

I wish the software didn't work that way.