Temper, Temper
To say that someone has a temper is actually a good thing. In reality it should mean they are flexible just as it would mean when talking about tempered metal. Now those that possess a bad temper means they are brittle and can break when bent.
Tempering or conditioning metal is a lengthy process of heating and cooling and this seems to be the same process of tempering a human as well. Those that haven’t lived through sessions of heating and cooling seem to have a bland and ridged existence. Someone who has seen it all and lived through it before are more able to handle more. They have more of a tolerance for the pressure of life and seem to be able to wiggle through it all without breaking.
posted by The Guy Who Writes This at 4:00 AM
9 Comments:
I have broken you before and can again:-) Your blogging persona is a high tempered metal but it is my sovereign duty to stress test those who can best resist it until I find that absolute temp wherein failure occurs. My services are free but tendered thanks is an accepted form of payment.
Better watch yourself Colonel! I'm loaning Guy my pepper spray!
please don't make me angry. you wouldn't like me when i'm angry.
pooper spray works better on me. I'm especially vulnerable to the just-stepped-in-poodle-crap variety.
Thats like cryptonite to me. Utterly defenseless.
As a matter of fact dog crap on the shoes is just about my most unfavorite thing in the world. I've been known to spend 3 hours with an air compressor trying to get treads clean from a new pair of sneaks after a run in with a german shephard pile and then just trashing them anyway.
Temper! Temper!
Can I steel myself to test your mettle? Should we try to iron this out ore not?
I think we have gotten much sillier than the original post intended, here.
Colonel Panic who?
g uses hammers and nail guns.
Anon, I can't stand dogs either.
If anyone who reads this understands temper it is Darev. If you haven't been to his blog, you need to visit. He is a corrections officer and damn...I mean damn...
It always amuses me when flying when a fellow captive notices through the window that the wings are 'flapping'. If I like them I'll explain how the wings need to flex to avoid breaking off. If I don't like them, well, let's say they usually become keen observers of the wings which I've assured them are acting like the wings were just before the plane I was on crashed while landing & I was one of a few lucky survivors.
DOG POOP SUX!!!
sometimes i need to temper my temper.
Temper, temper, Weese
Mike, I think I'm over due for another anti-dog post. I've only briefly gone to Sunday Market this year, so I'm not nearly as pissed off as normal.
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