Saturday, September 20, 2008

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.

9 Comments:

Anonymous Colonel Panic said...

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.

6:34 AM  
Blogger darev2005 said...

Better watch yourself Colonel! I'm loaning Guy my pepper spray!

2:16 PM  
Anonymous g said...

please don't make me angry. you wouldn't like me when i'm angry.

4:08 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

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.

5:03 PM  
Blogger darev2005 said...

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.

6:00 PM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

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...

6:07 PM  
Blogger Mike S said...

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!!!

6:32 PM  
Blogger weese said...

sometimes i need to temper my temper.

12:37 PM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

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.

5:12 PM  

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