tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666901.post8132769602284196155..comments2024-01-14T01:51:23.999-05:00Comments on DuckRabbit: Plummeting doves and other disastersDuckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11349267352262603510noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666901.post-72724021541525945842008-01-25T20:57:00.000-05:002008-01-25T20:57:00.000-05:00I understand your attitude, but I'm not sure I'd a...I understand your attitude, but I'm not sure I'd actually ban the phrase, just for its utility as the revelation you describe so well. After all, don't we need ways to cry for help?<BR/><BR/>And anyway, the phrase I actually used was "really real reality," which at least has a raised-eyebrow quality to it which I kind of like.Duckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11349267352262603510noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666901.post-18597825044664831842008-01-25T18:42:00.000-05:002008-01-25T18:42:00.000-05:00Good post. I might say some more later, but I wan...Good post. I might say some more later, but I wanted to add at least one remark now: <BR/><BR/>If ever there was a phrase that revealed both violence and desperation (in that it is both quasi-coercive and a cry for help) it is: <BR/>"really real". Grasping at super-rigid straws (which extend to infinity, no doubt). It should be taken out back and shot.<BR/><BR/>[I'm not indicting you, of course, just sharing a thought I've had a for while, now.]Ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03645057256205065473noreply@blogger.com