Nanohedron wrote:Too much with the wired heating contrivances. Go green: for example, if you have the décolletage for it, nest your whistle there; it's energy-efficient, and charming. As for the guys: "Is that a whistle in yer trousers, or are you just happy to see me?" says it all.
I am not too sure that I want to stick a cold low D down my trousers.
And Nano, no semi-plausible accident scenarios describing what happens, how, and definitely no illustrations, right?
Phill
One does not equal two. Not even for very large values of one.
Nanohedron wrote:Too much with the wired heating contrivances. Go green: for example, if you have the décolletage for it, nest your whistle there; it's energy-efficient, and charming. As for the guys: "Is that a whistle in yer trousers, or are you just happy to see me?" says it all.
I am not too sure that I want to stick a cold low D down my trousers.
And Nano, no semi-plausible accident scenarios describing what happens, how, and definitely no illustrations, right?
Oh, all right.
"If you take music out of this world, you will have nothing but a ball of fire." - Balochi musician
ducks wrote:I think it might be more likely to go straight up through the thyroid...
Yeah, I thought of that. This pic was the best I had to work with. But a story emerges: a certain lady of the whistling persuasion (let us call her "ducks"), having her prized Overton low D warming up between her ta-tas, is talking to someone on her right. Something happens (where's my screenwriter?), she falls forward from her chair with head still turned (it could happen), and a tragedy of Phineas Gageian proportions ensues. But whether thyroid or cranium, it is a cautionary tale with a moral: don't stick nothin' bigger than a soprano D in there, sister.
'D' end.
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A thought ...in a certain other industry they have employees that are referred to as "fluffers" whose job it is to warm up other people's ...ummm... instruments. Perhaps we need such folk in the world of whistles. I'm giving two thumbs up on that idea.
Jim
I wish I were a Lord Mayor, a Marquis or an Earl
And blow me if I wouldn't marry old Brown's girl
Blow me if I wouldn't marry old Brown's girl
the thing that REALLY disturbs me is that all of a sudden the adverts at the top switched to "dating", instead of whistle-related-stuff, when reading all that.
yeurch.
Nanohedron wrote:Thank our ad filters. It could conceivably be worse.
yer one o'dem attractors, ain't ya
Everywhere I go. Bartenders love me because enigmatic and eccentric sorts with beerily augmented potential for trouble zero in on me like skeeters to a vein, and I in turn exert a calming effect on them. Really, I should charge for this. Especially because - in theory - it keeps me out of circulation.
"If you take music out of this world, you will have nothing but a ball of fire." - Balochi musician
Nanohedron wrote:Thank our ad filters. It could conceivably be worse.
yer one o'dem attractors, ain't ya
Everywhere I go. Bartenders love me because enigmatic and eccentric sorts with beerily augmented potential for trouble zero in on me like skeeters to a vein, and I in turn exert a calming effect on them. Really, I should charge for this. Especially because - in theory - it keeps me out of circulation.
yeah right! ................................................. maybe the occasional house beer.....
Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
It's dizzying, the possibilities. Ashes, Ashes all fall down.
Tell us something.: I'm a fiddler and, latterly, a fluter. I love the flute. I wish I'd always played it. I love the whistle as well. I'm blessed in having really lovely instruments for all of my musical interests.
Location: Unimportant island off the great mainland of Europe
anniemcu
--- "You are what you do, not what you claim to believe." -Gene A. Statler
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................................................. maybe the occasional house beer.....
