The epitome of optimism? - Page 2

DanaC · 08-19-2006, 07:31 PM

hahahah Nope. She just used the power of headology. Actually, it kind of helped me come to the conclusion that there either wasn't a God, or he didn't really care about lies.

Mum wasn't particularly religious. I think it started as a joke.

capnhowdy · 08-19-2006, 07:39 PM

Last time I saw an ice cream truck was a few days before I read in the paper they ( the gestapo) had busted it for dealing crack. But I still like ice cream.
I wondered why I never saw that truck anywhere but in the, *ahem* ....oh never mind.

footfootfoot · 08-19-2006, 08:05 PM

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Originally Posted by capnhowdy

Last time I saw an ice cream truck was a few days before I read in the paper they ( the gestapo) had busted it for dealing crack. But I still like ice cream.
I wondered why I never saw that truck anywhere but in the, *ahem* ....oh never mind.

Tom Lehrer has a song about that:
"The Old Dope Peddler"

JayMcGee · 08-19-2006, 08:24 PM

My father went to Lourdes...

It didn't help him physically, in that he was not cured and still died.

Yet, he felt better for going there.

My Mother, after he died, converted to his faith and still accepted the will of God when she was diagonisied with cancer and succumbed within a year of his passing.

She really wanted to be with him again.

Optimisim or........

The 42 · 08-20-2006, 07:12 AM

Ah, ice cream trucks... Odd that I live in one of the hotter and drier countries on the planet and yet this place hasn't gotten around to ice cream trucks yet!

One of my fondest childhood memories from before I moved was hearing the sweet tinkle of the ice cream truck and begging my mother to go buy that bar with the chocolate inside... and hearing the loving reply:

"Go get a job and buy it with your own money!"

DanaC · 08-20-2006, 07:53 AM

Jay. I went to Lourdes. My Gran took me and my mum there when I was 13 and very ill. It was the final nail in the coffin as far as belief went for me. I will never forget the procession of the sick; the little boy in our group wiith the hole in his heart; the brain damaged child and his lovely parents, who expressed sympathy to me and my mum, in the midst of their pain.

Those people, I believe, were sold a lie. A pretty, shining, glorious lie.

footfootfoot · 08-20-2006, 08:40 AM

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Originally Posted by The 42

Ah, ice cream trucks... Odd that I live in one of the hotter and drier countries on the planet and yet this place hasn't gotten around to ice cream trucks yet!

One of my fondest childhood memories from before I moved was hearing the sweet tinkle of the ice cream truck and begging my mother to go buy that bar with the chocolate inside... and hearing the loving reply:

"Go get a job and buy it with your own money!"

Nice! And welcome, btw.

footfootfoot · 08-20-2006, 08:44 AM

Was that a Bill Forsythe movie, "Comfort and Joy" about the ice cream truck wars?

I loved that film. I remember the scene where the truck gets smashed by rivals and goes limping away with its music all warbly as striking a particularly funny note.

Undertoad · 08-20-2006, 08:56 AM

Once again we are on the same wavelength footer.

How about the moment when you see the guys actually recording the jingle!

08-19-2006, 07:39 PM	#17
capnhowdy Blatantly Homosapien Join Date: Mar 2004 Posts: 6,200	Last time I saw an ice cream truck was a few days before I read in the paper they ( the gestapo) had busted it for dealing crack. But I still like ice cream. I wondered why I never saw that truck anywhere but in the, ahem ....oh never mind. __________________ Please type slowly. I can't read very fast............... and no holy water, please.

08-19-2006, 08:24 PM	#19
JayMcGee Cardigan-wearing man Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Much Binding In The Marsh Posts: 1,082	My father went to Lourdes... It didn't help him physically, in that he was not cured and still died. Yet, he felt better for going there. My Mother, after he died, converted to his faith and still accepted the will of God when she was diagonisied with cancer and succumbed within a year of his passing. She really wanted to be with him again. Optimisim or........ __________________ I like wearing cardigans...... my current favourite is an orange cable-knit with real leatherette buttons.

08-20-2006, 08:44 AM	#23
footfootfoot To shreds, you say? Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: in the house and on the street-how many, many feet we meet! Posts: 18,449	Was that a Bill Forsythe movie, "Comfort and Joy" about the ice cream truck wars? I loved that film. I remember the scene where the truck gets smashed by rivals and goes limping away with its music all warbly as striking a particularly funny note. __________________ The internet is a hateful stew of vomit you can never take completely seriously. - Her Fobs

08-19-2006, 07:31 PM	#16
DanaC We have to go back, Kate! Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Yorkshire Posts: 25,964	hahahah Nope. She just used the power of headology. Actually, it kind of helped me come to the conclusion that there either wasn't a God, or he didn't really care about lies. Mum wasn't particularly religious. I think it started as a joke.

08-20-2006, 07:12 AM	#20
The 42 I'm not lurking, I'm stalking YOU! Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: Somwhere over the rainbow Posts: 70	Ah, ice cream trucks... Odd that I live in one of the hotter and drier countries on the planet and yet this place hasn't gotten around to ice cream trucks yet! One of my fondest childhood memories from before I moved was hearing the sweet tinkle of the ice cream truck and begging my mother to go buy that bar with the chocolate inside... and hearing the loving reply: "Go get a job and buy it with your own money!"

08-20-2006, 07:53 AM	#21
DanaC We have to go back, Kate! Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Yorkshire Posts: 25,964	Jay. I went to Lourdes. My Gran took me and my mum there when I was 13 and very ill. It was the final nail in the coffin as far as belief went for me. I will never forget the procession of the sick; the little boy in our group wiith the hole in his heart; the brain damaged child and his lovely parents, who expressed sympathy to me and my mum, in the midst of their pain. Those people, I believe, were sold a lie. A pretty, shining, glorious lie.

08-20-2006, 08:56 AM	#24
Undertoad Radical Centrist Join Date: Jan 2001 Location: Cottage of Prussia Posts: 31,423	Once again we are on the same wavelength footer. How about the moment when you see the guys actually recording the jingle!

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