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Chris -- 2018-04-11
Greetings, erstwhile colleagues – I’ve somehow managed to get in under the radar.
I heard, or thought I heard, someone mention her collectic tastes and thought it worthy of sharing, but of course I’m marooned and unable to communicate without bothering Kem, or David T (whose addresses I have) and so am obliged to share such discoveries with myself, which is entirely unsatisfactory…
I have a very collectic taste in music. I love everything! Literally! From country to rock and everything in between!
I have pretty collectic taste. Everything from Flaming Lips to James Taylor; Garth Brooks to Eminem.
I have a very collectic taste. I will never make one piece of Jewelry the same.
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One of the best! Thanks, Peter! I think that’s one to keep and use.
*If the human mind were simple enough for us to understand,
we would be too simple-minded to understand it* .
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Peter Forster wrote:
I have a very collectic taste in music. I love everything Literally From country to rock and everything in between
Anyone who thinks “everything” equals “From country to rock and everything in between” is living in a very narrow world indeed. Reminds me of the joke: “I like all kinds of music—Country and Western.”
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Keep flying low, Peter. After all this time, you must have picked up a basketful of collectic eggcorns for us.
Hatching new language, one eggcorn at a time.
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Thanks Kem. I now appear to be able to visit with impunity, but if I disappear again you’ll know why. As for that basket, would that it were so – unable to share them I learned to withstand the blandishments of those nests of possible eggcorns. That is, I stopped climbing trees and searching, but sometimes, as you know, they come looking for us.
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