I want to say that my life could not be any more colorless than it is. But I suspect the proper English would be, "could not be any less colorful" (which frankly sounds lame to me.) I'll go with Orwell's advice and violate the rule rather than say the latter (which I consider downright barbarous.)
I want to say that my life could not be any more colorless than it is. But I suspect the proper English would be, "could not be any less colorful" (which frankly sounds lame to me.) I'll go with Orwell's advice and violate the rule rather than say the latter (which I consider downright barbarous.)
The most colorful thing I've ever done (the least colorless?) I suppose was get a Ph.D. in philosophy. One of the accidentally smartest things I've ever done is enlist. By pure dumb luck I missed all of the shooting wars, and now have VA healthcare. Without the latter, my life would be in ruinously bad straits. I'd likely have colon cancer by now, and still not be aware of the fact until I was at stage 4 and the symptoms were beyond denying.
I will be forever indebted to those people for helping you maintain your good health. It is OWED TO YOU. You were of service to our country. I think you deserve a lot of good things.
"Treat every man after his desert and who shall 'scape whipping?"
I confess that it was REALLY hard the first few times I went to the VA. Here were people who served in Vietnam, Korea, Iraq. The nearest I ever came to combat was when the Bader-Meinhof blew up the Officers' Club in Frankfurt. I was just an SP4 and hardly knew if I should boo or cheer. I finally said something, and this doctor just looked at me like I was mildly retarded (I know, I'm not supposed to use that word) and said, "Look. You signed a contract. You fulfilled your part of that contract to the letter. Now it's our turn."
So I go to the VA. Thank doG for socialized medicine.
I want to say that my life could not be any more colorless than it is. But I suspect the proper English would be, "could not be any less colorful" (which frankly sounds lame to me.) I'll go with Orwell's advice and violate the rule rather than say the latter (which I consider downright barbarous.)
The most colorful thing I've ever done (the least colorless?) I suppose was get a Ph.D. in philosophy. One of the accidentally smartest things I've ever done is enlist. By pure dumb luck I missed all of the shooting wars, and now have VA healthcare. Without the latter, my life would be in ruinously bad straits. I'd likely have colon cancer by now, and still not be aware of the fact until I was at stage 4 and the symptoms were beyond denying.
I will be forever indebted to those people for helping you maintain your good health. It is OWED TO YOU. You were of service to our country. I think you deserve a lot of good things.
"Treat every man after his desert and who shall 'scape whipping?"
I confess that it was REALLY hard the first few times I went to the VA. Here were people who served in Vietnam, Korea, Iraq. The nearest I ever came to combat was when the Bader-Meinhof blew up the Officers' Club in Frankfurt. I was just an SP4 and hardly knew if I should boo or cheer. I finally said something, and this doctor just looked at me like I was mildly retarded (I know, I'm not supposed to use that word) and said, "Look. You signed a contract. You fulfilled your part of that contract to the letter. Now it's our turn."
So I go to the VA. Thank doG for socialized medicine.