A response...

Here are some questions I received about this post (from another site, where I cross post everything - well almost everything):

I have some questions:You left out an element here (no pun intended). Who’s doing the cooking? Why are the bubbles boorish? To spite the ordinary water? And are the bubbles really friends?At what point does the watched warning wax wicked?

I will try to take these in order and to answer the questions to the best of my abilities.

Who’s doing the cooking?

You know the movie about the rat that can cook and controls the red headed guy by pulling his hair? It's not that guy or the rat. The cook is the Great They. The Great They (or GT*) is well know to everyone and anyone who pays attention to the world. The GT are not hidden, as you can hear them being referenced in newspapers, online, on TV, in fact almost everywhere. Some examples: "They stole my monkey!" or "They snuck in my car and turned up the volume on my radio!" Sometimes the GT are more nefarious, as in: "They control everything, ya know, from the internet to the MSM; they shot JFK and MLK**; they are watching us!" Thus, the question of who is cooking is easily answered by "They are!"
*The Great Infinite They or Great They can be abbreviated as shown or by the less common, but more telling GIT.
**GIT particularly dislikes those whose name end in 'K' as demonstrated by the example. GIT was not responsible for AL's death. Notice too, that GIT only goes after leaders with THREE initial in their popular names, and not those with two. I have since dropped my middle initial in common parlance to avoid being on anyone's list.

Why are the bubbles boorish?

Short answer: Ask their wives. For a more detailed explanation, we must turn to a little known and over appreciated 17th century poet. Very few details remain to provide insight into the life of this poet. We do know that the poet enjoyed a healthy obsession with alliteration. His least know poem is mostly forgotten and lost. Probably because it was not known very well. A snippet is reproduced here as reproducing the full poem would violate copyright law and would tax my alliterative reserve.


Bouncing, Boiling Bubbles, Boorish
Welcome well water washed
Scrubbed scalded scolded scion
Nomad, Nomad, Nomad, None

I have no idea what it means, but I have a pretty good idea of why no one remembers this poem. So, there you have it, Boorish Bubbles. The poet's name was said to be Duncan. Hope that helps.

To spite the ordinary water?

Bubble number 765433 was asked his motivation (No sexism here, be warned! The bubbles are boorish and everyone knows that females cannot be boorish, at least not as bubbles. Besides, look at the bubbles and I defy you to tell me that they are sexed incorrectly. I'll wait here while you look....) and he replied, "What!? Now doan go ascribin' 'uman characterissics to us bubbles!" This sentiment was reflected by almost every bubble we spoke to, only with better grammar and pronunciation. The only exception was bubble number 12, who indicated that he'd shown up because number 8 had said that the women would be hot.

And are the bubbles really friends?

The Soggsby Group, in a survey of a representative sampling of a cohort of bubbles circa Great Boiling of 12 September 2007, came to the following conclusion: 13.6% of those polled described themselves as very friendly, 48.2% as friendly, 11.4% as less friendly, but not particularly mean. These same respondents also indicated by a majority, 77.3%, that they would enjoy boiling with the same cohort again. A stunning 97.1% described their fellow boilers as being friendly and "fun to bump into." The poll had a margin of error or 2%. After reviewing the data, the New York Bubble Times declared that the bubbles did not like each other. Foxy Bubble News correspondent, Jeraldo Riviera, could not be reached for comment since he was busy uncovering Al Caponte's secret cache of Soda and Pop. So, I guess this question will have to remain up in the air.


At what point does the watched warning wax wicked?

Ah, the heart of the matter and the point at which seriousness has to reach a boiling point. The original point of the post was warning signs and how we tend to ignore them. If we ignore warnings in ourselves or others, things may get out of control. This is true in many aspects of life. I had been thinking of the warning signs in my own life when I began this. I was thinking of how I feel that at times I am at the boiling point and no one seems to notice. The post then took on a life of its own and I got silly with it. I don't like the word silly, it sound so, well, silly. It is, however, the best descriptor. To wax philosophic or perhaps religious, I think that sometimes when we need something it can be provided for us in interesting and frankly weird ways. While I began that post in all seriousness, I ended up not depressing myself further by getting all glum with it. Perhaps I can see the hand of God in this misdirection that ended up lifting my mood and turning down the water temperature, at least temporarily.

To more properly answer the oddly alliterative question, I have a question of my own. Is wax, or can wax, be wicked? And wicked in what sense. Wicked as in, "that's a wicked cool car your brother has," or wicked as in evil? I know wax can have a wick, so in that sense is it wicked? It has been my experience that warnings tend to wane instead of wax. So, is this an atypical warning that waxes? Is this a tidal warning that alternately waxes and wanes? and finally, where am I going with this?

As always, by Ocam's Razor, there is a short answer. And the answer is 3. Don't know if I spelled the razor's name right, though. Even if I did misspell it, the answer is still 3.