I once knew someone who claimed that ghosts stole their keys when they were missing. Never mind that they almost never put them down in the same place twice π
So……djinns (thats the correct spelling) are the equivalent of angels in muslim mythology?
You learn something new every day….I always thought they were merely lost souls.
Then, where are the ephrits in Islam? Are they demons or something like that?
mmm, every time you hear a religious nut starts to make sense, and tries to sound like his believes are oh so reasonable, ask him if he believes in angels/jhinns
The bar maid must have a jinni bouncer to keep the ifrit-raff out.
Either that or J&Mo are missing out on the chance to call her on asserting absolute knowledge.
Dear Friends,
All will be clear to you with in moments of your Death. So have fun now and cry in Agony for all eternity.
HellFire is not RED or Orange or Yellow as Hollywood depicts but it is completely BLACK.
You can’t see anything and in that Darkness and Extreme Heat will begin your Journey towards increasing degrees of PAIN.
Good Luck to you all.
Where you are heading even Lady Luck herself can’t save you.
Bye
Just like to point out that lost cutlery is probably down to Anoia, Goddess of Things That Stick in Drawers. She also eats corkscrews, which I’d think probably extends to all ‘lost’ small items and other small annoyances….
My Roman-Catholic-to-Islam convert coworker attributed to a jinn the loss of her pen at our shared desk. She was learning Arabic and doing Koran studies, so either she didn’t get to the part where the imam explains the precise mystical plane where they inhabit yet, or they do indeed manifest in this realm.
Also, she gave me sh!t because I put a sticker with an animal face on her monitor.
Oh, and let’s thank Franci for that *really* informative warning.
After-death threats are ignorable to atheists and skeptics, didjaknow? But thanks anyway for playing! Your consolation prize will be a home version of this gameshow and a year’s supply of Rice-A-Roni: the San Francisco Treatβ’!
I wonder how Franci knows that HellFire(sic) is BLACK(sic)? And where in the Bible do we get to meet Lady Luck herself?
It’s a shame really that these loons won’t ever get the chance to find out they’re wrong, but at least it gives us an excuse to get our gloating in now, before it’s too late! And if we’re wrong? Oh well, c’est la vie.
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I shall fear no evil, for I am the meanest son-of-a-bastard in the valley.
Franci, have you and yours ever considered that the evidence is against you and you may be wrong? That you may be wasting the one brief moment in the light that you will ever have? That you will die, cease to exist and never, ever know how utterly wrong you were and how utterly futile all of your rancid posturing was?
Have you ever thought of all the good the religious could have done had they not wasted so much effort on vacuous mewlings of silliness?
No, I suppose not.
Well, not for long, anyway.
The idea that being dead is just the same as the universe was before you, as a person, were born is terrifying and I doubt that you could cope with it for long without an escape clause and safety blanket.
Real Men, adult beings can.
It’s dismaying and ugly and painful but it does let us see that hugging our loved ones is a far finer thing than burning them alive because they washed their neck with the wrong hand just because some cross-dresser pretends his imaginary friend told him that this would make a good law.
Franci, try it, try viewing this incredibly beautiful, magical, gorgeous world full of loving and nice people without the filter of hate and despair and filth that is your faith.
Look at the Mandelbrot Set and its relatives, Julia and Sierpinski. Look at Cassini and M57 and Third Sound. Look at the marvellous complexity of the living cell and be awed by how so many millions of them combine to form you.
Run in the park and sit in the dark watching the sky rotate. Hug a dog. Humans are truly blessed by the invention of dogs. We got a real bargain there.
Instead of bleating to an imaginary friend listen to a CD of panpipe music from the Andes and Japanese fishing songs.
Hug another dog. Dogs are fun.
It really is a better life. A nicer life. A life full of fun.
A life where we can take the piss out of thunder-gods without cowering under the bed.
A life where we can stand under a thunder-cloud and enjoy the storm. For the chances of getting hit, even should we take Dagda’s name in vain in our excitement, is minimal and the sheer joy of it is worth the risk.
Meanwhile, until you grow up, don’t be superstitious. Don’t call on false idols and false gods of other faiths or Big Daddy will spank you.
“Lady Luck” is definitely not a Christian god.
If you really believed in your faith you would be doing decades of penance for that one, mate.
N.B. “Men” as members of the species, Man. That does, of course, include the feminine ones. Can’t have a Man without the girls, that would be rude.
And boring.
Y’know, when I was smaller I would never have needed to mention this. Language is a moveable feast, it goes south in the 21st Century.
I thought the singular of Djin was “Djinni” thus making “Djinns” or “Jinns” the equivalent of “peoples”, super-collections, collections of collectives of individuals?
Barmaid’s joke is an example of how importing a word into English then attempting to Anglify its cases and declensions is funny but sometimes does not completely follow the rules of the tongue that word came from thus allowing for humorous constructions such as puns.
“Octopi” is perfectly good English in that its construction follows rules other words set, and slightly amusing, but it isn’t good Greek.
“Meeces” is worse and even funnier.
Examples where the English rulebook is correct though it overrides the original language, even English itself, are “Mediums” for those persons who intermediate between us and the ghosts though “media” is otherwise the better plural, “Spectrums” for a plurality of ancient computers and “mouses” for the interface devices they probably can’t use. In that context the “proper” English plural of “mice” is even wrong.
English is a lovely, evolving, flexible and entertaining language. One might even call it user-friendly which could make it our flexible friend.
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Groan … π
Hahahaha!!
I once knew someone who claimed that ghosts stole their keys when they were missing. Never mind that they almost never put them down in the same place twice π
ohhhh perfect………
And then there are those stone-washed jinns. π
Ah I wonder how long did Mo think to come up with all this bollocks! Or was everything just in the “reservoir”?
So……djinns (thats the correct spelling) are the equivalent of angels in muslim mythology?
You learn something new every day….I always thought they were merely lost souls.
Then, where are the ephrits in Islam? Are they demons or something like that?
The Jinn are just spirit beings according to Islam.
This time the author may have made a slip. IIRC Jinn don’t directly affect the physical realm. But well…
It is great.
If they’re hiding in a pub, they could be jinn-and-tonics …
OK, somebody had to say it
mmm, every time you hear a religious nut starts to make sense, and tries to sound like his believes are oh so reasonable, ask him if he believes in angels/jhinns
it’s hilarious.
@ MrGronk:
That word would be a great pun for the next episode.
The sad ones in the corner?
They’re just blue Jinns.
Ahh crap, after a few drinks we all dream of Jinny
Someone else had to add those.
http://boskolives.wordpress.com/
The bar maid must have a jinni bouncer to keep the ifrit-raff out.
Either that or J&Mo are missing out on the chance to call her on asserting absolute knowledge.
Dear Friends,
All will be clear to you with in moments of your Death. So have fun now and cry in Agony for all eternity.
HellFire is not RED or Orange or Yellow as Hollywood depicts but it is completely BLACK.
You can’t see anything and in that Darkness and Extreme Heat will begin your Journey towards increasing degrees of PAIN.
Good Luck to you all.
Where you are heading even Lady Luck herself can’t save you.
Bye
*Gasp!* Thanks for the warning, Franci! I have seen the light now! I’ve never had it explained to me so clearly!
(Yes, that is sarcasm)
Djinns ain’t spirits or angels or things like that in Islam, they are just creatures on another.. uhm.. plane is the word i suppose.. or dimension..
Just like to point out that lost cutlery is probably down to Anoia, Goddess of Things That Stick in Drawers. She also eats corkscrews, which I’d think probably extends to all ‘lost’ small items and other small annoyances….
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Discworld_gods#Anoia
My Roman-Catholic-to-Islam convert coworker attributed to a jinn the loss of her pen at our shared desk. She was learning Arabic and doing Koran studies, so either she didn’t get to the part where the imam explains the precise mystical plane where they inhabit yet, or they do indeed manifest in this realm.
Also, she gave me sh!t because I put a sticker with an animal face on her monitor.
Oh, and let’s thank Franci for that *really* informative warning.
After-death threats are ignorable to atheists and skeptics, didjaknow? But thanks anyway for playing! Your consolation prize will be a home version of this gameshow and a year’s supply of Rice-A-Roni: the San Francisco Treatβ’!
I wonder how Franci knows that HellFire(sic) is BLACK(sic)? And where in the Bible do we get to meet Lady Luck herself?
It’s a shame really that these loons won’t ever get the chance to find out they’re wrong, but at least it gives us an excuse to get our gloating in now, before it’s too late! And if we’re wrong? Oh well, c’est la vie.
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I shall fear no evil, for I am the meanest son-of-a-bastard in the valley.
Franci, have you and yours ever considered that the evidence is against you and you may be wrong? That you may be wasting the one brief moment in the light that you will ever have? That you will die, cease to exist and never, ever know how utterly wrong you were and how utterly futile all of your rancid posturing was?
Have you ever thought of all the good the religious could have done had they not wasted so much effort on vacuous mewlings of silliness?
No, I suppose not.
Well, not for long, anyway.
The idea that being dead is just the same as the universe was before you, as a person, were born is terrifying and I doubt that you could cope with it for long without an escape clause and safety blanket.
Real Men, adult beings can.
It’s dismaying and ugly and painful but it does let us see that hugging our loved ones is a far finer thing than burning them alive because they washed their neck with the wrong hand just because some cross-dresser pretends his imaginary friend told him that this would make a good law.
Franci, try it, try viewing this incredibly beautiful, magical, gorgeous world full of loving and nice people without the filter of hate and despair and filth that is your faith.
Look at the Mandelbrot Set and its relatives, Julia and Sierpinski. Look at Cassini and M57 and Third Sound. Look at the marvellous complexity of the living cell and be awed by how so many millions of them combine to form you.
Run in the park and sit in the dark watching the sky rotate. Hug a dog. Humans are truly blessed by the invention of dogs. We got a real bargain there.
Instead of bleating to an imaginary friend listen to a CD of panpipe music from the Andes and Japanese fishing songs.
Hug another dog. Dogs are fun.
It really is a better life. A nicer life. A life full of fun.
A life where we can take the piss out of thunder-gods without cowering under the bed.
A life where we can stand under a thunder-cloud and enjoy the storm. For the chances of getting hit, even should we take Dagda’s name in vain in our excitement, is minimal and the sheer joy of it is worth the risk.
Meanwhile, until you grow up, don’t be superstitious. Don’t call on false idols and false gods of other faiths or Big Daddy will spank you.
“Lady Luck” is definitely not a Christian god.
If you really believed in your faith you would be doing decades of penance for that one, mate.
N.B. “Men” as members of the species, Man. That does, of course, include the feminine ones. Can’t have a Man without the girls, that would be rude.
And boring.
Y’know, when I was smaller I would never have needed to mention this. Language is a moveable feast, it goes south in the 21st Century.
I thought the singular of Djin was “Djinni” thus making “Djinns” or “Jinns” the equivalent of “peoples”, super-collections, collections of collectives of individuals?
Barmaid’s joke is an example of how importing a word into English then attempting to Anglify its cases and declensions is funny but sometimes does not completely follow the rules of the tongue that word came from thus allowing for humorous constructions such as puns.
“Octopi” is perfectly good English in that its construction follows rules other words set, and slightly amusing, but it isn’t good Greek.
“Meeces” is worse and even funnier.
Examples where the English rulebook is correct though it overrides the original language, even English itself, are “Mediums” for those persons who intermediate between us and the ghosts though “media” is otherwise the better plural, “Spectrums” for a plurality of ancient computers and “mouses” for the interface devices they probably can’t use. In that context the “proper” English plural of “mice” is even wrong.
English is a lovely, evolving, flexible and entertaining language. One might even call it user-friendly which could make it our flexible friend.
Or not.