Serving what, overpriced draught at The Shannon?
sorry, couldn’t help myself…
Serving what, overpriced draught at The Shannon?
sorry, couldn’t help myself…
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oh ha ha ha!
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
I won’t share my motto with the hoi polloi, but I think Uncle Dub from Venita, OK, had a few good ones:
“Won’ kill ya.”
and…
“Eh, it’ll be alright.”
Hehe. Those flob moral compasses flipping and hissing like Geiger counters.
So, have we all done our mission statements?
What doesn’t kill you makes you weaker.
That’s true, but it’s not actually my motto. My motto? – Glory to the Empire! Glory to the Empire! Glory to the Empire!
I have a few that I switch between. (is that allowed?)
“To each his own” when I’m generous
“To itch his own” when I’ve been sitting on the saddle for too long
“Do to others before they do unto you” for when I’m selfish
“Out of my way, motherfuckers” for when I’m mad, or racing
and another one that’s apt most of the time:
“If you want something done properly, do it yourself (except surgery)”
It’s a golden oldie. It’s the third and fourth lines of the third verse of a very crude song from the 1980s 
“Drink Canada dry”-more of a moral imperative.
“Let’s push it off the pier and see if it floats to the surface.”-I seem to say that a lot.
Wait I have a new motto now.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
Not “It is by will alone I set my mind in motion. It is by the juice of Sapho that thoughts acquire speed, the lips acquire stains, stains become a warning. It is by will alone I set my mind in motion.” ?
“Just close your eyes.”
T.
And you don’t forget that, if you are, say, a little over-refreshed?
my motto = win lotto
And you don’t forget that, if you are, say, a little over-refreshed?[/quote]
No prob. Just re-boot and get on with it.
“First step back to leap farther.”
“Shake it off.”
“If you’re going through hell don’t stop.”
“The only way to be assured of failure is to quit.”
“If she’s giving it away, there’s something wrong with it.”
“So you’re not crazy like me–that doesn’t mean you’re not crazy.”
“I’m still looking for that adult role model.”
“Never put off until tomorrow what you can put off until next week.”
Mottoes are traditionally found in heraldry. In English tradition they go on a scroll under the escutcheon, in Scotland they go over the escutcheon. Tradition and practicality favors very short phrases.
If I ever receive a grant of arms, I would like my motto to read:
My former landlady once mentioned a desire to have a certain phrase tattooed around her obscene lips:
(The reader may be interested to know that she was quite fat, smelled like a bag lady, and lived in a converted garage piled high with rotting junk that she could never bring herself to throw out. Oh yes, and not only was there no shower, but the toilet was in the middle and had a shower curtain around it for privacy.)
And then there’s this gem from Frank Herbert’s “Dune Messiah”:
But the most important motto of all:
And so say we all: Amen.
“And our credo: ‘Sic gorgiamus allos subjectatos nunc’ — ‘We gladly feast on those who would subdue us’. Not just pretty words.” — Morticia Addams
Is a credo the same as a motto?
Erm…I’d rather have this bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy?