#board

When I'm online, I'm alone in a room, tapping on a keyboard, staring at a cathode-ray tube. ↗

— Clifford Stoll

#i #keyboard #online #room #staring

The only place I considered home was the boarding school, in Yorkshire, my parents sent me to. ↗

— Joe Strummer

#boarding school #considered #home #i #me

My father bought me a little cardboard accordion, and when I was three I got this little machine. ↗

— Toots Thielemans

#bought #cardboard #father #got #i

There's a clip where he had someone miming me running around from keyboard to keyboard. Oh dear, I am sure a lot of people didn't know what he was going on about. ↗

— Keith Emerson

#am #around #clip #dear #going

It defies common sense that stores are fined for selling toy guns to children, but someone who isn't even allowed to board an airplane in this country can purchase as many real guns he wants with no questions asked. ↗

— Carolyn McCarthy

#allowed #asked #board #children #common

Proposals to forbid golf courses have about the same motivations as proposals to forbid skate boarding, although the rationalizations are different. ↗

— John McCarthy

#although #boarding #courses #different #forbid

It was well said—by Jean Tarrou in The Plague, I think—that attendance at lectures in an unknown language will help to hone one's awareness of the exceedingly slow passage of time. I once had the experience of being 'waterboarded' and can now dimly appreciate how much every second counts in the experience of the torture victim, forced to go on enduring what is unendurable. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#torture #waterboarding #experience

Most board meetings amount to little more than intellectual masturbation. There are ideas that cause thrills, chills, and satisfaction, but there is no impregnation. Nothing is ever born of them. It’s intellectual masturbation. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#business #masturbation #success #business

So once the zookeeper realized it was the monkeys who stole the bananas, he knew there was only one way he'd be able to get them back." "How?" I whispered. My throat was so sore. "Don't talk. He had to beat them in shuffleboard, of course." "What?" "I said don't talk. Monkeys love shuffleboard." He used a page from a homework assignment he'd failed and a stack of quarters to make a shuffleboard court. I watched the monkeys and the zookeepers have their showdown while I sipped the last of my applejuice. "Need more?" Graham asked me without looking up, when my straw skidded against the dry bottom of the box. "Uh uh." "You're supposed to drink juice." "I just drank some." "More, though." I shook my head. "Drink more juice or the monkeys are going to kill you. The only thing they love more than shuffleboard is beating up dehydrated sick boys. ↗

— Hannah Moskowitz

#monkeys #shuffleboard #sickness #love

Knightley Academy stood out against the moonlight in silhouette, a ramshackle collection of chimneys, turrets and gables. Both boys stopped to take in the sight of the manicured lawns and tangled woods, the soaring chapel and the ivy-covered brick of the headmaster's house. They were home. For this, Henry felt, was home. Not some foreign castle encircled by guard towers, but this cozy, bizarre assortment of buildings with its gossiping kitchen maids and eccentric professors and clever students. ↗

— Violet Haberdasher

#inspirational #knightley-academy #school #inspirational