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Name: Eogahn Faolan-Ade
Gender: Male


Interests: Th' spreading an' absorbing o' wisdom, th' smoking o' pipes, the sharing o' pints, th' partaking o' shepard's pie, an' playing m' acordian.
Expertise: Wisdom
Occupation: Retired printer an' shoe cobbl
Industry: Printing an' shoe making


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Member Since: 7/9/2006

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Friday, July 21, 2006

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Precision measuring tools (Precision measuring tools) (Precision measuring tools)
By William Knapp
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Top o' th' morning to ye, dear readers!

There seams t' be some confusion out 'n the Xanga commun'ty on the differences between a compass an' a protractor.  According t' dictionary.com
Protractor: "A semicircular instrument for measuring and constructing angles."  See below.
 

Compass: "A V-shaped device for describing circles or circular arcs and for taking measurements, consisting of a pair of rigid, end-hinged legs, one of which is equipped with a pen, pencil, or other marker and the other with a sharp point providing a pivot about which the drawing leg is turned."  See below



Me advice: Pick th' compass over th' protractor if ye ever be involved in fisticuffs, unless ye be deadly skilled in slapping a clear plast'c semi-circle against anoth'rs forehead.

Cheers!
Sir Eogahn Faolan-Ade O'Lochlainn o' Belfast


Monday, July 10, 2006

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1001 All-natural Secrets to a Pest-free Property
By Myles H. Bader
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Top o' th' mornin' to ye!  Tis I, Sir Eogahn Faolan-Ade O'Lochlainn, knower o' crafts, do'r o' deeds, and decider o' the fate o' the wee hedgehogs I find niblin' on me cabage plants out in th' garden.  'Ere I sit in me little cotage just outside o' Belfast, in me homelan' o' Ireland!  I must say that I know little o' these electrickery word machines nor the way the' talk t' each oth'r over th' so call'd "int'rnet".  Th' truely greatest machines ar' those built wi' ye bare 'ands an' not these confounded boxes o' blinkin' lights and wires!  N'vertheless, I have my faithfull 'ouse maid, Mrs Cobblebrook, typin' th' words out o' me mouth as i speak th'm. 

Tis 'n hon'rable gesture o' Mr. Advice t' ask me t' join th' Wisd'm Council.  As I 'ave been told, there be a great lack o' wisdom out in th' comun'ty o' Xanga.  I shall do wh't I can to upturn th' pot o' gold that many o' ye have let waste away 'ere in Xanga . . . .

But thru th' window me eye sees anoth'r confound'd hedgehog in me patch o' cabages!  Blast it Mrs. Cobblebrook!  Stop typing an' grab me garden hoe - this h'dgehog carcass will join the oth'rs that b' piked and burried!  Hand me cain ov'r 'ere.  Blast it lassie, STOP TYP'N I say!!