Guo Si and Nevtalathiel: Enough of this Eastern Mythology! Chickens were born to suffer and struggle.

Chicken against Nature: Usually a fox, but sometimes weasels.

Chicken Against Man: Boiled, roasted, or Fried.

Chicken Against Chicken: The Eternal Struggle of the Cock-Pit.

So why did the Chicken cross the Greenway: Because it was there!

Are you calling me some twisted mutation Gimli?! Why, I'll make you squeal like a chicken! Wait... do chickens squeal? *shrugs*

chickens are Maia.This proves it. They're invincible.

[ June 23, 2002: Message edited by: Gimli Son Of Gloin ]

hey gimli, what is with you and that headless chicken thing???? (just wondering)
i am half elf, half dog. i dont know what the gollum part is there for. heh heh heh.

No one replied to it the last, what, eight times I posted it? You're the first one that said anything! <font size="72">THANK YOU!<font size="2">

youre welcome, i guess.
but what is with that headless chicken thing??? it's really weird.

Chickens only need their brainstem to survive.

The chicken constitutes a principled intervention into cultural politics. It understands the need for strategies to resist the hegemony of cultural artefacts such as the Greenaway or the other side. As the chicken theorizes itself, it achieves its own power. That is why Tolkien chose to talk turkey.

aka, *bump*

[ October 29, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]

Yes, I think I read something similar in Alan D. Sokal's brilliant Social Texts article . . . [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img]

LOL, Turambar, Alan D. Sokal and his Social Texts are both things of which I have never heard. It is so easy to parody this fowl stuff. [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img]

Bethberry

[ October 30, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]

Mithadan old chap, is your pun-wraith still in service? I would press upon you for its employment, if I may...

Rimbaud old chap,

Before you preen yourself, let me remind you that ~~The tygers of reform are worse than the wraiths of instruction.~~ [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img]

Bethberry

[ October 30, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]

And if there was no one there to actually see said chicken cross said greenway, who's to say it wasn't already on the other side?

I saw sharku's first post and started laughing and considered posting a quick LOL to let him know I got the joke, I scrolled down a little ways more and found I had already done so, some 6 months ago [img]smilies/eek.gif[/img]

Good joke by Kate too, shadow wings.

And since this is already a silly thread, I don't feel bad about this non-contributing post.

(inspired by Cuthalion)

If the chicken had been pierced by a Morgul blade, it wouldn't even need to cross the Greenway to get to the other side.

What came first? The chicken, or the egg?

And if the chicken was Tolkien, maybe he was crossing the greenway to escape the industrialization that was sweeping the countryside of Middle-earth. He hated industry, that chicken did.

Maybe his wings were broken so he couldn't fly to the other side of the greenway. Maybe he was so much into the session of deep thought and contemplation that regularly overcomes chickens that he forgot to fly. Maybe was afraid of flying.

[ October 30, 2002: Message edited by: TolkienGurl ]

So, if the chicken was afraid of flying, how would this chicken get across the greenway? Dance, walk, run? As for summoning up the courage to cross the greenway, what about the chicken's personality? Would that not be important in how and why it crosses the Greenway?

What traits in this chicken reflect us? Is the chicken being afraid to cross the road somehow reflective of a chicken-like sense in us, as we have fear, or are we indeed all chickens inside?

Couldn't help but find this topic interesting, since in class today I was forced to watch a toy chicken dance and sing. Oh well, my english teachers had two wee toy dogs that danced and sung Singing in the Rain. Don't ask.

Whether the chicken crosses the Greenway or the Greeway crosses the chicken depends entirely on your frame of reference.

In the realm of self-perception, we are not what we think we are, nor are we what others think we are. We are what we think others think we are. Therefore, if others think you are a chicken, then a chicken you are, regardless of how you perceive yourself.

Tol(chic)kien obviously understood this. Finding it hard to soar with eagles when running with chickens in real life, he created an idealized, perfected chicken as a story character. I propound that Gwaihir is an authorial self-insertion into LOTR, not as he actually lived, but what he wanted to be deep in his heart!!

And upon this point there can be no debate -- eagles had wings.

Re: the Balrog -- perhaps in a moment of meditating on the deep evils of mankind, Tolkien envisioned the Balrog as man in his most depraved state. The reference to wings (real or shadow) is a poignant symbolism for the chicken-wings of fallen man, dark, vast, wreathed in impressive smoke and flames, but ultimately useless, "full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." (Let not the readers of this post think that I am in any way comparing, by this particular Shakespearean reference, the works of Tolkien to "a tale told by an idiot" -- that tale is embodied in the collective posts which make up this thread.)

BTW, chickens don't fly much. [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img]

What if the chicken is flying an airplane, though? Then they can fly until they run out of fuel.

(But Rachel, can chickens fly airplanes?)

Thank you for asking that, adorable little child always sitting in the first row with obnoxious questions! Why can a chicken not fly an airplane?

(Because they don't have opposable thumbs. Well, come to think of it, they don't have hands at all!)

Well...maybe they are using the Force!

(Isn't this a Lord of the Rings site?)

Okay, well, we like Star Wars too, right?

Okay...that was stupid, pointless, and random...I'm sorry...

gimli hunny, i think you should go have a little lie down...u dont think maybe you and mikes relationship is a little, well...oh never mind...

wow 3 pages on a chicken. This thing could win prizes!

It really depends on the type of chicken, whether it can fly or not. There are some selectivly bred ones which are too fat to fly, some, on the other hand, fly everywhere and couldn't live without their wings, a very annoying quality when you're trying to fence them in.

And there are other types of chicken scientists were trying to breed that had no chance of flying- the had no feathers

Why did the chicken cross the road? ...
Aragorn: Let the guide go first, if you have one.
Saruman: He comes to Isengard seeking My Counsel.
Boromir: It was a plain road, though it led through a hedge of thorns.
Eowyn: More than anything else he feared a cage.
Bilbo: The road goes ever on...
Frodo: The chicken could have waited til Bilbo's birthday before he set off.
Sam: Chicken and Chips by S. Gamgee-- you couldn't say no to that.
Gollum: Give me chicken now, and keep nassty chips.

A question oft pondered by the greatest of minds. However, the question has been answered already by the philosophers of old. Actuality precedes potentiality, they said, and since the chicken is an actual chicken--whereas the egg is but a potential chicken--the chicken thus came before the egg.

Not to mention eggs can't, eh...

I believe greater scientific knowledge has disavowed that notion, Sud. The genetic code that is the chicken is in place and extant within the egg, before the fowl creature has emerged. Hence, a practical and applicable model for the answer that the ovine concept supercedes any poultry notion otherwise.

Philosophically, but with a biological bent, there is another reason. Chickens were not always chickens. They evolved from something close to today's chickens, the oft-feared pre-chicken chicken (PCC). The PCC in turn evolved from the Pre-PCC and so on. In each evolutionary shift, the work was done in the coding, which as previously studied, was present in the egg.

At the evolutionary drop-off point, where accurate chicken-classifiers (ACC) would determine the PCC had stopped being a PCC and was now just a C, it would be the egg of the C that preceded the C and 'came first'. Interesting for ACCs to think of the PCC nurturing the C to health and adulthood, not realising it was soon to be supplanted. The death of PC, finally.

My tongue has pierced my cheek. Ouch.

...and where, dear Rimbaud, is the connection to Tolkien in there???

...and how do your evolutionary musings jive with the Myths Tranformed version of Morgoth twisting innocent chickens into the fell steeds eventually employed by the Nazgûl circa T.A. 3019?

P.S. - Chickens were always chickens, since the pre-chicken chicken is not a chicken per se.

[ November 24, 2002: Message edited by: Mister Underhill ]

No one ever said "which came first, the chicken or the chicken egg" therefore I take it to not just mean chicken-egg and things were laying eggs long before chickens were around.

There you are! Some of my logic for you!

Do you know what I learned today (on the subject of fowl)? That they genetically breed Thanksgiving turkeys to have so much meat on them that they physically do not survive more than a year. The longest one lived was 3 years once. So, all of the turkeys the president pardons die within the year anyway. And yes, you non-U.S.A.-dwellers, our president pardons turkeys!

[ December 04, 2002: Message edited by: VanimaEdhel ]

Feathering the nest
 

This thread deserves to be honoured by its own icon.

http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y64...ickenicon1.jpg

Ah. One of my favourite persons! His quotes are always good to read when there's a serious problem needed to be sorted and when God doesn't seem to want to help.

And plus I like his frankness. :p

::Looks at cards::


I see your icon, and raise you a chocolate.

http://www.laughingmoonltd.com/icon/4130s.jpg

But if a chicken crosses the Greenway and there's nobody there to hear, did it still cross?

How can one comment on what one does not know. A better question, Oddwen, is: when nobody is looking do the chicken and the Greenway even exist?

How many chickens can dance on a pinhead?

23. There's a night of my life I'll never get back. :rolleyes:

The art of looking sideways
 

A chicken is just the egg's way of making another egg.

because he wanted us to all discuss his reason for crossing it in the first place.