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 Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 8:29 am
stare Fine, no hugs for you.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 8:31 am
ninja *ninja hugs you*
You never see them coming.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 8:32 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 8:34 am
*takes a bite of a fake cookie and realizes it tastes like the rest*
Either I am a terrible cook, or I'm really good at ceramics.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 8:38 am
*shrugs* They're still delicous.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 8:39 am
True, but I'm not sure of the merits of eating paint.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 8:42 am
Paint fumes let you journey to the happy place in your head @_@ domokun
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 8:43 am
My head isn't a safe place to journey in.
(Ah! I ended a sentence with a preposition!)
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 8:44 am
Why?
(Big deal, grammar is a waste of time.)
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 8:48 am
Because, while I often times don't act like it, I am something of a grammar freak. I wanted to major in lexicography, but after meeting the people in that field I'm not so sure.
Have you ever read Lewis Carroll's Jabberwocky? Yeah, that's how I like to speak.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 8:50 am
Whats lexicography?
Nope never even heard of that book.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 8:57 am
If you don't know what lexicography is, you're not cool enough to know. cool
As for Jabberwocky, here it is (all from memory sucker)...
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 9:02 am
My computer is shutting down in 20 seconds because my teacher is evil and shutting it down remotely
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 9:05 am
Evil teacher? Burn her/him/it at the stake!
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 9:06 am
" The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! " I love that line. Ahh.....Hmm. I remember the live action version of Alice in Wonderland with the Jabberwocky that showed up with flashes of lighting... I also remember being about 5 and hidding behind the couch.
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