Let's keep this short, because there's another doomed bird in my chimney...
First up, here's another slice of wilfully-retro and indulgent holiday reading for perpetua54, and anyone else who might enjoy some classic Edgar Rice Burroughs lost world genre fiction:
Pellucidar. http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/605
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Next, and I'm grateful to upstart_crow for the tip-off about this one, if I told you that I quite enjoy eating spaghetti, and intend to spend an entire day eating spaghetti in order to raise cash for some charity or other, I'd expect the raised eyebrows and looks of pity to come as standard.
Okay, maybe not eating spaghetti. How about...I dunno...masturbating?
Yeah, somehow that seems like a much closer analogy:
http://community.livejournal.com/blogathon_2008/
Just send whichever bunch of semi-disorganised hopeless freaks or misfits you happen to feel "a bit sorry for" a damned cheque, and quit trying to taint the hobby of blogging with your guilt-laden excess of free time, will ya?
F*ckin' wasters.*
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Okay, the party's swinging!
*Tumbleweeds.*
Michael Scott Fan Club membership application form, anyone?
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Ah, screw the list**. No one likes origin stories that mess up the mythology, anyway...
Why, it's the finest digital bog paper known to man and gargoyle!
(Yeah, the subtitle's staying. Guess you lost that bet, huh?)
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I blame Bill Oddie, and his fellow twitcher fanatics. If the tiny, spuriously dinosaur-related no-hopers aren't endlessly crapping on my gargoyles' heads, then they're flying around, not looking where they're bloody going, and falling down my damned chimney.
Crack out the airguns, Stan - it's snack time...
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Edit: skepoet? You're in.
But if you start pissing about, changing your username, promoting some weird, "designer handbag" flavour of Catholicism, or deleting your Journal for no good reason, then I'll drop you like a friggin' stone.
Because if you believe half the shite pumped out by the little egomaniacs around here, that's what I'm like. ;o)
llawen? You too. Same deal.
*Dear God, look at 'em. They're in the same camp as those weird, speed-writing "NANOWRIMO" keyboard-botherers. (Or they will be, come the revolution. We'll make sure of that, don't worry.)
**http://sensaes.livejournal.com/563931.html
Pellucidar. http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/605
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Next, and I'm grateful to upstart_crow for the tip-off about this one, if I told you that I quite enjoy eating spaghetti, and intend to spend an entire day eating spaghetti in order to raise cash for some charity or other, I'd expect the raised eyebrows and looks of pity to come as standard.
Okay, maybe not eating spaghetti. How about...I dunno...masturbating?
Yeah, somehow that seems like a much closer analogy:
http://community.livejournal.com/blogathon_2008/
Just send whichever bunch of semi-disorganised hopeless freaks or misfits you happen to feel "a bit sorry for" a damned cheque, and quit trying to taint the hobby of blogging with your guilt-laden excess of free time, will ya?
F*ckin' wasters.*
____________________________
Okay, the party's swinging!
*Tumbleweeds.*
Michael Scott Fan Club membership application form, anyone?
____________________________
Ah, screw the list**. No one likes origin stories that mess up the mythology, anyway...
Why, it's the finest digital bog paper known to man and gargoyle!
(Yeah, the subtitle's staying. Guess you lost that bet, huh?)
____________________________
I blame Bill Oddie, and his fellow twitcher fanatics. If the tiny, spuriously dinosaur-related no-hopers aren't endlessly crapping on my gargoyles' heads, then they're flying around, not looking where they're bloody going, and falling down my damned chimney.
Crack out the airguns, Stan - it's snack time...
____________________________
Edit: skepoet? You're in.
But if you start pissing about, changing your username, promoting some weird, "designer handbag" flavour of Catholicism, or deleting your Journal for no good reason, then I'll drop you like a friggin' stone.
Because if you believe half the shite pumped out by the little egomaniacs around here, that's what I'm like. ;o)
llawen? You too. Same deal.
*Dear God, look at 'em. They're in the same camp as those weird, speed-writing "NANOWRIMO" keyboard-botherers. (Or they will be, come the revolution. We'll make sure of that, don't worry.)
**http://sensaes.livejournal.com/563931.html