A transcript of the late Sir Richard Dimbleby commentating during the Queen's coronation in 1953 upon the ancient ceremony of the presentation of the five trays of ice-cubes by the Royal Queen's Own New Orleanian Refrigerators, the White Goods Regiment (as depicted by
froggy) in suitably hushed tones.
A stiff letter to the
BBC and the National Lottery pointing out that statistically some of those people who don't claim their lottery payouts must fail to do so because they've like fricking died since buying the ticket, so have a little more respect for the possibilities, m'kay?
A deeply unoriginal rant about how I just realised your fashionable religious fundamentalism makes perfect sense if we're all living in a Horror Movie where one false move and Sir Freddy of Krueger (as portrayed by His Royal Highness the Prince of Lies) will come and attend to us personally at this precise instant, and thus the heathens are endangering all by not being appropriately paranoid, especially about sex -- which as the prophet Wes Craven told us, as if we didn't know already, is always a bad move in a Horror Movie. Probably as a not very interesting reply to a post on either pandagon or slacktivist.
Also, Einstein has left the building. EINSTEIN HAS LEFT THE BUILDING.