Out with the Old, In with the New
New year, new Ko-konspiratorial komments.
If you haven’t seen them yet, please read The Rules.
Date: January 1, 2006
Categories: Random craziness
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Life, the universe, pies, hot-pink bunnies, world domination, and everything
New year, new Ko-konspiratorial komments.
If you haven’t seen them yet, please read The Rules.
Date: January 1, 2006
Categories: Random craziness
AXA WINS FIRST POST AWARD!!!
You haven’t added me to the list of members yet.
Happy New Year.
Maybe, since it’s a new year, the worls will magically turn into a better place. Maybe there isn’t someone out there right now, dying as I type.
Dang happiness always makes me grumpy.
welcome to 2006. 2 hrs. late. I was busy drinking sprite+sherbet and playing apples to apples Well…fun times. yeah. night peoples. sooo tired.
well peoples, tis 2006 and i stayed up very very late writing my play, which i just have to show you, because none of my friends read muse and they wouldn’t understand it.
unfortunately, the writing thread is dead so i will just have to post it here. *coughimjustbeingevilcough* it’s very long. and really bad. heheheh…
if you make a writing thread, or a muse fanfiction thread, feel free to zap it there.
Em’s really bad and randomly-spontaneous play that she wrote for no reason
Chokilt!
Cast:
Weird Guy: Some muse worshiper who is not very smart (m)
Prisoner: Leader of STOAIBOK (Stop The Obnoxious And Immature Behavior Of Kokopelli) (m)
Assistant 1: WG’s first assistant (m)
Assistant 2: WG’s second assistant (f)
Dead Guy: guy who is dead but not really but we’re just calling him that cause its funny (m)
The Great Kokopelli: well if you don’t know who Koko is then it might be time to find out. Try the fan page. (DO NOT LOOK KOKOPELLI UP ON WIKIPEDIA) (m.)
WG: Bring in the prisoner!
P: Hello.
WG: Shut up! We have reviewed your case and determined your punishment-
P: Who is this “we†you’re talking about? You’re the only one here.
WG: I said shut up! Your punishment shall be…DEATH BY CHOKLIT!!!!!!!!!!!
P: Choklit?
WG: Yes! The Book of Muse : “All persons who mock the Great Kokopelli shall be executed by choklit!â€
P: Mock the great kokopelli?
WG: You are the leader of STOAIBOK are you not?
P: Yes, but-
WG: And you were marching outside the Muse headquarters waving a “DOWN WITH KOKOPELLI SIGN” and yelling “DEATH TO THE EVIL KOKOPELLI”, right?
P: Yes, but-
WG: So! You are guilty! Bring in the choklit!
A1: *grunts* Here is your choklit…
A2: And here is more choklit. How much choklit do we need?
P: What is choklit?
WG: Alas! Dost thou knowest not what choklit beeth?
P: Of course not! And why are you suddenly speaking in Elizabethan English?
WG: Umm… It was in the script. Here, have some choklit!
P: *eats some choklit* Ah! Tis the most wondrous thing I have ever tasted! I will die happy! *dies*
A1: *gasp* He is dead!
WG: Good! Now we can move on to the next guy.
A1: But wait… what if he didn’t die of choklit?
WG: WHAT?
A2: (sarcastically) Yea, I think he might have died of happiness.
WG: But that would be sacrilegious! To go against the laws of The Book of Muse!
A1: Oh no!
WG: Of course he must have died of choklit! I would swear it before the great kokopelli himself.
A2: Uh oh, I don’t think that’s a good idea.
GK: Tis I! The Great kokopelli! And boy you are you in trouble!
A2: Oh dear.
GK: Not only did he not die of choklit, but he also did not commit the crime he was accused of!
WG: Oh great kokopelli, your wisdom overwhelms me, your greatness-
A2: What?
A1: *faints*
GK: The person in question was not mocking me, but loudly protesting my existence!
A2: Now why didn’t we think of that?
GK: And the punishment for loudly protesting my existence is…um… hold on, I will call Bo. *pulls out cell phone and dials Bo’s number* Bo? What is the punishment for loudly protesting my existence?
Bo: “All persons who loudly protest the existence of the great kokopelli shall be perpetually poked until dead.” Now please leave me alone; I’m busy chewing and staring into space.
GK: SO! WHAT HAVE YOU GOT TO SAY FOR YOURSELVES?
WG: um… I might have poked him once or twice. What about you?
A1: *recovers* Hm? Oh yea, I might have poked him too.
A2: mmmm…
WG: So logically he must have died of perpetual poking, right?
A1: Yea, logically-
GK: He did not die of perpetual poking! You are guilty of disobeying The Book of Muse! What is the punishment for that? Augh! I must call Bo! *calls Bo* What?! Bo is not answering! Noooooooooo-
A1: Wait! I think we have a copy here!
A2: Oh, you are so smart it just kills me. Actually it makes me want to kill you.
A1: Yes, here it is! Let’s see… D…Disobeying…disobeying kokopelli, disobeying the GAPA, disobeying muse, disobeying the muses, disobeying your parents…
A2: *sigh* I think it’s before that.
A1: Ah yes! Disobeying The Book of Muse: “All persons who disobey The Book of Muse shall live happily ever after.”
GK: WHAT? Gimme that! “Happily ever after”? NOOOOOOOO! HOW CAN THIS BE! MY EVIL PLANS ARE FOILED! MY LIFE IS FINISHED, RUINED, BLAH BLAH BLAH…
WG: OH NO! WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO? THE WRATH OF THE GREAT KOKOPELLI IS VERY GREAT!
A2: Well that would be why he is called the Great Kokopelli.
A1: WE SHOULD APPEASE HIM WITH CHOKLIT!!
A2: Well…we do have rather a lot of it.
WG: Yes! Quick! Sacrifice the choklit to the Great Kokopelli!
A2: Sacrifice?
WG: Stab it in its hearts!
A2: But choklit doesn’t have hearts.
WG: Then chop it up into little pieces! Hurry up!
(WG, A1 and A2 start sacrificing the choklit)
GK: Mmmm yes, let’s eat some choklit. Good idea. That will make me feel better.
WG: But what about the dead guy?
GK: Psh! Remove him from my sight!
DG: I’m not dead!
GK: Well you will be in just a minute.
DG: Actually I think I’m feeling better now.
GK: Good! Then you can join us.
(All five start eating choklit)
(Four hours later)
WG: *groan*
A2; I think its time for me to find another line of work.
DG: If this is what death by choklit is like, then I don’t think I like it so much.
A1: Oh no…aughn…
GK: I feel fine of course! That was refreshing. Never cross the Great Kokopelli!
MWA HA HA HA…
Moral #1: Kokopelli gets the last laugh. Always. There are no exceptions. Not one.
Moral #2: Don’t eat too much choklit. It’s not good for you.
Moral #3: you should read Watership Down. It is much better literature than this.
Moral #4: PWT PWNS! HA HA HA!!
lol.
moral #5: Save moneyon your car insurance by switching to gieko
Actually, Moral #4 got the last laugh, directly disobeying moral #1. What is the punishment for disobeying Moral #1? One sec while I call Bo, who you didn’t put in the cast list even though she clearly casted.
Olo! That was good. I liked the “I’m not dead yet.” part. Monty Pie stealer.
SORRY FOR THE RANDOMNESS PEOPLES
whoops. sorry Bo.
for disobeying moral #1 you get pied. augh! no! don’t pie me! *gets pied*
“there’s nothing new under the sun”
what does olo stand for?
i got the last post on the muse rpg. cool. now why did i not get the nov//dec iss of Muse?
I just woke up at 11:00. And that was cuz my dad woke me up. *yawn* I went to bed at 1, too.
Ishmael, were you in one of your moods when you wrote post # 2?
You copied from Monty Python! I shall now throw a monty Pie in your face. All hail the great Kokopelli!
No more Dec. Blizzard. Waaah.
has anyone gotten the jan iss? i got it dec 31st………….. mwah ha ha……… interesting articles…… VERY strange kokopelli&company…… meh….
whatever.
Really, there is nothing wrong with the wikipedia definition of Kokopelli. That is who he is, as seen by the general world. Musers seem to have a slightly different sub-cult which defines him slightly differently, but Kokopelli is what Wikipedia says he is, AND NOTHING YOU CAN DO WILL CHANGE THAT ARGGGGGG DIE!!!! Sorry, got a bit carried away…
Now I have to see the wiki definition of Kokopelli.
Olo is my take on Lol. Like Santa and the Garbage Disposal Bunny. It stands for Oinking Like Ointment.
i was just warning you. cuziz dusgusting.
haha that was good em! “death by choklit”
I shall now poke you until dead.
Happy new year, everybody!
I wonder where Paul Baker is. Still recovering from New Year’s Eve, I imagine.
im already dead. you’ve all killed me like, 10 times.
C’MON GAPA! WE NEED SOMMORE THREADS!
Patience, please; I’m cooking. Besides, we’ve got all year.
cooking??? didn’t you stuff yourself last night (or early this morning) eliminating all need for food today??? Or maybe that’s just another of my weird new year’s traditions…
well you killed them all, the poor threads.
what are you cooking?
What are you making? I haven’t had lunch yet, if you don’t count Bush.
I’m not disappointed at not getting first post, because I don’t check this website every ten seconds. This may come as a surprise, but I have a life.
Apple-plum crisp. Fastest way I know to make a house smell wonderful.
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm now i want some. unfortunately i don’t know where you live and i’m guessing the crisp would be gone by the time i got there oh well.
what about a thread for the most random things anybody’s said to you? like when people come up to you on the street and say random things…
or you could just basically lump all my ideas into a Randomness thread, since they’re all completely random….
All threads here are randomness threads.
yeah i suppose…
Yay for randomness!!!
I made pumpkin pie yesterday. With whipped cream. It was good. Still is, as a matter of fact.
I don’t think I’ve ever had apple-plum crisp, though..
grant, Mutt quoted hereslf today. does that make her a god? XXD
Hmph, it’s not my fault if I just so happened to have uploaded my soul onto my computer.
apple-plum?
‘Ello, all.
I love pumkin pie. And apple pie. I am now going to the HP thread so I can deliver a blistering ultimatium to Grant. Bye.
No, I didn’t say that. My brother said that, and I think he meant it to apply to him. Hmm, I wonder what this does. I am invincible!!!!! La de do da!!!!
Oh, so that’s what it does.
By the way, which is grammatically correct: “It’s I” or “It’s me”? Or should you just say the name of the person, “It’s so-and-so” to avoid the confusion of “Who’s ‘me'”?
“It’s me”, because “me” = object versus “I”= subject.
Poor Grant. He’s one of the only guys on the thread, Phoenix doesn’t like him and he has a really long name. I empathize with his situation.
Sorry, folks. Happy New Year!
I got an invite to the Great New Year Curry Party at Dudmaston Hall (it’s on the Web), where a bunch of silly people in varying states of inebriation alternately ate curry and attempted to play musical instruments. Largely unsuccessfully, it has to be said. I got home at some unearhtly hour, and have been unconscionably idle for the whole of the First Day of the Year. And will probably continue to be so for the rest of it, despite firm resolutions.
I hope you all had a good one.
Ok, I’m going to make a thread sggestion on the thread suggestion thread. Novelty!
I think the RPG thread is dying, so I’m going to post my google search here. Okay, search “arwen” and click the first link. After it pops up, click “humor”, “written humor” and “mines of moria humor” in that order. It’s sort of a parody of LOTR/HP/Star Wars, but mostly LOTR. It’s not offensive in any way unless you find talking action figures offensive. The only other one I can safely suggest without risking the wrath of irate parents is “What about a catapult”. I’m sure there are other good ones on there, but I haven’t looked at them all.
Yo peoples, I’m back from visiting. I’m in recovery.
It isn’t that I don’t like Grant. it’s just that we have incompatible personalities– i.e. almost the same one.
Curry party???
pb&j, you know the weirdest people.
GAPA, i think there should be a thread just for hailing dickens, especially a tale of 2 cities. just saw the movie. ♥ ♥ ♥ brill.
oh yeah! i’ve been to that site! funny stuff on there. good links too. they have a lot of new stuff now that i haven’t seen so i’m deserting y’all. thanks ykm!
mutt would melt of happiness if we had a thread on magic.
oh, hey, MG! welcome back! I missed you!
I missed the good ole MuseBlog!!!!! It’s sooooo nice to be resuming my place in the internet.
so, HAS anybuggy gotten their nov/dec iss yet? (and ignore the whole ‘buggy’ thing, ive been reading cricket again……. my sister gets it……) well, back on subject……….. WHY WAS THE RPG CLOSED DOWN *sobsobsniffsob* i was havin so much fun being pwt………. WHY, CRUEL WORLD!?!?!?!??!?!!?? *cries so hard i’s cant breathe and topples over dead…….. erm…..*
Yaaaay I missed you MG! ^^
Well I didn’t stay up till midnight on new years.
I didn’t get to go to the new years Aikido class either, cuz there are all these drunk people driving around during new years. The fireworks were cool though.
Here in Hawaii, some people spend hundreds of dollers on(huge) fireworks.
*sigh* I have no choklit, so i would gladly be executed with it.
Lizzie (#42) and QJ (#43),
Technically, “It is I” is grammatically correct. So are “It is he” and “It is she.” That’s because the verb “to be” doesn’t take objects the way transitive verbs do, so pronouns don’t have to be in the objective case. Almost nobody says “It is I,” etc., however, because most people would rather be grammatically incorrect than sound like a nerd.
–Robert
if you go to that site YKM mentioned, and you click on humorous images instead of written humor, and then go to page 2, and scroll down, you will find *hehehe* this froody movie poster *snortsnickersnort* : “Watership Down: the Fellowship of the Carrot’
musebloggers & gapa: what are you doing up at 2:36?
em: ummm… well actually its 3:36. nevermind, im going to bed.
we all stay up late and get up at strange hours of the night. i might ask you what you are doing up at 2:36 mbt(muse blog time)
Dropping soap off the roof. What were you doing?
mutt begs of you, make a magic thread! pwease? XXD
watership down was the worst book i ever red
go philip pullman!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*Flyleaf is a very good band which I happen to be listening to right now (“So I Thought”).
*Stargate SG-1 marathon is TODAY. Stargate Atlantis marathon is WEDNESDAY.
*And Then There Were None (Agatha Christie) is pretty much an amazing book.
*New episodes of Monk start Jan. 13. According to an online quiz, I am “A Little Monk-ish.”
*According to a different online quiz, if I was a musical, I would be Bue Bye Birdie. However, I’m not sure the quiz was entirely accurate, since I knew which shows pretty much all the answers came from.
*My new favorite German word is Frikadelle. It means “meatball,” but it’s just so much fun to say.
*IThere was a documentary on PBS last night about Mr. Rogers. It made me kind of sad
Frieden aus
–D_Q
philip pullman??? bleh.
ok golden compass was absolutely brill. But the last two…
haha though so but whats wrong with the last two?
DIE DIE DIE LOD!!!!!! ALL OF YOUR CHOKLIT WILL SOON EXPIRE! YOU WILL RUN HELPLESSLY AROUND IN CIRCLES CRYING ZORN! ZORN! THEN YOU WILL BE TRANSFORMED INTO A FEILD OF GRASS AND ONE THOUSAND RABBITS (INCLUDING MINE) WILL NIBBLE AT YOU AND THEN THE KILLER WHITE RABBIT FROM MONTY PYTHON WILL EAT YOUR ENTRAILS!
eh, sorry about that. don’t take it personally, im slightly crazy sometimes.
yeah i liked the golden compass…. but has anyone ever read the Great Tree of Avalon books? oms they are sooooooooooon good!!! i just finished the 2nd one!!!! sadly the 3rd has not come out yet….. funny and good…
The last two i hated cuz he got into the whole religion thing, which i don’t have a problem with if it helps the story but it didn’t help the story, it totally took it over. And as interesting as it is to sit and read about how god must die and heaven must be a republic it really got in the way of what i consider the real story. Maybe what i call the real story was just a background for the religious stuff anyway, i dunno. But i liked the first part of the story way better.
It also got really weird with those ghostie things in the second one. The whole “other worlds” thing isn’t new, but it’s pretty cool. But those shadow whatever thingamajigs…ugh. Plus again i think they interefered with the best part of the story.
what was the best part of the story and i liked the relegion thing and who cares if it is religion because its like a good story of a big war
I just ran out of my house into the rain and had a jolly good time.
I love weather because we NEVER have any in stupid California.
I didn’t like it. It didn’t seem like it fit with the story. Even though my idea of “the story” is basically just all the good parts.
Pretty much to me the golden compass was “the story” and the rest wasn’t.
And they never did actually show the war. They just had the thing at then end like “we are going to win”
I liked the Golden Compass; I felt the religion thing helped it exactly as much as in the Narnia series, and provided a lot of the conflict and plot.. And fortunantly the Lyra/Will stuff didn’t get out of hand- a fair number of his other books have a bit too much sex for my tastes.. I read something by someone once that said, basically, “The Narnia books were good but Phillip Pullman’s response to them in The Golden Compass was fantastic.” I can’t remember where it was or why it came up; I think it had something to do with Eragon, but I can’t remember what. And I’m not quite sure that I agree with that, also, in that I’m not sure that it was a direct response to Narnia, but I thought it was interesting./.
I sort of didn’t like the religion. but it was okay, and it made the story better, but it was kind of bizzare, and you just had to get used to it, oh nevermind people just Shut Up about religion please.
everybody who likes watership down should read the empire of the ants. *goes off ranting about cattle guards*
musers:
me: who doesn’t know what a cattle guard is?
musers: *look at each other. somehow*
me: grrrrr……
The books were great. I didn’t mind how religious, because I wasn’t looking at that. When Lee Scoresby died, I cried so much. That was the only time I ever cried when a character in a book died. I didn’t even get upset when Sirius died, but when Lee died I cried.
Lizzy ur right-golden compass has a good balance. But the last two got kinda crazy.
aren’t cattle guards those things they put on the ground to keep cattle in and/or out?
You people should know what cattle guards are! After all, there was a picture and blurb about them in the jan. Muse! Unless you haven’t gotten it yet. You must feel so deprived. Where is Muse shipped from anyway? And what is Watership Down about? I’ve heard about it and that it’s really good. I’ve read excerpts from it, but I’ve never read it. *snarf* (that’s me snortily laughing) “The Fellowship of the Carrot”!
waz up? see ebeth i knew you’d agree with me when i said that!!!! now i think that the Chronicles of Narnia were a good set of books and that religion stuff caused a lot of conflict that made the books enjoyable to read… also, well…. it was just AWESOME!!!!! i think that you’re right about those cattle guards… wait aren’t they those people who watch over cattle? i’m confused…
sry Lizzie… i gots carried away..
hey i read empire of the ants and i liked it but i didnt like watership down! wowie!
I loved His Dark Materials, as well! And I also cried when Lee Scoresby died (uh-oh, Phoenix is behaving like a PANSY…). However, I have a few bones to pick:
1) I did nae like how anti-Christian it was. I mean, you can dissaprove of somone’s theology but blasting it to the world just isn’t nice.
2) Lyra and Will fell in love. They were twelve years old. ‘Nuff said.
3) Apart from the anti-Christian thing it also insulted MY beliefs. The suggestion that any being could defeat God is completely against my religion, and ALL other monotheistic religions.
Once my school assigned that series to its seventh graders to read. The school board had obviously not read the actual book in question. I mean, Pullman writes that God DIES. Not exactly the best philosophical issues for twelve-year-olds, not to mention it being impossible and, for lack of a better word, ‘blasphemous’.
Other than that, though, it ROCKS! I really love Iorek Bjornson. And the muelfa. And, to a lesser extent, the Gavilespians, when the one helping Lyra’s mother died it was so sad! However, my favorite people are the harpeys. I felt really sorry for them.
I just ran out of my house into the rain and had a jolly good time.
I love weather because we NEVER have any in stupid California.
just rain, sun. more sun, rain, fog. and a little snow in the mountains. XXD
I have nothing good to say.
I tried to read it, and it didn’t pull me in enough to keep me reading it even though I was inferring a lot and guessing because I didn’t understand everything. What I understood was good, although the anti-religion part annoyed me a bit. After all, if you made God die, you believed in him.
*runs in mad circles* mutt beg of ye, pwease oh pwease make mutt a thread on magic so she has a decent place to rant on and on and on…ect.
you’re on! *begs* please oh please oh please? pwease?
Yes, yes, yes, just stop saying “pwease,” pwease. I mean please.
Robert, pwease can you make a thread all about me?
Pwease pwease pwease pwease pwease pwease pwease pwease?
and now for mutts catch phrase: i didn’t do nuttin.
Told ya. They can’t stand it. They know that pwease is the MAGIC WORD. Say pwease and the magic spell kicks in, forcing them to do your bidding. Example: GAPA, will you pwease breathe?
there now if he ever posts again we’ll know i’m right cuz he must’ve breathed!!!
*Sighs*. I knew I was setting a bad precedent. From now on, any requests containing the word “pwease” will be ignored and possibly zapped.
New evil annoying word to pester Our Exalted Administrator Dude*.
Hmmm…
How about “prease”? Taken from my grandma’s friend, who is native Chinese, not Japanese, and should be able to say her L’s correctly. (There’s no L sound in Japanese, so a lot of native Japanese speakers have trouble saying L’s.)
*New year, new name. OEAD. Nice ring to it.
Speaking of able to say her L’s correctly: My Korean, Japanese, and Chinese friends often have trouble with my name. Hence two nicknames: Lululuh and Lo.
Aww, I know that. Most of my older Japanese relateives are nisei ( second generation) so they speak English normally, but in certain songs in which the Japanese singer is using an”Engrish” word- i.e. a word that sounds like an english word, but is actually made entirely of Japanese syllables- it sounds a bit weird.
Ex: Reflection sounds like friction, the word calender would be “karendaa”.
Speaking of people of Asian decent not being able to pronounce “L”s, do y’all all remember that scene in “A Christmas Story” where their turkey got eaten by the neighbor’s dogs, so they had to go out for Christmas dinner, and the only thing open was Chinese, and the waiters tried to sing Christmas carols and it came out
“Deck the harrs witt bows of horry
Fa ra ra ra ra ra ra ra ra ra
‘Tis the season to be jorry
Fa ra ra ra ra ra ra ra ra ra”
And then the manager person tried to get them to pronounce their “L”s, but they couldn’t do it, so he told them to sing something else, and they burst into a rousing rendition of
“Jingre berrs, jingre berrs, jingre all der way”
Anyway, really funny.
I don’t know any oriental people except for this guy who works at my church and I hardly ever see him. In fact, I think maybe he’s gone somewhere else. Phoenix, how can you like a book that attempts to disprove and ridicule the very beliefs you hold dear? And what is believing in something if you hate it? After all, according to my beliefs, (clears throat politely) Satan himself believes that God exists, but he is also God’s worst enemy. Sorry. I don’t mean to start any wars here.
I just read all the posts on this thread, and now I’m off to read the others, so I can get caught up and back into the action. Xanga’s been eating a lot of my internet time, so I haven’t been here all that much, but it won’t happen again. Today is the day that I get re-addicted to MuseBlog.
Good. Annoying words are annoying.
koko thinks that having an all powerfull, all knowing thing that rules everything is mad. plus, according to what i know, *goes in to rambling reciting voice* the gods are less powerfull than the Bright Powers, as the Lesser Powers are thought to have become the gods, thus something would be more powerfull. and plus, what if God was like the Lone One? then we’d all be doomed
I compiled this list of “Threads Worth Noting”. Basically, it’s all the threads that I consider “active”. I used three criteria to determine whether or not a thread should be on this list:
1. It has to be open for posting.
2. Someone must have posted on it withing the last month.
3. It must not have a duplicate for this month.
Hope someone can use it.
August 2005
Requests/Ideas
Who’s Here?
Robert and Rosanne Unmasked! (Version 1.2)
Any Parents Online?
September 2005
Basic HTML Tutorial
Dreams
October 2005
Muse Muse Muse
Cats or Dogs?
Poetry
November 2005
RRR w/R (Round Robin ‘Riting With Rules
RRR FF (Round Robin ‘Riting Free Form
HG2MB (Hitchhikers’ Guide to MuseBlog)
December 2005
Band/Orchestra/Music/Musicians
Myths and Legends
Triangular Sencetences and Other Typographical Tricks
Narnia
Christmas, Hanukkah, New Year’s, and Other Chilly Holidays
Robert’s Secret Identity
School
RPGs
January 2006 Muse Roll Call
H*A*R*R*Y P*O*T*T*E*R
Poem for December 30
Out With the Old, In With the New
Lurkers, Welcome!
A Fresh Start in 2006
January 2006
Randomness
Books and Movies, v. 2006.1
J.R.R Tolkien’s Works & Worlds
Computers and Tech Stuff
MuseBlog RPG*, version 2006.1
CULTURE & Heritage
Magic
100th post! TODAY IS RRF’S LUCKY DAY DEFINITELY, but she will shut up and stop typing in capitals so as not to annoy the OEADs or the bloggers. To find out other reasons why, go look on appropriate threads. I will not tell you what those threads are. Happy hunting!
hullo everybody!!! do you really zap the comments that have the word “pwease” in them? oh no i said it!!! don’t zap my comment!!! pw-… i mean please?
Not 100th post. Darn.
Whoops!!! Writing, v, 2006.1 and Jokes and Riddles, v. 2006.1 should be on there.
‘Ello, all. Moosie, (I like calling you that!) I like the literature quality of His Dark Materials, not the theological principels, which I basically ignored.
I just read… oh no, wrong thread. off to books and movies. monkey face! :
‘Ello, all. Moosie, (I like calling you that!) I like the literature quality of His Dark Materials, not the theological principels, which I basically ignored.
I just read… oh no, wrong thread. off to books and movies. monkey face! :
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I didn’t mean to do that. Sorry.
You worry too much, it’s just like the weather, quit complaining brother-NO ONE LIVES FOREVER! – Oingo Boingo song. I love Oingo Boingo, they’re the Zarkleseizure. Dark, gloomy, I know, but still.
Good news! My orthodontic devices, one of the curses of my existence, have had a detraction. 6 months ago I had some sort of lever installed designed to force my top teeth back. This caused me more than slight irritation, as it impeded my speech and made it impossible for me to close my teeth all the way. I prize the power of comprehensible speech, as it is one of the few mediums in which I can avoid attack, or so I thought until my use of the word “girly.” Anyhoo, while on vacation, I was eating a Key lime, something I do for the delicious tart taste, and was crushing it with my lower teeth against the plastic device. To my surprise and satisfaction, the wires holding it in place wore through at that moment and so it came out! I was of course in apprehension of my impending appointment today, when they might have to fit a new one, but they didn’t have to. Whoohoo!
However, this day will not be as joyous as the day I get the entire sodding ensemble off. I know what “sod” means in English, and I am using it to express my deprivation of of these hateful things.
Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry, I did nae mean to call you monkey face, Moosie, I had a smiley that looked like a monkey face but got deleted! Sorry!
Congratulations, Mr. Chairman. *pointedly ignores reference to somthing I ALREADY APOLOGIZED FOR and have not yet recived an apology in return hem hem…*
Speaking of orthodontics, my retainer was made off a mold of my crooked teeth. Not especially useful. Can’t wait for school to start tomorrow!
Phoenix and USECGO had better be careful. Has anyone here ever seen “Much Ado About Nothing”? Beatrice and Benedick? Hmm?
I saw it. *reads the posts* I get it. hrm
Wow. It looks as if my comment stopped the blog dead in its tracks. I didn’t know I had that kind of power. Or maybe everyone has run off to watch “MAAN.” (I’d encourage it: the version with Kenneth Branagh and Emma Thompson is unbeatable.)
never seen it, but I can guess… *raises one eyebrow*
Listen. It just so happens that I have a very nasty temper. I am a fair person; both to others… and to myself. I hate being ignored. And I feel Mr. Chairman is ignoring me and not accepting my apology–or offering his–gracefully. It simply isn’t right that I should get the whole blame for this issue. And since, after the Chairman ranted at me to apologize and I did, he has still been treating me like the enemy, I am likely to go off again. I’m soory, that’s just how my brain works. I won’t start a fight if I can possibly help it, but I sure as heck will carry it on.
I chose the name ‘Phoenix’ for a reason.
I’ve read much ado about nothing. Never seen it though.
hey hey we’re all mus-*SPLAT SPLAT*
what is MAAN?
oh. heh. I’m intelligent…
MAAN=much ado about nothing right?
Haha, Phoenix and USECGO sitting in a tree…
No, that doesn’t fit. You’ll have to find a shorter name, Grant. ^_^
Today, January third, I wore a t-shirt and shorts. In JANUARY. What is up with the weather here?
My friend thinks the warm weather signals the end of the world. No joke. Okay, she’s got her reasons, and really all that happened was somebody told her that the Bible meant something that it really didn’t mean and she didn’t know any better. It’s still kind of odd, though.
It’s like Ishmael and Mike (not real name). They hate each other so much, I swear some day they are gonna fall in love. I’d bet everything i own on it.
okay: I don’t hate Grant, and that other statement made by Lizzie was completely ludicrous. I already have an archenemy and I don’t need a new one, especially one who is a fellow Muser.
((wow, I remained calm!))
I’m leaving my computer for the evening — so I probably won’t be moderating messages again until tomorrow. So, over to you, Robert.
*Mike* is the world’s biggest jerk. There is a difference between pretending to hate someone bekause you like them, and really hating someone bekause they are a git.
Besides, *Mike* has a huge crush on *Lori*. I feel bad for her.
Have you finished doing your laundry yet?
I keep thinking Robert is Rosanne.
As I told MontgomeryGurl once, we’re easy to tell apart: Rosanne is the one with long hair.
Yep, all I have to do is look at your heads. Say, where are they?
i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i confuzzled……. ah shnap, waz her username……… *remembers* i confuzzled pecos101, who is unconfuzzlable and a muser (but not into blogging), and is also named after her horse. and it was about the muse rpg, to. i was goin on about how i got kokopelli and how we needed to get chad especially, and urania, too, and she looked at me like, huh? wha r u talkin bout?, and i said, r u confoosed? and she said yeah! and i am so happy cuz i did it! and ive never done it before so
“Koontz”? Ahem! Sphinx and Ishmael are starting to remind me of Fred and George Weasley in Harry Potter.
uh oh. not good. my abstract for science fair due to morrow, n i haven’t started….. to much blogging…… *starts to type up abstract for s.f.*
Ishmael and Sphinx are starting to remind me of Rosanne and Robert Administrator in Muse Blog.
What do I have to do to get a link to nowhere? Wait, I know!
It’s the “C” thing.
Saw MAAN.
All right now, here’s the game plan, fellow Musers! We drop innocently concealed hints in Phoenix’s hearing that Grant—*SPLAAAT*
Never mind that then. *picks pie of evil smirking face*
HOORAY FOR LIBRO!!!
If you like, you can confuse me now. It’s very easy. All you have to do is start talking about anything for more than five minutes, have me wander off, then come back. I will not have a CLUE what you are talking about. I am easily distrac
Look, a flying monkey in exploding trousers!
As I explained in NationStates, I am in five-year-old mode right now. This explains more than it doesn’t.
That’s similar to fangirling for me. Only it’s much worse. Much worse.
Hey, that’s right! Now why did I never think of that before? Well, Sphinx causes chaos because she is usually calm and collected and laid back, and then she gets you off your guard. Ishmael causes chaos because she is insane and nobody knows what to expect next.
((Mike is G*****n?))
Robert Koontz,
To get a link to nowhere you just fill in the url space with random nonsense
Robert of the Short Hair Ebeth
But don’t, please. It makes moderation more difficult. I may have to stop posting messages that take too much time. –The real Robert
aaaaaaaaawwwwww…
but don’t you feel special that everybody wants to be you?
k i’ll stop. otherwise i will be ZAPPED!!! ZAP ZAP ZAP ZAP haha i love that word…
Z is a very cool letter.
who’s really really bored? oh ME! yay for study hall *sigh*
and life sucks right now but i’ll spare you the details. It’ll just make you depressed.
oh and i got to pg 60 something (or maybe early 70s…around there anyway) in the historian. Only 600 pgs to go *sigh*
Happy Birthday Louis Braille!
when i tryed to go to museblog just now, i got a really weird meesage from wordpress:
Error establishing a database connection
This either means that the username and password information in your wp-config.php file is incorrect or we can’t contact the database server at mysql1.dca1.superb.net. This could mean your host’s database server is down.
i only just got here, by reapeatedly clicking return on the adress bar. what does this mean?
Don’t worry about the monkey face thing, Phoenix. I had no idea what you meant when you said that, so I naturally assumed it was the result of a large chunk of your sanity falling out of your head and splatting on the ground.
That happened to me to. I only got here by going to the fan page first, and then clicking on blog. Normally, I just do musefanpage.com/blog/ and don’t worry about the links and stuff. Kind of odd.
Me, too. Computer problems at the other end, I assume.
Well my comp can’t get anywhere without shoving the airport express up against the wall and eventually kicking it as hard as i can, so that’s happened but i just ignored it figuring it was just me.
well i have it as a bookmark, and it was fine. but then i tried to go to one of the threads, and it gave me me that message. then i tried clicking back, and refresh, and going at it from the fan page, but that didn’t work, so i just clicked on the adress bar and clicked return unti finally i got here. and then i had to go through the whole thing again to get on this thread. and then it stopped doing it.
The first time, your browser probably called up a cached version that it had stored on your computer. Then, when you tried to do something with it, the server problems stopped you.
yea, thats happened when safari randomly decids to leave and ignore me.
Happy Birthday Louis Braille!
hapy bday mr braille. yea.
Pheonix (137) I’m calm, cool, and laid-back, til I catch you off your gaurd? Cool! I never knew……..
We reming you of fred and Geaorge! Awesome! I call Frorge!
GAPA, might it be possible to check the quote page eMail? mutt sent in a few quotes from a white hole named fred in a series she’s reading
What series is/are she/you reading? Sounds like something that would be in HG2G. I only read the first one, so I wouldn’t know.
yeah, that happened to me too…
Ooh, you’re reading the “So you want to be a wizard” series, Mutt?
fred was awesome. that series is awesome.
here comes the slow time. the slow time is the part of the day where the gapas go off and do who-knows-what (eating and sleeping and maybe reading a book and like, having a life *gasp*) and moderate posts every three hours or so. opposite of the fast time, when they moderate posts every five seconds because they are bored out of their skulls. anyway, it leaves an excellent opening for me to finish my hw.
yes Lizzie i am reading that series… *runsaroundincircles* arf arf!!!
I read those! I liked ‘Deep Magic’ the best, personally.
Ooh, you’re reading the “So you want to be a wizard” series, Mutt?
yep. fred rocks my socks. XXD “dear artificer, i’ve blown my quanta and gone to the Good Place!”
Ah! I just managed a high front kick! Without hurting my self or anyone around me! I’m so pleased!
~HEM HEM~
Musebloggers who are also on the HP site, go to the Great Hall and click on “An Informational Breakfast” for valuable information!
A-C has returned from Death by Oregon! Unfortunately, she has been banned from the computer until further notice because she, apparently, “abused her privileges” while in Oregon. She says that her mom may allow her back on in time for her birthday if she “proves her responsiblility.”
I should be off writing/compiling poetry for school, but I feel far too lazy. When don’t I?
Wait! Idea!
i think the gapas expired. nothing has been moderated for about 16 1/2 hours. wait, if the gapas expired, there is no point in this post.
That’s why we have two: Rosanne and a spare.
I read the Great Hall thread, Pheebs, and I know the riddle! Can I tell?
I think this will be the longest month thread ever! I mean it’s only the fifth and we’re close to breaking a two hundred!
ahh, rapture. I’m afraid I won’t be able to finish my momentous loads of homework and I will get in trouble
i know!!!! isn’t it amazing!!!
Gogogogo! Post until the OEADs are buried under enormous piles of posts and need to set up an APP (Annoying Post Pit)!
Wow. Poor scroll button on my mouse. It works so hard. For so long. And I never reward it.
oh the poor scrool button on the mouse, oh the poor scroller that i have dubbed Scrollie…
Phoenix, you can either post what you think the answer is here, or PM it to me (Zara) if you’d like.
Ooooh-y. This is going to be a rocking storyline, let me tell you.
What would you reward it with? A scroll-free day?
you can just click on “add your own” and you will be magically transported to the bottom of the thread.
What do you do when you know the answer to the riddle?
You wait until the first task, where the answer will help you.
Does it live in Kiador?
Here is what I think the answer is: The only element that stands alone is fire. Did I get it right? I told Sphinx already.
The cheese stands alone.
XXD the cheese? since when was cheese an element, might i ask?
Can’t tell you that, Phoenix, but I can tell you that it won’t matter if you’re wrong at first.
HELIUM. OR HYDROGEN.
Cheese is an element. It is an element of a Pretty Nice Life. The elements are: Cheese, Air, Muse, House, and Random Stuff.
What about books as an element? Do you mean House as in your house or House as in the TV show about the cynical, insensitive doctor?
Doctor Dude (to a 9-year-old kid): Nobody wants to die, but you’re going to.
Yich! He is so creepy!
The cheese stands alone? What’s that from? I know it, I just don’t know where I know it from..
Well, so are you, and I am, and everyone else on this planet is going to die at some point..
Would you want to live forever? If it was a matter of it only being me, and I keep aging, just never die, I wouldn’t want to…
from a song.
The farmer in the dell, the farmer in the dell, heigh-ho the derry-o, the farmer in the dell.
You know the day destroys the night
Night divides the day
Tried to run
Tried to hide
BREAK ON THROUGH TO THE OTHER SIDE!
House as in a house. To live in. Should it be called “home?”
Living forever is too wonderful and too terrifying to even think about.
Hi Everyone…
I’ve been in a real Pickle. GAPA i might need some help. I’m supposed to be making a website for my dad (that is why I haven’t been on here for awhile) and I don’t know how to make the search form smaller or get it to move! I need help so I can be free from this enslaving task!
gaah! My sister keeps changing my account name! That was from KitKat!
I always thought that it was dairy-o… yeah
I am doing a super cool fun thing in one of my classes!
We are going to re-create Socrates’ trial! I am so excited.
My friend is on the school mock trial team. They’re going to order sweatpants that say “I Object” on the butt.
let it be known to all that i have a nation: The Free Land of Eriamere, which i have moved to land of the muse.
here it is, in case you are bored:
http://www.nationstates.net/eriamere
Have some choklit. Enjoy yourself. Which? The two are mutually exclusive.
what?!?!?!!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!
the two compliment each other.
Yay! Go Restaurant at the End of the Universe.
No, it lives next to my computer in the States. I’m kind of exiled from Kiador for reasons I won’t go into. I have to write a poem of a veneer for school. How is this going to start?
I think we need a Song Lyrics thread, if you ask me.
We are creatures of love…
i can read your mind. i know what you are thinking. right now you are thinking:
“Heck, there is no way Em can read my mind. Nobody knows what I am thinking. At least I hope they don’t. Wouldn’t that be scary if they did?”
and now you are thinking:
“What???? That’s not what I am thinking!”
I waas just thinking about gerunds and how I wished I knew for certain wat they were. Totaly random, I know, but then that’s Phoenix
I was thinking about treehouses.
ATTENTION!
DO NOT FEED YOUR DOGS OR CATS TO FOLLOWING FOODS- THEY ARE TOXIC! CAPS NEEDED TO EMPHASIZE POINT! OVER ONE HUNDRED DOGS HAVE PERISHED DUE TO LIVER FAILURE!
Diamond Pet Food recalled these products made in Gaston, S.C. :
Diamond Low Fat Dog Food
Diamond Hi-Energy Dog Food
Diamond Maintenance Dog Food
Diamond Performance Dog Food
Diamond Premium Adult Dog Food
Diamond Puppy Food
Diamond Professional for Adult Dogs (with “Best By” date of Jan. 29, 2007)
Diamond Maintenance Cat Food
Diamond Professional Cat Food
Country Value Puppy
Country Value Adult Dog Food
Country Value High Energy Dog Food
Country Value Adult Cat Food
Professional Chicken & Rice Adult Dog Food
Professional Large-Breed Puppy Food
Professional Puppy Food
Professional Reduced Fat Cat Food
Professional Adult Cat Food
Don’t feed my cat any of those foods.
My cat is so fat, I’m thinking of taking him of foods entirely. He could probably manage a month off his own body weight.
Lucifer, YOU’RE WHAT!!!!!!!! no i’m kidding… i don’t think i feed my doggie any of those foods…. hang on… *runs upstairs to see what type of food my dog eats* nope, she eats Pro Plan doggie food… unless that is the same thing…. then if it is…. oops….
Aren’t gerunds words that end in “ing” like skiing or swimming or something? Wait, something isn’t a gerund, it was just being used in place of “etc”…
I need heeeeelp!
My brain hurts. I’m currently writing that speech, and it’s killing me. I’m taking a break right now, and I’m afraid I won’t ever finish that thing. I’ll have it done by the time I go to bed, or I won’t get on the internet for a few days. That’s my resolution, and I intend to keep it.
What speech?
In case you missed the memo, I do speech and debate. I have a big, eight day (four days for speech, for days for debate) conference coming up. There’s also a competition. I have to compete in three events. One that my speech coach made me pick was impromptu, where you’re given two minutes to prepare a five minute speech that you then give in front of people, and I already had one speech. I needed another one. It has to be ten minutes long, and be at least semi-coherent. I decided to write one persuading people not to have prejudices. I think I already hate it. I’m not sure if I will ever finish it, expecially with it needing to be ten minutes long. Actually, I have most of it done. I just don’t like writing, especially when I know I’ll have to give that speech in front of people, and be graded on it.
hey people i’ve been in MI go me! Fun times. Oh and harriet (choklithotpinkbunneez) finished the Gospel of Spamabix! yaaay! it’s based on the Gospel of GP at bagginses. I’ll post it once she emails it. Oh and we all had much spamabix and joy. Listened to spamalot a lot. Harriet and madalyn both have nanos now. yaaay! and then rach had a party and we watched skool of rock and johnny english but i left in the middle of that cuz mom called and said ally was up at our house (the excuse for going up there was we were gonna work on our house that we haven’t sold yet) so we played cards. And then robby and stacy came over from down the hill and we had our usual and rather violent games of keepaway and dodgeball in the basement. Wheeeee!!! And i’m sure you all really care. Right? Right? Right?
Which is very good because i’m depressed with the knowledge that i just failed my latin test cuz i spent all available hw time finishing history. And we have exams which means loads of hw from now until they start.
So that’s the yays and boos of my life.
I want choklit…
Spamalot rocks….
And yeah.
Ebeth’s back!!!!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’ve been wondering where you were, since you haven’t been here at all, or on Nation States, or your Xanga. I was going through the options of where you might be, when my incredibly sick and morbid mind realized that you could have died in a car crash, and none of us would ever know about it. Anyway, glad to see you back.
MG- you are straaaaaaange… ack!!! don’t kill me!!! and i promise if i die in a car crash, i’ll tell you guys… somehow…
I’m going to leave instructions that in the event of my untimely demise, my mom should come on here, Xanga, and another board I hang out on, and alert everyone as to my death. Yes, I know I’m freakishly bizarre.
My ghost would come back to haunt you if i died in a car crash. That is, if I could get your incredibly secretive info. Would that classify me as a crazy stalker? Possibly…but i’d be a crazy GHOSTY stalker. Yup.
Wow i feel special! I got…229 yays! aawww *blush*
no i didn’t count. I was lazy and multiplied. Go me.
i’s procrastinating on my insane amount of history hw. Boo exams. I have to make part of a study guide for the rest of the class.
oh yes and my band geekiness needs to pick a solo+ensemble song. huzzah. dunno when i’m gonna do that…
oh yes but i had some yummy cookies go me. i don’t remember what they were called but they were those little elf peoples. Not lotr elves, little green ones. keebler elves? something like that. anyhoo they’ve got yummerliscious choklit on the inside and on the cookies it says stuff like “Elves Exist!” and awesome slogans like that. Plus there’s a head there to bite off. Yes all hail my sick mind. Mutilate elves? How dare I!!!! Oh well. They’re cookies. Like animal crackers. You HAVE to eat animal cracker’s heads first. It’s one of the basic rules of life!!! Anyhoo. yeah. good cookies. They made me happy. Happy days…
Nork nork.
If Ebeth died, wouldn’t choklithotpinkbunneez have told us? But we don’t want you to die, of course. By the way, this is RRF trying on a new name. I’ll probably go back eventually. But oh well. So, yes, OEADs, you can post The Phantom Norker=randomrohanfreak on the “Who’s here” page and I will not cut you up and feed you to Shelob. Pinky swear.
I like to eat the hind parts first, it keeps them alive longer. Okay, that’s an incredibly sick joke. Ignore me.
wow. that’s a disturbing thought…
ok poll time-If you were an animal cracker and you were to be eaten, would you want to be eaten head first or hind parts first?
Of course if you were an animal cracker you wouldn’t exactly be alive to take the poll…
Head first. Then it’s all over and you don’t feel any pain.
hind first. then u live like 10 seconds longer
head first then i wouldn’t be in any pain….. wait, why would we want to be eaten?
You’re all animal crackers. You just didn’t know it. The universe is a bag, and God is the kid that’s gonna reach in and eat you one day.
I’m kidding people. It’s just a random question that arose from my statement that animal crackers must be eaten head first and then MG said she eats them hind first. Yup. All hail the random polling. didn’t we have a thread on that once? i’m gonna go see if that’s survived the Great Closing…
I don’t eat animal crackers very much, but when I eat any sort of organism-shaped cracker, I usually either snap off the head or nibble off the legs first. Yes, I know, poor headless, legless creatures.
I just wrote a Newsies fanfic. Yay. Cheer. Happy Day.
I’m depressed.
Not that anyone cares what I say, but the resturaunt is at the other end of the universe.
yay marvin ♥
LATE DAY TODAY! skool doesn’t start until 9 and we have less time in each torture chamber. Happy days!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but anyway i still g2g.
oh yes and the polling place didn’t survive.
We love you Ebeth
oh yes we do
we don’t love anyone
as much as you
when you’re not with us
we’re blue (and green and orange and white)
oh Ebeth we love you.
We love you Sphinx
oh yes we do
we don’t love anyone
as much as you
when you’re not with us
we’re blue (and purple and grey and red)
oh Sphinx we love you
We love you RRF
oh yes we do
we don’t love anyone
as much as you
when you’re not with us
we’re blue (and azure and cobalt and copper)
oh RRF we love you
We love you MG
oh yes we do
we don’t love anyone
as much as you
when you’re not with us
we’re blue (and pink and cream and fuchisa)
oh MG we love you
we love you Chokilthotpinkbuneez
oh yes we do
we don’t love anyone
as much as you
when you’re not with us
we’re blue (and silver and brown and hot pink)
oh Choklithotpinkbuneez we love you
we love you ChinTsu
oh yes we do
we don’t love anyone
as much as you
when you’re not with us
we’re blue (and bronze and ochre and violet)
oh ChinTsu we love you
we love you Phoebe
oh yes we do
we don’t love anyone
as much as you
when you’re not with us
we’re blue (really, really dark blue)
oh Phoebe we love you
We love you Zallie
oh yes we do
we don’t love anyone
as much as you
when you’re not with us
we’re blue (and emerald and rose and maroon)
oh Zallie we love you
we love you KitKat
oh yes we do
we don’t love anyone
as much as you
when you’re not with us
we’re blue
oh KitKat we love you
we love you Kricket
oh yes we do
we don’t love anyone
as much as you
when you’re not with us
we’re blue (and crimson and grape and cream)
oh Kricket we love you
We love you USECGO
oh yes we do
we don’t love anyone
as much as you
when you’re not with us
we’re blue (and chocolate and sapphire and grape)
oh USECGO we love you
we love you Kitten
oh yes we do
we don’t love anyone
as much as you
when you’re not with us
we’re blue (and carrot and azure and kelly green)
oh Kitten we love you
we love you Lusifer, Ink
oh yes we do
we don’t love anyone
as much as you
when you’re not with us
we’re blue (and clear and navy and fawn)
oh Lusifer, Ink we love you
We love you GAPA
oh yes we do
we don’t love anyone
as much as you
when you’re not with us
we’re blue
oh GAPA we love you
Just some of the most frequent Musers. If I left anyone out, tell me, and I give you a verse and some colors
good for the dreaded self-esteem
yay!
we love you Phoenix!
oh yes we do
we don’t love anyone
as much as you
when you’re not with us
we’re blue (and hot pink and indigo and chartreuse)
oh Phoenix we love you
jazz band gets to practice on stage tonight. sqeeeeeeee! concert tomorrow.
My favorite color is blue! A song I am listening to right now is “On the Beautiful Blue Danube” by Strauss! Hey, GAPA, you know that author you tried to start a thread about? Fyodor Dostoevsky? Well, I was tooling around on Wikipedia yesterday and I found out that he was the victim of psychological torture! A mock execution! That’s very scary.
We love the GAPA! You forgot him!
I wish I could say I had been eating chocolate-covered coffee beans, but I haven’t. I’m almost out and I’m saving them. Maybe I’ll go eat a key lime. This summer a bee stung me on the ear for no reason. I just thought of that because I was eating a key lime at the time.
Guess what! My good friend, Makhlook, went to India several weeks ago. We have an ongoing inside joke in which I ask him for fifty rupees in an Indian accent, and we argue in Indian accents about how he ought to give me fifty rupees. The joke is now dead, since after he got back he actually gave me fifty rupees. Since I am a numismatist, this is very exciting for me.
Mmm, key lime cheesecake.
the GAPAs at the end there…
i’m gonna go to the band geeky thread now and talk about band geeky stuff…
Phoenix mentioned the GAPA in her song. But don’t forget that there are two of us Powers-That-Be.
Key lime-urgh!
I’ve been eating York’s peppermint patties, since I can’t eat anything but puree with the braces. Ugh. I DON’T WANT STRAIGHT TEETH! I WANT MY TEETH BACK!
I’m dyeing my hair blue. I don’t know how, but I’m doing this. I need to rebel-this has gone on long enough…
well GAPA can be plural when it means Great And Powerful Administrators You just have to read our minds to figure out whether we’re talking about both of you or just one and if just one, then who. Good luck.
Let’s practice…
Hi GAPA!
who was that to?
How are you GAPA?
who was that to?
The GAPA are really strange…
who was that to?
The GAPA is really strange…
who was that to?
The GAPA is really strange…
who was that to?
Ok enough practicing for now…
No, “the GAPA are really strange” is unambiguous. There are only two of us, so only one subset of us takes a plural verb form.
Still, it seems more natural to say “GAPAs,” don’t you think?
Nod smile…
I’ll pretend i understood that.
So who’s who where what why and how? At 6:10 PM, Ebeth time.
Keylimes are ew, but the cheesecake is unbelieveable.
You shouldn’t dye your hair. You should get several wigs instead, so you can change your hair through out the day.
I think GAPA as a plural sounds good. It makes us sound like wild animals.
The moose are grazing.
The sheep are grazing.
The deer are grazing.
The caribou are grazing.
The GAPA are grazing … on choklit.
I always thought it was Great And Powerful Administrator (s). It’s plural or singular. Like moose.
Ergo, cogito somniabulist.
you mean meese?
Actually, the correct plural of “moose” is “moosen.” As in “I saw a flock of moosen… in the woodses… the woodsen.”
(Brian Regan makes me laugh.)
hallo
i am soooooooo late
in fact, I am 9 days and 8 hours and 45 minutes late…
noooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!! *sigh of depression*
Brian Regan, yes! He’s good! Well, when he’s good, he’s very good, but when he’s not funny, well, it’s just kind of pathetic. I bought 12 boxen of doughnuts.
‘I’ before ‘e’, except after ‘c’
and when sounding like ‘a’ as in neighbor and weigh,
and on weekends and holidays and all throughout May
and you’ll always be wrong no matter what you say.
All the funny stuff I said was quoted from Regan, the rest was me.
ive been in CA for a week……………………. i haf one ting to say:
G*R*E*E*N*!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ok.
In pricipio creavit Deus caelum et terram!
you left me out. maybe you don’t love me
*gasp* maybe i don’t exist! That would explain why people keep forgetting me. Maybe im a pigment of my own imagination. wait a minute…
i took a three hour nap today, and im tired already.
last year my OM team was only 5 people. for some reason, we had an unexpected day off school, and the girl with the set invited everybody over to work on it, plus one person who wasn’t even on the team. that is to say, she invited everyone but me. apparently they completely forgot about me until i called them to ask about getting together. this is the stupidest story i have ever heard. probably i wasn’t cool enough for them, and so they took the chance to ditch me. they were a bad team anyway, and i was only on there because my dad was the coach. needless to say, i have ditched them this year, and i hope they do horribly.
I need a virtual hug. No, not virtual choklit, because I feel virtually fat (I had to try on dresses today). I had a hard day. I debated all day, and for some of my debates I felt like the judge’s decision was based on something other than how well I did (like how well they expected me to do, or how well they knew who I was debating). After I got home, I was rather immature about it. Now I’m upset with myself. There was a lot of other stuff going on, where my best friend didn’t have much time for me because she was hanging out with other friends who came to the debate. I just felt rather left out. Then that stupid dress, it’s very pretty, but it’s sleeveless, and it’s one of those types of dresses where they mark it three sizes bigger than what it actually is, which led to me having to buy a size that was bigger than what I normally wear, so that was depressing, plus the lack of sleeves show cases my arms (not my best feature). Can I just have a hug?
How do you like California Libro? Eh? EH? I needa na outsider’s opinion.
;-; -hugs- I totally understand MG, my day wasn’t so great either.
Well, misery loves company.
MontgomeryGurl, here’s a virtual hug: ♥
And here’s a cheery thought: that rotten day is OVER!
we love you MG
oh yes we do
we don’t love anyone
as much as you
when you’re not with us because you’re too busy getting tortured by judges and sleevless dresses
we’re blue (and very annoyed with your antagonists)
oh MG we love you!
Here’s a virtual hug! *whiiiiiiir* (that’s the sound of a virtual hug.) I been having fairly awful days lately too, as I’ve been doing school all but roughly 5 minutes of the day! Yes, that’s the downside of homeschooling. It takes you as long as it takes you, for better or for worse. However, I’m getting a much earlier start today, so it had better not take as long, or else! Hmm…why am I on here when I could be doing school? I think I’ve found my problem: procrastonation.
I’m loggin in my hours doing only math to find tha average. Yesterday: three hours and twenty minutes. Though it felt like more.
that shall be my next english paper “I Don’t Exist”
oh, and my “where is ebeth” theory was that she had gotten brutally murdered by her skool administrators for blogging during study hall.
mutts cat on catz five had kittens, and i named three of them:
kokopelli
chad
craaw
the other is charlie, because my friend named him
No promises, but if you sent a photo of them to Muse Mail, I’ll bet they’d get in the magazine.
*hugs MG* It’s OK, we love you. Feel free to wear whatever you want, I’m positive you look gorgey in it.
*hugs MG* We all lurves you! ♥
Catz 5 is fun, but I have way too many virtual puppies. I need to give some away, but I love them! *snif*
I am way too peppy today.
Yea! I was done with school by 3:20 today! That’s pretty good considering I got up at 9:00! By the way, what does this do?
Hmm…that’s interesting. And this?
are u homeskooled too?
hey do you homeskooler peoples have exams? Cuz if not i must hunt you down and force your parents or whoever teaches you to teach me too. Exams die *hiss*
this does another one of those cool little tricksy thingys. Fun stuff.
i have just spent a million years looking for that cavefish link someone posted and i cannot find it. i would appreciate it if someone would tell me which thread its on.
Em The Hot Pink Bunny, I don’t remember what thread it’s on but here’s the link to the cave: [“Dark Waters” link removed. Sorry! –Admin.]
Nope, no exams. We do take end of book tests, but only if they’re included in the book we got. A lot of home-schoolers take standardized tests.
*hugs everyone back* Thanks guys. I needed that. Bad days are pretty rare for me, and I usually don’t let tha t sort of stuff get to me, but yesterday was especially tiring and frustrating.
I love Dark Waters!! We should make more posts for our B. Cavefish, man!
Pheonix, that song makes me feel not special.
Catz 5 is fun, but I have way too many virtual puppies. I need to give some away, but I love them! *snif*
yis, that happened to me. XXD i had to resovle to start with only four cats in the beggining
You’re special…so special…
You could play The Specials and get over it. I mean, we do love you. See “National Brotherhood Week” on the Music and Lyrics thread.
I have a major rant here. If any one sympathizes, or at least can relate, post. I’m ripping my eyes hair out here.
I can’t do this much longer. I’m nearly at the point of cursing it all and quitting- I kid you not. Every flipping day I wake up, go to school, drag through classes -most of which I’m doing poorly in, or simply hate- go home, relax for maybe an HOUR, and then homework. The rest of the day. I get to bed on average of, oh, 11. If I’m lucky. Which I’m not today.
I admit. I have a procrastination problem. As seen here. But that REALLY does not justify an average of three hours of math homework alone to me. My parents are constantly blathering on about how important math is- well what drives me ZARKING (credit to Queenie J) MAD is the fact that after I do math, there’s barely any time for my other things. And if I do get to them, I sapped of all effort, and do a mediocre job. Which I am then scolded for, because they “expect A’s in everything else”.
And it’s not as though I have a great grade in math either. I wanted out of the class months ago, but nooooo. My hideous teacher , He-who-must-ridicule-those-inept-at-math certainly doesn’t boost my resolve by basically telling anyone in the flipping room I’m stupid.
I take karate as well. Every Tuesday and Thursday. My dad tells me I should “blow off karate tomorrow” because I have so much homework. I told him I can’t, as that goes against exactly what karate is. If I’m just going to miss classes like that, why even keep going? What’s the flipping point?
It makes me SO mad thinking that all the things I’m wasting my life away on in math class will never be of much use. I have an idea of what I’m doing for a job, and I’ll tell you it most certainly does not concern maths. I know that this time I m spending is wasted. I’m paying for this with my ZARKING life. I get so depressed sometimes. -sigh- Excuse me, I don’t want pity. I just want to know if anyone else has been/is in a similar situation.
If my stress goes up any higher, I do believe my head will simply pop.
Axa, please accept virtual tea and sympathy. With Bath olivers and a bit of Wensleydale.
If it’s any consolation, time spent on homework is never wasted. It may be tedious, but it all expands the brain. What you’re learning might be useless to you, but you’re learning how to learn. When you come to a situation in a few years’ time where your brain has to hold some really useful info, it knows how to do it. People who get to adulthood with little education have a real problem.
And don’t knock maths too quickly. It’s getting to be a necessary skill in most jobs. Forestry, sport, turtle farming, navy recruitment, making cuddly toys – they all use more and more maths.
Now I’ve made you more depressed. Sorry. Have another virtual cuppa. And an eccles cake.
Makhlook got my buddy Travis a little wooden box that when you pull on a sliding thing on the top, a little wooden snake comes out and hits your finger, freaking you out!
I’m sorry to hear about your mathematics class, Axa. You sound like me a month ago, except for the fact I don’t take karate classes. I wish I did something of that sort.
Speaking of martial arts, sometimes for fun I tool around on Wikipedia, looking up random things. This has made me want a kukri. (That has nothing to do with anything.) Anyhoo, I was interested in knowing more about Sikhism because Makhlook is a Sikh, so I looked it up and found out a lot, including the fact that they have their own martial art.
I have been in a similar situation, Axa. I do well in school except for the fact that I hate homework. Not the normal kind of hate, evil dark people-disappear-off-the-face-of-the-earth hate. A couple months ago I hit an alltime low. It was so bad I was contemplating something that begins in “s” and ends in “uicide.” The only problem was I didn’t have a gun, I don’t like taking pills, and if I cut my wrists it would take too long and there would be too much blood anyway. I’m an Ohioan, remember? So anyhoo, I managed to get through it without destroying myself or anyone else. But what really got me is that people weren’t even taking me seriously.
I’m making myself ill thinking about how rotten I felt, so I’m going to move on. Axa, I hear you.
Hey, what’s with the ?|? after everyone’s names?
Axa, I felt the same way about physics when I was in graduate school. I had hours of homework to do every day. It was really hard (for me). And even though we weren’t graded on our homework I had to do it all anyhow so I’d be prepared for the tests. I was miserable.
Thinking back, I now realize that a lot of the other kids in the class had clumped up in informal study groups. They did the homework together and helped each other out. I should have done that too! It would have made it easier and maybe more fun.
Oh well. Live and learn.
On a more positive note: the misery eventually ended.
Thanks all. The insane thing is that I have absolutely no homework to day, but hours and hours the last three. I do feel a bit better though now, so thanks!
I’ll remember that. The homework at my school is usually 4-6 hrs. per night. Crazier than an emu on acid. And I’m talking. Oh well. I mean, come off it.
Today was interesting. I erupted into hysterical giggling over a Terry Pratchett book. The main character’s boyfriend was a tuba player who got stuffed into his own tuba for yawning. So there I am, laughing my head off, and after the second hour no one has any idea what to say. Poor them. On the other hand, I am now past the point of no return and calm down only when *Fred* bonks me on the head with a book, at which point I collapse and
then harangue *Fred* for forty minutes. That was Spanish.
Axa- i can’t really symphasize because i am good at math, somewhat. and i have one of those teachers who gives you daily homework and only checks to see if you have done it. i don’t think i really take my homework seriously enough, which might cause problems. i can however, say that prioritizing is an excellent skill. always look through your hw and see if any of it is not graded, or for a pretty easygoing teacher. do that stuff last, because it will cause you less stress if you do a sloppy job or *gasp* don’t get it done at all. spend more time on things for evil teachers who publically humiliate you if you don’t do it, or for things that you have to present in front of everybody. last-minute A-essay writing is a wonderful survival skill. so is paying lots of attention in class so you don’t have to study much for tests.
but of course you shouldn’t follow that advice, because its do-a-second-rate-job advice. instead improve your study habits, stay after school for teacher help, and utilize your valuable study hall. of course its not your teachers fault for giving you too much hw, its YOUR fault for not being able to do it. you must work harder! you must improve yourself! you must live up to the worlds high standards! and if you can’t do that you are a miserable FAILURE. you are doomed to work at mcdonalds for the rest of your life.
hahahah i hope you recognize my lovely sarcasm. eventually you will understand math when you gat a better teacher. life will get better. live on! you are wonderful! ask the advice of someone smarter than me! now i am ranting on and i will stop!
The Chairman has got his PLAN test results back today. I did excellently! I don’t mean to brag, but I did nearly perfectly on all of the sections and on the science one I actually did get a perfect score! Fær mæ! Whoohoo! Now I’m going to be getting a lot of mail. From various colleges.
Erk, I feel your pain, Axa. My French teacher is the same way. The homework’s not hard, there’s just so much of it. ‘s what I get for doing Honors French, I suppose.
Grant, what are you the chairman of?
I’m the Ultimate Supreme Executive Chairman of the secret, vast, and powerful organization known as the Shadow Sector. We hope to eventually be extended worldwide. I am not the sole leader; two other people are on the Founding Committee. The club was originally called the Ministry of Amusing Enterprises but that sounded sort of lame and Shadow Sector is easier to say.
Hey, are we allowed to tell each other our Myspaces?
Ah. Sounds like a party.
GAPA? Are we allowed to tell each other our Myspaces?
Givethemaminute.
USECGO (#279), in our quest to keep the identities of non-adult MuseBloggers top secret, we must resist the temptation to share Myspace addresses.
Unless the other GAPA disagrees, of course.
Am I being too uptight about this??
Axa, I can semi-symphasize. One of the main reasons my mom and I started homeschooling was that all I ever did was school and homework. Of course, I was in 3rd grade at the time, so that’s why I can only semi-symphasize. And I’m not even in highschool yet. I guess that didn’t really help at all because you’re not homeschooled. In fact, that probably made it worse. Maybe you’re reading this post during valuable homework time and, because of me, you will have unfinished homework and drop out of school. Sorry. I personally think that too much emphasis is put on childhood education. Don’t get me wrong, it’s very important, but if people were taught how to teach themselves more, they wouldn’t have to have all that knowledge stuffed into their brains in such a short time period. Also lack of completed education might not be such a barrier. Of course drop-outs still wouldn’t have GEDs or anything, so I’m probably completely wrong.
wait USECGO what grade are you in? I thought you were a sophomore for some reason…maybe not. maybe i’ve met a fellow lowly freshman. woohoo! unless you guys take the PLAN a year later. which i don’t know why you would but then i don’t know anything about this stuff. *sob* learn a standardized testing system and they’ll make you move. AHA! it’s a conspiracy!!!
omg axa that sounds like meeee. our skool is really messed because honors is REALLY hard and regular is REALLY easy. So i started in honors but i switched cuz i was practically failing (well a C but that’s pretty much failing for me (not to mention my parents who were not happy) (ooh double parenthises. sweet.)) so i switched to regular where everything’s ridonkulously simple. And there are SO many honors-switched-regular-who-get-really-bored-with-the-easy-stuff it’s not even funny. They NEED another class for us middling people.
I have WAY too much hw tonight too…history vocab for like 6 chapters…and we have a TINY glossary and a sadly unhelpful index. so i have to look almost everything up in the chapter which takes WAY too much time. Plus i have a HUGE vocab test tomorrow which is actually part of our exam. Ok. English exam. Officially INSANE!!! We have the vocab test that is counted as part of the exam, which is a week early, and then we have to come in during the optional period for 45 extra minutes so we can do an objective bit on a whole bunch of literary whatsit terms and things and then 8 essay q’s. And she likes LONG essays. at least 3/4 of a pg. for each one. grrr…
Ok my rants are done, mainly because my mom’s over here telling me to get off and get back to work.
I sympathize Axa. DEFINITELY! Oh the horrors…
Wait, I thought the Chairman was in 8th grade…maybe I should just assume that all Musebloggers are Museblog age and leave it at that.
I sympathize, Ebeth. All (except for, uh, two) classes at my HS are honors, so you have the option of either a)being really smart or b)failing. I want to take Honors in most classes, anyway, but I’d really, really appreciate a non-Honors maths class.
Em, it’s not so much being good at anything as it is the fact that I don’t have time for anything else other than simply homework. The sad thing is that I have zero desire to learn anymore. I just want the grade. That’s what’s wrong with school.
I used to have a MySpace, but as I’ve said before, LiveJournal is better. People can spell and have a sense of self worth there. ♥
Not that any of you don’t. I just saw far too many idiots for my liking.
Hey guys i was gonna welcome y’all to friday 13th last night (both MB and Ebeth time) but mom turned off the comp. Grrr…Right after i finished that rant up there…somewhere…she was like ok get back to work and i went back to do my hw and came back down at 11 (ebeth time-midnight MB time) And it was turned off!!! Noooooooo…and then i was gonna come on at 12 Ebeth time (1 MB time) but i think she turned the volume up so she could hear it.
So welcome to friday 13th…10.5 hrs. late. Or something like that. I don’t have a watch…
ahah! the blog has loaded!
sorry axa, i was just being weird. ignore me.
today i left my french binder in french and my english binder in atl, and i had to go threw english without a binder. bad luck huh? i thought someone had stolen them out of my locker (why someone would want to steal binders is beyond me) because my locker is not closing properly, and people know how to open lockers that are not closed all the way. whenever i lose stuff i always seem to lose two at once, but in completely unrelated incidents.
No offence taken or meant Em, I was just saying. ^^
I hope you all have a jovial Friday the Thirteenth.
hey people. just got back from *gasp* studying of all things. At sydney’s house. YES WE DID STUDY! a bit…well mostly we consoled each other on our horrible english grades and ranted about how evil and tyrannical lamuth is. And laughed at preston and kept threatening to invite his stalker meg over.
Ok but seriously people the english thing-we all got bad grades on that. Not bad bad grades but definitely not the best. I got a B- that i totally didn’t understand…she took major points off organization but in all the student comments it said i was organized…
Oh and poor sydney somebody in our english class-and we suspect it’s one of lamuths favorites cuz she ended up with a really bad grade, but anyway somebody wrote her this really horrible comment. So now we’re trying to figure out handwriting cuz somebody definitely has something against her. Her presentation was actually pretty good.
Yeah anyway…enough ranting for the day…i can hear you all yawning and/or groaning over the internet…(yes i CAN see into the future so there! HAH!)
iiiiiiiit’s friday the 13th. yay for superstition. It makes life so much easier, you always have something to blame when life sucks. lol.
I am a sophomore. I neglected to mention that my subscription has not been renewed because my parents were reluctant to let me keep reading Muse, since they want me to read Smithsonian instead.
My computer has got a virus which won’t go away, so I’m currently burning all my data onto discs so I can reformat.
seriously? ouch. i feel sry for you…
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Honors accelerated math stinks. BOO.
Axa, I feel your pain. We don’t have that much homework usually (or at least, I don’t- I usually finish it in an hour, hour and a half), but if you add from two to three hours of practicing violin, that leads to not much spare time… And add to that projects and tests and stuff… highschool==muchstress. And I tend to freak out and get all mad at my friends and everyone when I’m stressed.
But still..
Also, on Monday, in biology, we started a lab that involves growing bacteria in petri dishes.
Exciting, no?
On Tuesday, when we went to check said petri dishes, my group discovered that we had, in fact, innoculated the side of the petri dish that didn’t have the nutrient agar. In other words, we had put the bacteria on the side that didn’t have anything to eat.
So we “got to” start over.
but then we went to english where we watched schoolhouse rock grammar stuff for almost an entire period so that made up for it.. (“lolly lolly lolly get your adverbs here… has been going through my head for the second half of the past week)…
I’m a really slow learner with math, which I think is the main problem. Dunno. But I only have one extracirricular like activity, and htere’s still no time in the day. I’m very happy we have Monday off- though I hear Arizona and another state or two doesn’t recognize Dr. king’s birthday. Is that true? It seems rather….well you know.
Does anybody get the feeling that lilbro777 is experiencing technical difficulties?
Other musebloggers: Whatever gave you that idea?
lol
FOUR DAY WEEKEND!!! and it’s a first for me-we never used to get martin luther king jr. day off. We went in and learned random stuff about him. but now we’re farther south, where it matters more i guess. yippee!
I get a three day weekend. Has anybody else noticed those messages hidden (sort of) in the writer/editors/contributors names in the table of contents page in Muse? What is that for?
Oh yeah. Three days wishful thinking…
we do get a four-day after exams though
The “nicknames” relate to the stories…i think they’re just sort of a muse-ish thing, not much purpose or anything. I like it better when they’re actual names, not sentences…
I just gave my trumpet a bath haven’t done that in ages…had some lovely green slimy stuff *evil grin*
I’m reaaaaally hyper today. Probably cuz i’m so happy my widdle tummy’s better. I had a killer stomachache this morning. And i hope i didn’t splel that rong…
So far i’ve done a grand total of NO studying today.I’m trying to go a whole day of funness and pretending it’s summer vacation but that’ll probably last until 8 at night when i start to panic and stay up half the night going over random stuff like “John Stuart Mill” and “first person minor” and “imperfect tense” and “how to draw isomethane” and the frantic rush of reviewing will continue until i fall asleep and wake up the next day having forgotten everything i went over.
Yeah well LIG today…happy joy. Might have something to do with me actually sleeping in this morning…
strangely i had good luck yesterday on the 13th but this morning at 5:45am the house across from us got struck by lightning.. strange how that works huh?
In a thunderstorm you should always unplug your computers, tvs, etc. We had our tv fried a few years ago when a lightning bolt hit our back yard…
yeah i noticed those. in the one by douglass addams they spelled zaphod beebebrox wrong, they spelled it beetlebrox. hehehe and have you seen those staff lists in the publishing information? funfunfunfun
BOO.
AAH!!!! *screams, panics, and helplessly runs around in circles* SPHINX!!! *pantpant* don’t DO that! *deep breath*
I liked the napoleon/hornblower issue where their nicknames were all shippy type stuffins. ♥ I love that issue…
okay, so what is ko-konspiratal? is it mostly harmless of wot?
How come the �|� are like this now? Did something change or is it because I’m on Firefox? Does anybody watch the Red Green Show on PBS? It’s on in a couple minutes moose-time. It’s a Canadian show featuring a guy (Red Green) and his friends who run the Possum Lodge. It’s hilarious. He shows you how to fix things (sort of). He uses duct tape a lot. One time he showed how to make new fishing gear out of your old hockey stuff (using duct tape).
they’ve always been like that. some people see the ?I? and some people see white question marks in black diamonds.
And some people see nothing…
I see ?I?.
‘Ello, all!
I’m really kinda sorta cold.
’nuff said.
Oh yeah: Zallie and Pheebs, I LOVE the new avatars! How do you make ’em?
Grant, just ‘case you got a virus from this person does nae mean he knew it was there. My family once got a nasty nasty virus from my GRANDMOTHER. Never, ever open attachments of any kind, even if you are expecting them. There are other ways of getting viruses but that is the most common one.
They’re from a computer game, actually, Phoenix. One of the first things I thought when I opened it up was ‘OMG, this would make wicked avatars or stuff for stories.’ Yeah, I’m a little bit crazy.
And if you HP-board people hadn’t figured it out, the First Task has really started, but we can’t go any further until the last people post. So….POST!
Most viruses don’t affect Macs, luckily. Whenever I get one, it never opens, ’cause my trusty iBook can’t open .exe files, which is what the viruses I get usually are.
and now its time for ‘silly songs with larry’ the part of the sh- augh! dont keel me!
Did you know that Paul McCartney insists that the venues at which he is playing provide 6 6ft tall “full and leafy” floor plants and 2 4-ft tall “full and leafy” plants with “No trees please! We want plants that are just as full on the bottom as the top such as palm, bamboo, peace lilies, etc. No tree trunks!”?
… neither did I.
Huh? What was that?
Which game, Zallie?
The Sims. It’s a secret.
Wow, that post got messed up. Silly ‘submit’ buttom got pressed too soon.
“buttom?”
erm…that’s…interesting lizzie. Not that i understood a word of what you said…
i’ve cleaned out my entire backpack today. I feel accomplished. And i studied. Except i can’t find my science review thing. That’s why i cleaned out my backpack. Oh dear…
Oh yeah and i got an AIM account but it’s not working. I’ve been using my dad’s but i want to figure mine out…So if anybody knows why no messages can get through when the internet connection’s up and i’ve logged in and it’s a valid username that i’m sending to plz tell me.
Oh, THAT Sims.
I used to play Sims but they kepped getting depressed.
I meant button. Yes. Or maybe I meant ‘sumbit bottom‘.
Yeah, a good deal of mine are, but it’s much fun. Pheebs has a whole HP-board neighborhood.
In the new version of Sims, The Sims 2, there are teenagers, old dudes, and toddlers, who are EL ADORABLE! All the HP board people are teenagers.
Can’t wait till Grant sees his av…
My neighbourhood is pretty cool, yus indeed. *bowity bow* Thank yuh, thank yuh, thank yuh vermuch.
I decided Mei Li and Yi Min have a baby sister, Mei Lin, and the three older bros live in a different house, as does Grandma Chang, who’s first name is “Grandma.” Heehee.
And even more notes;
Zara’s little twin brothers are the cutest ever! They have matching striped sweaters.
Phoebe’s little brother, Jacob, was gonna wear the dorky button up coat and knickers as his uniform, but I put him in a really preppy polo shirt instead. He has a perfect hair part. Heehee.
Samuel’s mom is pregnant, Grant is random, I decided Julie’s mom will be single, and I’m trying to get Grant to meet Lola!
Hey. I just got back from a yout retreat, and I’m about to go to a speech and debate conference. I’m not going to be on here until the end of next week. It’s an eight day conference. Bye MB.
See ya! Have a good time.
Ha, Paul also asks for 24 large bars of Ivory soap, despite insisting that there be no meat or meat by-products backstage and that the limosines can’t have leather seats-the soap contains animal fats.
**clarification- Sir Paul McCartney, the ex-Beatle. Not Paul Baker. It’s confusing having musicians named Paul roaming the site, isn’t it…
Where are you getting this information? And what’s all the soap and limos stuff about? Is he doing a concert or something? I’m terribly underinformed about these things and having trouble deciphering your information…
Oh yes and i got my koko shirt today! yaaaaaay! i’m gonna wear it and pronounce myself the ultimate geek tomorrow at exams. It will be terribly intimidating. “Look!” the other students will say, “A geek! Oh no! Aren’t geeks supposed to be smart? Now she’ll get an A and make us look bad!” and they will tremble in fear. I will laugh evilly at the joke, and my self-esteem will also be temporarily lowered by the idiots in my class (i will actually make a point of listening to them tomorrow, as well as trying my hardest to care) which will lead to an A on the exam. All hail my devious scheme.
ooooooooooh james is watching robin hood. I’m gonna go watch the scene. After that i should probably continue studying…*sigh*
Sir McCartney reminds me of Uncle Duke. (“Say, do these rooms have sprinklers?”)
Gah. I want to play Sims, but my comp is waaay too slow. Grrr.
I don’t know about you people, but I really liked our first RRR story. So here’s my pitiful attempt to revitalize it.
Veronica sighed, and wondered for the sixth time in the last few minutes why her parents had to name her “Veronica”. With a name that started with a “v” she was always the last to go in games, and everything else. Why couldn’t they have named her Adela, or something like that? If they had, her name would have been the first in alphabetical order, and she would have already had her turn in Monopoly, but as it was she was dead last, and by the time she went most of the good properties would be gone.
Right now Lana was going. That left Nancy, Ruby, and Stacy to go before she would have a turn. Drat it.
“Yay!!! Oriental Avenue,” screamed Lana, “I definitely want to buy it!!! Oh, this is so fun!!”
“Fun for you maybe,” thought Veronica darkly,” It’s easy to have fun when you aren’t last.” She never had liked Lana. She didn’t know if it had something to do with the fact that Lana always had the best luck, or if it was her too-up personality. It was hard to tell.
Stacy was going now, almost time.
Why had she even agreed to come to this sleepover? She never had fun at these things, and she didn’t even like most of the nine other girls there, Amy, Dana, Emma, Kelly, Jan, Lana, Nancy, Ruby and Stacy. She liked Dana a little, but one girl was not enough to make a sleepover worth her time. Why had she let her mom talk her into coming? She could here her voice now, “it’ll be fun! They’re all nice girls, there is no reason in the world why you shouldn’t like them!” Typical short-sited mother.
A voice snapped her out of her reverie, “Veronica, it’s your turn now.”
Veronica started at the voice, jerked suddenly out of her thoughts. She absentmindedly accepted the dice, but only rolled them around in her hand, continuing her thinking. Always she was last. Always she was overlooked. What gave other people such power to always have good luck and fortune? What made some people the untouchable popular, and others the lower-than-dirt sludge? Why could she never be one of the fortunate? Always alone, always cast out. She didn’t belong here, and she knew it. Judging by the way the other girls were staring at her, they knew it too. Their lives fell into such an easy pattern. Why should she be any different?
Veronica stood up abruptly and dropped the dice carelessly on the board, upsetting several properties. She looked down on the girls and their petty game with distaste. Why should she bother being here any longer? The other girls didn’t understand what she was doing.
“Veronica, c’mon, roll and let’s go,” Lana whined. Her pretty face was pouty and displeased. “What’s wrong with you?”
Veronica looked at her and did not answer. She took a deep breath, and seemed to expand with infinite confidence and wondrous power. She stood there but a moment longer, then turned and left the room. Dana started and made as if to follow her; but did not. Veronica’s mind was boiling with restless cautions and warnings, but she paid no heed. She gathered her sleepover in the next room and left the house quietly, yet with confidence. As she shut the front door, she breathed deeply the wild smell of the night. Veronica was still wearing her day clothes, though it was ten o’clock at night; she put on her raincoat, because it was drizzling slightly, and began the mile-and-a-half walk home with her flashlight to guide her.
Veronica walked in confidence down the dark, quiescent roads, damp with rain and wet leaf litter. She knew no one could touch her; she knew she had power for this time. Veronica reveled in the rain, the dark, the smell of the world, still awake and moving, though sunless, clicking and whispering and rustling to itself. She felt more alive than she’d ever been. Until, that is, she reached her house, and had to deal with the angry voice of her mother, demanding to know what she was doing outside at ten-thirty when she was supposed to be at a slumber party. The harsh sound beat her inner power back down again, to shrink and cower in hiding like it had for so many years.
After her mother reprimanded her, Veronica agreed to go back and apologize for her behavior. She half-heartedly trudged along the alley, feeling unhappy, until something met her nose. It smelled a little of deep lavender, tinged with just the slightest bit of cinnamon, with something else she couldn’t quite recognize.
And then she recognized it. Upon countless occasions, Veronica had been to the dentist. (She had weak enamel.) In one, she had to haves several teeth pulls. They had put her under for the occasion, and Veronica suddenly recognized its smell. It was the sedative. She quickly collapsed in the alleyway, with no one within a block of her to help.
* * *
The inner power Veronica felt slowly flowed out of her body into the street.
Three blocks away, Adela turned around and gulped in a breath of air instead of muddy water, gasping after Andrew’s retreating back.
“Curse him,” she muttered under her breath, wiping the icy rainwater from her thin face. She hated Andrew and his sense of humor, his constant teasing and pushing and shoving. She shrugged her shoulders and started after him.
Adela could see him turning the corner when she tripped. Something unseen was pulling her toward the old alley behind her house. Adela had always gone there to be alone, away from Andrew, when she was little. Andrew never seemed to be able to find it. She hadn’t been there for a while, though, and was surprised to find that nothing much had changed. It was still paved with dirty bricks with barrels leaning against boxes and perched on top of the old rusted Dumpster.
She could see that there was something lying in the middle of the alley now. On closer inspection, this turned out to be a girl. Her body felt cool, deprived of the mysterious humming that Adela could feel in people when she touched their skin. Something told her the girl was not dead, and her suspicions were proven when a hand shot out from the body and delivered a jolt of energy so strong that Adela could feel blackness seeping around the edges of her mind.
“Who are you?” the girl asked just before darkness filled Adela’s world.
* * *
Ruby rounded the corner into the alleyway, pulling her coat around her for warmth. She knew she had seen Adela come down here somewhere. She stopped dead when she saw the two girls on the ground. Adela and Veronica–the two who had left shelter, one after another. She glanced up at the sky, looking for something. There was no moon. Drat, drat, drat! The silly girls had gone out during the Witching Hour with no moon! As far as she knew, she was the only one safe doing that. Slowly, Ruby knelt down beside them and touched first Veronica, then Adela. Good, they both had a pulse. From the looks of things, Veronica had been sedated, but she couldn’t tell what had happened to Adela. She would have a hard time explaining how she had found them, as well. Slowly she stretched out a hand toward Veronica, not quite touching her, and another toward Adela. She closed her eyes and hummed softly, a seemingly random tune. Slowly, the two began to stir. But just then, something moved in the alley behind her, and she could smell something sweet…
* * *
“Aw mom, I don’t know why she left!” Lana whined. “I don’t see why I should apologize! It’s not our fault she was such a dork!”
“Lana, something obviously upset her. The polite thing to do would be to go over to her house and see what’s wrong.”
“I don’t know, maybe she just doesn’t like us or something! Come on mom, it’s raining out!”
“Well….” Lana’s mom hesitated.
“I’ll drive you there Lana,” Lana’s dad cut in. “Get your raincoat.”
Lana stayed where she was. “I don’t want to go. She doesn’t want to see me anyway. I don’t know why she left! I won’t go! You can’t make me!”
“Ok then forget it,” Lana’s dad said. Lana sighed in relief. “No, you can walk there.”
“DAAAAAAAAAD!!!” Lana screamed. “FINE! I’ll just leave then! But I’m not coming back!”
She grabbed her raincoat and stomped out the door. Her mom flinched but her dad just said, “Leave her. She’ll be back.”
Lana had no intention of going to apologize to Veronica, but she ended up going in the direction of her house anyway. Suddenly, she decided to go back home. She was cold and wet and tired. Unfortunately, just as she was turning around a fist shot out in front of her. It was holding something, something that smelled strong and suspiciously like sedative…
* * *
Leah huddled in her cot as the wind blew in through the window. Downstairs, she could hear her mother and father congratulating hers siblings on their beautiful performances. Leah was up here for telling them it was horrible. It was, though. If the teacher had chosen Leah for the leading role, she wouldn’t have done it like Anastasia… Leah stood up, and did a few moves. Neck straight, good posture, toes constantly pointed… She pirouetted and did a jete, and was swept off into the world of dance, which was much better than this. In dance, people cared about her, unlike her parents, giving everyone else the credit. Especially her siblings. Suddenly, someone pounded on the door.
“Leah, come out here and apologize to your sister.”
Leah tripped in the middle of a turn, and the fantasy quickly fell away. The first thing she saw was her window. She smiled. Now was the time. She was on the first floor, she quickly and gracefully vaulted out the window, and skipped off into the alleyways, still in her ballets shoes and a tight bun on the back of her head. She was going to go off and become a dancer by herself. She pulled her glasses out of her pocket and peered into the next alley. Something was lying there… in fact, many things… she crept forward, and realized they were people, all girls, about her age. She was going to scream when an arm reached out of nowhere and stuffed a cloth that smelled suspiciously like sedative out in her face. It instantly smothered her shriek.
Leah’s last thought was, Oh hell, it is sedative. Than she and her dirty mouth collapsed on the asphalt alleyway.
* * *
Veronica was the first to wake. Her head felt as if it had been pounded by a million iron hammers. With an effort, she sat up and then almost screamed aloud. This wasn’t the alleyway. In fact, this looked more like a science lab. She was lying on a bed, and she could see several other girls her age around her. She jerked upwards, and jumped off the bed. But before she could reach the door, it opened.
* * *
A harsh metal clang jolted Adela out of unconsciousness. She glanced around her, surprised that instead of a dark alleyway, she was lying in a hospital bed under bright florescent lights. It looked like some sort of lab.
The girl she had seen in the alley was crouched on the floor, her eyes wide in terror. Adela was wondering what she was so afraid of, when she noticed that the metal door was open, and the space behind gaped into darkness. The clang she heard must have been caused when the door handle struck the wall. She was about to ask the other girl where the heck they were, but here words caught in her throat when a woman stepped out of the darkness.
* * *
“Someone turned on the lights,” grumbled Ruby.
Adela and Veronica stared at her, than, realizing they weren’t alone, stared at each other.
“Um,” said Adela awkwardly, “Is this place yours?”
“No…” said Veronica, looking around.
Ruby’s eyes snapped open and she sprang up, glancing wildly in all directions, “I said turn ’em off!” suddenly she saw where she was and the other girls, and the woman in the doorway.
Adela and Ruby were both very shy. The two of them now were biting their lips and fidgeting. Veronica’s good upbringing immediately took over.
“Hello, M’am,” she said politely.
“M’am?” hissed the figure in a masculine tone. Veronica was now blushing furiously.
“I mean, sir. Sir? Sorry, um… sorry. Sorry sorry? Yes,” said Veronica.”Sorry sorry. Yes sorry sorry.”
The thing, she guessed it was, approached her menacingly. “I bring,†it said.
“Right,†said Veronica hoping she meant food.
The thing hissed, and grabbed her by the wrist, and Adela with the other. Than, another limb extended from her robes and snatched Ruby’s collar, whilst yet another grabbed Leah by the back of the shirt, just as she woke, and dragged them out into the corridor.
* * *
The thing, having used an impossible amount of limbs already to secure the girls, revealed a further four as it dragged them down the hall, which Veronica noticed was lit with torches set in sconces. The figure continued through the flickering light until they reached an area where there were no torches.
They were all dragged off, legs scraping on the pavement. Lana was about to complain, but was too terrified.
“I got them,†the “thing†said.
The girls could just make out a figure sitting in a chair.
“Geese, is that anyway to treat guests?†A cool female voice spoke from the chair.
The figure stood up and turned around. She looked to be about 14 years old at the most. She was very short with green eyes like a forest. She didn’t smile, but at the same time she didn’t frown. Her face was like a Japanese paper mask.
“Hello, I’m Natsuko, you are here for an alchemic experiment.†The girl said. Her voice was cold and clear, but the one it affected the most was Ruby. Ruby was an anime fan and one of her favorite amines was Full Metal Alchemist, and in it “Alchemic research†normally meant turning them into a chimera. Which wouldn’t be fun.
* * *
It was 10:00 in the morning, and Veronica’s parents were beginning to get a bit worried.
“Maybe we should call Lana’s parents, and make sure that she is over there, she should be back by now,” Veronica’s father mused.
“She’s probably fine, probably sleeping like a baby at her house. But maybe we should, just to make sure everything’s fine and.” Veronica’s mother’s voice trailed off.
“I’ll do it now,” replied her father, walking over to the phone.
“Hello, this is Charles Walker, Veronica’s father. I’m just calling to check that she’s all right. What do you mean she’s not there? We sent her back after she walked out to apologize, and when she didn’t come back. We figured that she had just stayed… No, we haven’t seen Lana, or Ruby. They’re missing? Any idea where they’ve gone? no, I don’t think Veronica would have gone off somewhere with them.. Do the other’s have any idea. Okay, I’ll do that, and I’ll report that they’re missing.” He hung up.
“Veronica never made it over there. Ruby Laan wasn’t planning to sleep over and left to go home early, but she never arrived. Lana’s parents sent her over here to apologize to Veronica. I’m calling the police.”
Veronica’s mother sat in shock, her eyes drifting to the window and the peaceful street outside.
* * *
“Al-alchemy?†Ruby stuttered, now very much awake. The grip on her intensified, and she felt her breath becoming shallower and shallower. The girls about her seemed to be having the same problem.
“Geese!” The woman’s sharp voice rang out clearly, her eyes burning suddenly with an intensity not of this earth.
The small figure’s grip released, and he retreated to out the door with much haste.
“Now…where were we?” The woman smiled, her teeth quite white.
“Ah yes. My experiment.”
* * *
Out on the streets, a man cloaked in black with red, frizzled hair strolled up to a black lab. His eyes darted to signs nailed against to the lab. “Experimenting lab, dangers.” With a snort, he reached for the handle, but a mysterious pulse drew him back against the wall. He shook his head, unharmed. “Leana?” He growled.
Only a tiny whisper quivered through the doorknob’s hole. “Who is it?” it inquired.
“Nigel.” He snapped. There was a small, gentle whimper and the doors swung open.
“Where is PDI?” He asked, powerfully.
“Oh, you mean-you mean-master’s creation?” Whispered the small voice.
“You know what I mean, Leana.” He snarled, dangerously.
“Yes sir, I’ll take you to PDI.” Slowly, a small, stout figure appeared from behind a metallic door.
“Report to PDI. Come to the central.” It squeaked as loudly as she could through and large intercom. Slowly, shuffling against concrete could be heard. A flash of silver, and them a full exposure of a robotic person.
“Master?” It said tonelessly, nevertheless not failing to bow.
“And PDI?” he said less aggressively. For a small moment their eyes meant with a tinge of recognition. He narrowed his large green eyes, and started into PDI’s.
“I want to talk to you later, but not right now. Right now I want to know if Juo has gotten our…” a small, wicked smile bloomed on his face. “Patients, hm?”
Again, tonelessly, the creature said, “Most certainly sir. I can take you to them.”
“Please do,” he said interested, “Please do.”
“Wait just one moment.” Ruby’s firm voice rang out from the back of the group of frightened girls. “What do you mean, alchemic research? What do you need with a bunch of teenage girls? There isn’t anything special about us!” She crossed her fingers behind her back as she said that, all too aware of her rather special abilities. But what if the rest of these girls…
The woman smiled. “Oh?” she said. “You like to sing, don’t you, girl?”
Ruby inhaled sharply. How could she have known?
The woman turned to Veronica. “And you. Ever had a feeling of power? Invincibility, of being unrestrained by physical limits?” She did not wait for a reply, directing her speech next to Lana. “Ever had a feeling of not being what you truly appear to be? Want to be something else, perhaps? Envy cats or some other specific animal for its, uh,” she paused. ‘flexibility?’ Listen, you stupid girls, ever heard of something called precognition? How about telekinesis? Clairvoyance, perhaps? Or is it just MAGIC? Until you are properly studied, we’ll never know.â€
“Andâ€, she added as an afterthought, “your parents have called the police. Don’t worry, the coppers will escape with their skins–barely. Goodnight!”
Before long, all the girls were properly contained. The lady walked down the long line of clear plastic cells, reading the labels and smiling. Veronica Moor–telekinetic. Adela McCarson–healer, powers unknown. Ruby Laan–unknown, taps various powers through vocal activity. Lana Brown–metamorphosis of self, untapped. Leah Stevenson–pyrotecnotic, untapped…
PDI shuffled down the hall. Quietly, PDI shifted silently away from where the man was, breathing heavily. She slipped out of her shoes, and out of her disguise. Golden locks fell out. “Nigel…” she whispered. She trotted steadily to the lab where Juo, her sister awaited. “Are they here?” she asked, inquisitively.
“Oh, they’ve been here for awhile.” In tanks filled with a blackish blue liquid were many girls, labels to accompany them.
“Radiation at high speed?” She asked, running her slender fingers through her tangled hair.
“Yep…” Juo replied, preoccupied with the mechanics. Soon the squeak of acceleration was singing steadily. The girls in their cases twitch gently.
“Good job.” Then she heard the clang of boots. “Darn…” she cursed, quietly. “Darn, darn, darn!” She rasped, her voice now hissing. “Juo, go lock the doors.” Juo turned her head at her sister, confused. “Do as I say!” she yelled. Juo trotted quickly to the doors, but not quick enough. Nigel came in, his eyes wide.
“I knew it, Tignite. I knew it. You couldn’t stay in your clever little disguise forever.” Suddenly, there was a piercing scream. Ruby, whose eyes burned like acid had flowed into them shrieked in fright.
“Shut off the yedinir system!” screamed Nigel. Although his boots were wet with the slosh of yesterday’s rainstorm, he managed to get past the befuddled Tignite and Juo all the way to the machinery, where he shut off all the mechanisms so the hum of their work could no longer be heard. “Are you crazy?” He rasped. “You think the coppers can make it past these gates?” Juo looked at her sister. Suddenly, without warning, Veronica bust through the glass as if she had been one of the fantastic four. It was almost as if you were waiting to hear her main theme song, but suddenly she fell to the ground and the pungent smell of gas filled the air.
“Are you trying to rid them of their powers?” he shrieked, reaching out for one of the sister’s necks.
“Stop it, Nigel.” Said a voice from nowhere, quite smoothly. It was a radiant lady all in red, with red hair–wild red hair. “You’ve gone far enough.” She soothed. Slowly, gently, she made her way to the heaving body of Veronica. “Oh, great.” She said sarcastically. She laid a gloved hand on Veronica’s jacketed back. Then she tossed her hair behind her back and sighed. “You’re working with a power almost like the sister to death,” warned the lady. “If they are killed, or subsequently just seem to be, when we evacuate there will be no more breath for us. The lab will be done for.”
Nigel started at the lady. “I didn’t know Celentra. I didn’t.” Just as they expected all the girls burst out of their cases, liquid spilling all over the floor. Nigel bowed his head, ashamed. Celentra began to twitch.
“Did I tell you,” she began. “That these were my children?” Her voice grew louder as her anger quickened to a steady pace. “That metamorphosis and etc., were placed quite sparingly on earth by me? And isn’t it a coincidence that all of these great to-be heroines should get together” she chortled softly, “At a sleepover?” All the bodies of the girls were heaving gently, slowly regaining their strength granted by earth.
The girls lay on the cold concrete floor, breathing hard after their ordeal. Veronica, the first out, found the strength to lift her head and look around. The lady who had put them in the cases was talking to another, with tangled red hair, bright as rubies. An odd feeling of love flooded through Veronica as the woman put her hand on her hair, and she felt safe somehow. Around her, she saw the others relaxing slightly, and Adela–the healer, she reminded herself–got up, coughing. Lana was the first to speak. Her trial seemed to have softened her a bit, as her voice had only a fraction of its former bratty quality, although her old boldness was still there.
“Uh, listen…” she coughed, and spat out some of the blue liquid with difficulty. “Uh…” behind her, Ruby was crying soundlessly, seemingly unable to make a noise.
“Does this mean no more alchemy?”
“Yeah,” said Leah. “How do we know this isn’t another trick? And I used to be able to light fires. This blue stuff…” she pointed a finger a pile of damp cloth in the corner. It smoldered feebly, but soon went out.
“Well, it keeps me from doing it, see?”
Celentra smiled. “I created you. No, I do not want you to die, if I can help it. I shall certainly try to avoid hurting you, and another episode like this will not be tolerated.”
The other two scientists–or whatever they were–cringed. The red haired woman softened slightly. “I have no power here–why do you think I created you in the first place? Just remember that I love you.” suddenly there was a swirl of light, and the lady disappeared. A voice echoed in the depths of the girls’ minds. They will try to use you, despite my wishes. Don’t let them. Use your power.
Veronica glared at the two sisters who glared back. “You put us into this, didn’t you?” She tried to use her powers to move around, but she couldn’t “What did you do?” she whined.
Suddenly, Lana stood up. “I won’t put up with this,†she said stubbornly. “I won’t. I’m going to wake up and I’m going to be able to do everything I could. I won’t put up with it. Never.”
Juo raised one of her skinny eyebrows. Behind her, Nigel was pulling out his hair.
“I knew it,” he roared, “I knew Celentra would be this way.”
Tignite rolled her eyes. “Do you really care what Celentra thinks?” Juo nodded in agreement. “What can she do? Cast spells on us or something?”
Nigel narrowed his eyes. “You don’t know what she’s capable of.” He snarled dangerously.
“And neither do you,” said Juo, unintimidated.
Leana small voice quivered from all the rest. “They’re here,” she whimpered. Behind her, black figures stood ready and prepared. “I tried.” She squeaked faintly.
“Who’s here?” Juo inquired. “The cops?” Leana gently nodded.
“Mmhmm…” Tignite snorted. “Jeez, Leana, it’s not so bad….” a nasty grin formed on the prettiest of the sister’s face. She swooped around to face the girls. “Which one of you is capable of transforming?” Lana slowly raised her hand, looking around at the other girls helplessly. “Then come here, girl!” she commanded. Lana shuffled as if entranced over to Tignite.
“Stop it, girl,” Celentra’s voice called. “They’re trying to use you, they’ll always be. Don’t let them.” With a squeeze of her arm, Lana turned herself into a dragonfly, swooping around the lab.
“Is that the best you can do to escape?” Juo laughed. Nigel raised his hand.
Suddenly a strong voice echoed throughout the building. “This is the Colddrun police. Release all weapons.” It commanded.
“You’ll have to tear us apart, limb from limb,” Juo squealed under her breath. “Cause their sewn into us.” Suddenly, a muscular figure appeared silhouetted in the doorway.
“Mr. Braxton?” He said confusedly, “I didn’t think you’d be part of this plot.”
Nigel wrung his hands nervously. “W-well I’m not. I was trying to get the girls before you had to do anything.”
The other man looked interested. “Really?” Nigel tried his best to give an honest nod. “Then why are they,” he said pointing to the dragonfly and the huddled girls, “All scared and hurt-looking?”
Nigel stared at the girls. He squinted, under psychological pain and entrapment. “They’re not,” he said. “I saved them, before these two,” he said, swerving around to Juo and Tignite who were trying to make a run for it, “Did what they did.”
* * *
A sleek, catlike shape landed soundlessly in the alleyway. Sniffing several times, he yowled and leaped at the door, which crumpled like paper under his weight. A stone corridor stood gaping were the door once stood.
He grumbled to himself as he padded silently down the hallway. “It took me three days, three whole days to track them down. MUUAP could have sent Akkaveesh, but no, they had to send me because I’m less noticeable. Ba!”
* * *
Adela spoke. Pointing a shaking finger at the man, she said, “what do you mean, save us? If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t be here! Lana, come here, I think I can change you back.” she held out a finger, and the dragonfly obediently landed on it. With a pop, it changed back into Lana, who fell with a thump to the floor.
“I’ll have to work on that,” she muttered.
The night sky dimmed, and through a small window, dark figures could be seen squirming around the lab. But only one pair of eyes saw what was happening, and his name was Nigel.
“Where did he go?” Roared a cop, with a silver badge.
” I swear sir,” whimpered a junior officer, “I didn’t see him go, or I think he just vanished into the air!”
Outside, Nigel chuckled darkly.
“This isn’t Harry Potter you know,” the senior cop declared.
After a brief pause, a pair of cops and two villains were pulled into the scene of the crime. The first of the villains was Tignite and the second was Juo. Both looked frazzled and dazed, and especially Juo, who looked as she might have just seen a ghost.
“Okay, you two,” spoke the badged cop,
“What have you been doing in this pigpen of yours?”
Juo glimpsed briefly at her sister and then began her lie.
“Just performing some scientific experiments on our new cure for cancer. These girls were to test it. We’ve tested it ourselves-”
“Don’t lie to me, you insufficient citizen!” He roared grabbing Juo by the scruff of her neck. “Anymore of this dishonesty, and you’ll be gone from the face of this country. Do you understand,” he muttered directly and darkly to her, “Do you understand the condition of what I say?”
She quietly nodded. “Certainly, sir.”
He glared at her. Suddenly there was a scream, and all the lights dimmed.
* * *
“Lana,” Ruby scolded, “If they know we’re down here, we’re done for.”
Veronica scowled, slumped against the wall. “I didn’t know that going back to you dorks would lead me here.”
Lana screamed again, her face pale and her eyes bloodshot.
Adela started at her, leaning quite self-consciously against an electricity generator.
“Sssh, Lana. What Ruby said.”
Slowly, Lana metamorphsized, out of control. In the situation they were in, there was nothing they could do about it.
First, there was only a flash of silver, and then suddenly Nigel appeared with them, as if sent by an unknown spirit. He smiled innocently, something, he recalled, he hadn’t done in a while.
“Come on girls,” he soothed.
“Come on,” Lana echoed as if entranced.
Nigel glared at her.
“Lana?”
“What’s happened to her?” He asked.
“Well, she was trying to be a dragonfly, and then everything went haywire.â€
Ruby stepped forward. She was slightly older than the others, and deemed herself the leader for that reason. “Hold on one moment. None of us are going with you unless you do some explaining.” she crossed her arms defiantly, ignoring Lana, who was now a small python. “For one, we know you knocked us all out! I for one knew my powers. If you hadn’t sedated me, I would have defended the others and we would have gotten away!” she stepped closer, lowering her voice to a whisper. “And one more thing. If you make one false move against us, you can be sure you won’t survive to see the consequences. After all,” she said with a threatening smile, “There are five of us. Five out-of-control mages with nothing to lose and who bear you a grudge. And I for one would make sure Adela wouldn’t heal you!” She hummed a note, threateningly, and moved back. “Sit,” she said, gesturing at the concrete floor. “Sit and explain.”
* * *
Somewhere else in the lab, Natsuko was arguing with her sister.
“Natsuko, you can’t use them! Their lives aren’t yours to take!” a doll yelled standing in front of her sister.
“No, I have to get you back to normal. This is all my fault.” Natsuko said gently touching her sister’s doll face. “Do you remember what happened? What was taken from us?”
* * *
Leah was feeling very iffy about going with Nigel, even if he did seem sufficiently intimidated by Ruby. She carefully got up and minced delicately with the rest. Lana had managed to come back to her human form, decided to establish dominance over what she saw as the rest of the herd, the unintelligent girls around her. She sighed and wondered why her mother made her invite them to sleepovers like this.
“Hello,” she said formally to the smaller girl. “Same to you,” replied Leah primly.
“I’m older than you,” commented Lana after a minute. ”
What makes you think that?”
“I’m taller, and I’m twelve.”
“Thirteen.”
Lana was dumbstruck. That wasn’t what Leah was supposed to say.
Ruby was the oldest, and thus far unobjected-to leader, so she was following Nigel in front. She always got nervous, but humming or singing or whistling sometimes helped, so she began humming tunelessly. Nigel turned and slapped a hand over her mouth, trying to stop her – and within instants, the other four (or is it five?) were surrounding him, looking menacing. He let go uneasily.
“Just stopping her from accidentally using her voice,” he said awkwardly, and they continued. Dealing with teenage mages is going to be harder than I thought, he thought. The plan is going to be difficult to carry out. He quickly sped up to a brisk trot through the corridors.
Humbled by Leah’s stinging thirteen-year-oldness, Lana was moping in the back, feeling mad about none of her friends from cheerleading practice were mages too.
* * *
Achmet padded down the corridor. He paused only to listen for a second, letting a small breeze ruffle his sand colored fur before continuing. Suddenly, without warning he snarled and leaped into the darkness, knocking over a red haired man. He stared at the fallen form. “Oh hello, Nigel, I see you found them. Lets go out in the moonlight so we can see each other.”
* * *
Veronica, Lana, Adela and Leah followed Nigel and the thing down the corridor, and out into the same alleyway that they had lane unconscious in hours ago. Lana gasped as she saw what the thing was he was a huge cat, like a lynx, but much bigger. He had enormous amber eyes that glowed gold in the moonlight.
“Don’t count yourself safe yet!” hissed a voice from the darkness.
As she stepped out into the alleyway, tendrils of memory began moving across Adela’s mind. She was eight, and Andrew had pushed her off the swing. Her arm hurt. It felt like it was broken.
Adela felt the needles of pain again at the memory, followed by the cooling sensation of healing. Her arm had been mended like new again. The memory of Andrew’s startled face was imprinted in her brain forever.
She smiled a grim smile at the thought. Somehow, in the darkness, her foot slipped on rough cobbles and her arm hit the ground. Adela heard bone snapping a second before the pain had fully reached her. With natural motion that came from healing herself so often, Adela helped a hint of fire wrap itself around the break.
The cat turned around, waiting for her with an expression like a sneer in its amber eyes. That look was quickly swept away, though, when it saw the bone fuse together in Adela’s arm. There was shock there, and recognition.
Adela’s mind was brought abruptly back to that day at the swing set. And if the face hadn’t been unmistakably feline, she could have sworn it was Andrew staring out at her in disbelief…Then the world swirled around her, and went dark.
Achmet stared at the place were Adela and Leah had disappeared. He muttered several Arabic curses under his breath and turned accusingly to Nigel, who felt his thoughts.
You didn’t tell me Akkaveesh was come here, now! Of all the places to test them!
I didn’t know.
Nigel shrugged. Do you think we should tell the other two? He glanced at Veronica and Lana.
Of course not! Achmet snapped back. It isn’t a test if they know.
Lana and Veronica could tell something was going on between Nigel and the cat.
“That’s impossible”, said Veronica to no one unparticular. “You can’t communicate without speech or hand motions or something.”
The cat just looked at her intently. If he had eyebrows, they would have been raised.
* * *
Ruby hummed threateningly. She could tell Leah and Adela were huddled in a corner. Guarding them was some sort large spider.
Ruby hummed again, and a shockwave tossed the spider against the wall. It responded by shooting strings of thick, black webbing at her. Ruby laughed as she easily tossed them aside with her voice.
Then the spider did something totally unexpected. It dissolved. It was like it had become part of the darkness in the corridor.
Suddenly, Ruby felt as if the darkness in the corridor was pressing in around her. She tried to hum, but the solid night muffled her. She couldn’t sing, couldn’t hum, couldn’t breath. Her last thoughts before she blacked out were What the heck am I fighting anyway. . .
Now this, people is where we got confused. We need to agree on what happens next.
Option A. Ruby, Adela, and Leah go to Athanath
Option B. Everybody goes to Achmet’s fortress
Or…Option C(my vote) Athanath makes Akkaveesh go to sleep, allowing Leah and Adela to escape to the city place. Ruby is sent to Athanath, but then escapes and find the other two girls. Nigel is really a traitor and a light afreet, and is trying to recapture the girls for the Powers. Akkaveesh catches him, just as he is about to ambush Ruby, Leah, and Adela. They fight, and Akkaveesh eventually wins and makes Nigel go to sleep for a few hundred years. Then Akkaveesh guides the three girls to Achmet’s stronghold via a door in the city.
This is my last post for a long time. Carry on without me, if you can. *sniff snuffle sob*
Calo anor na ven, MG! We’ll see you later.
Insult me if you want.
Should I sing “She came into our lives but now she’s leaving” in the manner of the Muppets on the John Cleese show?
I’m getting this information about Sir Paul from this website which has tons of concert riders (the demands people make before they consent to play a show- if the producers do such-and-such, then the artist will perform- Van Halen, I think it was, for example, demanded a bowl of only brown m&ms- their explaination was that they had a whole lot of gear and so they needed to be sure that the producers knew how much the stage had to support so if they came in and saw a bowl of mixed m&ms they’d know that the producer hadn’t read it carefully and wouldn’t trust the stage). They’re very interesting. Eh, I like Paul, but George’s my favorite. Too bad he’s dead.
Anyway, I’m going to go have my snack and go to bed. I’ll be back in about a week when it’s the weekend and I actually have some spare time again…
I can’t think of anything to say.
Then why don’t you sing something over on Music & Lyrics?
Pheebs: Good luck keeping Grant and Lola AWAY from each other…
I liked our story. Only problem was that we were veering toward Sueland, and our plot was WAY convoluted! We were all godplaying, too (making your charecter the center of events). Plus we had too many charecters. How ’bout, if we continue it, we make 2 or 3 of the charecters boys?
and let’s outline our charecters’ powers before we go to avoid Sueishness.
Ruby:
Powers: She can convert energy to suit her needs. As in, she can take heat from an erupting volcano and melt an iron bar.
weaknesses: she has a limited range. It will get larger as the story goes on, but it is still bound by distance (although not by obstacles). She can also only access the power through a vocal intonation although if we decide the girls are Efrit this becomes a booster rather than a condition once she gets her tattoo.
Virtues: brave– very brave. she never lets anything or anyone stand in her way.
faults: can be rash and gets angry easily, whereapon she tends not to think ahead.
I vote the last one, too.
woooooow long chintsu.
i’m wearing my hott koko shirt. let’s see if my evil exam plot worked…
yes, the exams HAVE BEGUN! bum bum buuuuum. I get to come home at 10:35 tomorrow. Haha. I laugh at you peoples without exams. Mwahaha.
oh yeah and we finally got the circle of 4ths q at the science optional period today. it was pretty funny cuz andy was the one who got it and he kept thinking of it and then forgetting and then he was like “my brains are falling out of my head” and that was really funny cuz he practically has an afro (not quite though. too short) so yeah. Fun stuff. Oh and all the 6th hr. study hall losers got to go home early today. I spit in their faces PTOOEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! say it in a french taunter voice. It’s really fun to do. Yup yup. Walk up to random people and say “I spit in your face! PTOOEY!” in a french taunter accent and see what they do. Hours of fun.
Yeah i’m rambling. Ramble ramble. Oh we had choklit doughnuts at the english exam, cuz the seniors brought some in for their exam and there were leftovers. Yuuuummm.
Gots to do math notecard tonight+study a bit. then maybe study some latin. Fun fun. Other than that WOOHOO!!!!! It’s exam time! I ♥ the exams. The week before exams sucks but the actual exams rock. But then if you didn’t study the week before exams it wouldn’t suck but the exams would cuz you’d be the last one there and stuff. AND you’d get a bad grade. OOOOOH! so yeah. yup yup yuppers. Done rambling now. I think. Maybe. I’ll go ramble somewhere else.
Gad, I wish my mom would hurry up and get all the data she wants off the computer. In case you’re wondering how this is here, I have two words for you: public library.
You have a Latin class? Fac ut gaudeam. I wish our school did.
You know more latin than i do without a class mr. chairman. Pautsch *hiss* i have pautsch. But I can still call you all stupid pests if i want to! MWAHAHAHAHA! fatuous molesti! Or something like that! jk. You’re not fatuous molesti. You’re…erm…um…i don’t know…ask me when i’m not multi-tasking…
Help! I’ve been working on a Julius Caesar paper for three hours! I’m only about 2/3 done. It wasn’t exactly supposed to be a ‘paper’, but I don’t think that my Mom knew how long it would take and now I have to do the whole thing today.
yu homeskool rite? dont complain.
yu homeskool rite? dont complain.
jk
All right. Yeah, we did get Sueish and godplaying-y. (Guilty as charged, all of us that I can think of.) BUT! We can redeem ourselves. Maybe. If we’re going to start the old story up again, we might need a new thread. RRR Classic, or something. RRR Original. RRR v. 1.1. Something.
I think we ought to have a thread on languages, so people can chat in Latin, French, etc. Are there any other French speakers around here?
Je parle francais!
Yes, I’m homeschooled. I know I shouldn’t complain, but it’s so tempting! I must know less French than anybody on the face of the earth. I know some Latin and some Spanish. La nina pone la termometro en la boca. Es horrible. That didn’t really mean anything sane.
Oui! Non! Sacre Bleu! parlaiz-vous francais? Cuz i don’t. That’s the extent of my knowledge of french.
I never really have anything to complain about. It’s just the act of complaining. It’s better than choklit for getting your brain working again *gasp* yes, i said better than choklit. But the two DO work marvelously together!
oui, let us sit around the fire, knit, eat choklit, and complain. and maybe discuss various books.
Hmmmm. Maybe we move our story over the to the writing thread.
Or create a new thread for it.
But boys don’t go to sleepovers with girls…..
Anyway lots of the afareet are boys. We need to decide on an MC too. I vote Ruby.
oH and something else. The other girls were not supposed to be afareet. All gifted have some afreet blood, and they all have animal familiars like afareet have human familiars. But most gifted don’t discover their familiars untill their a few thousand years old. Adela’s an oddity.
I think you need a new space to work on this. Here you go.
Because so many new threads have started lately, I’ll also lengthen the blog pages to show more topics.
Good luck!
‘Ello, all!
I have just started to learn active Arabic, although it isn’t very effective as I am learning from tapes and books.
Draco Dracone Draconem
Guess who’s home from skooooooool??? me! Me! ME!
we had a take-home band exam so i get the next period off. WOOHOO!!! And i don’t have to go in tomorrow until 12:10, and i get out at 2:00. Then friday’s the same as today. w00t! I gloat! Hear me gloat!
Ebeth: *gloats*
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
I had the second part of my Spanish final exam today. Yesterday was a 171 point test. (Yes, 171.) Today was the oral exam, in which I pwned. I also got to watch Shrek 2 in Spanish with English subtitles.
Stop gloating. My school hasn’t had a single snow day yet this year.
neither has mine. my cousins live in northern MI and they keep emailing me and gloating. grrrrr…
But i got out early! yaaay for exams!
we had a couple of early ins and outs. but we keep having holidays, last week was our only full week this month!
The only way I could ever get a snow day is if the roof blew off and it snowed inside. Not that I’m complaining. I got to watch an old black and white version of Julius Caesar in school today. It was good, but sort o’ hokey. How can we knit and eat chocotate (or cokolate or choklit) at the same time? I don’t know how to knit anyway, so I’ll just eat cokolate, if nobody minds.
Has anyone seen “A Knight’s Tale”? I’m listening to that song that begins ‘We will we will rock you…’ right now and I thought of it. Hysterically funny movie. In the beginning there is a jousting scene and while the knights bash each other a DJ is singing that song in the stands and all the people are singing and clapping. Great film!
y’know what? all those filibustering senators should read the museblog. then it would be in the congressional record.
hehehehe
mwahahahahahaha
…
What if they all decided to become MuseBloggers? I’m not sure whether that would be good or bad.
Oh yeah! A Knight’s Tale! I loved that movie! By the way that song is called (surprise, surprise) We Will Rock You. Did you notice how they made it look like the trumpet players were doing the guitar solo (i guess you could call it that) at the end of the song? Funny funny…
Whats-her-face the babe: Better a girl with a flower than a boy with a horse and a stick.
Wat: It’s called lance. Hello…
Ooooh, that movie reminds me of Heath Ledger, who reminds me of Jake Gyllenhaal, who reminds me of watching Ellen DeGeneres at midnight at laughing deliriously.
Puggles
no, i mean while they were filibustering. we talked about that in civics, and my friend and i decided we wanted to become senators just so we could filibuster.
Yeah, that’s a good qoute, but other than that I hate her. She is just a dumb clotheshorse.
I love how they fit in all these modern dances and songs and stuff.
I ♥ a knights tale.
Can we have a quotes topic? Pretty please? For all the inspiring, thought-provoking, or just plain hilarious quotes?
no more threads. or i spam them.
Great idea Sphinx. Stay tuned for the quotes thread. We might wait a few days, though, because there have been mutterings that we’re starting too many threads too quickly.
Great idea, Em. We’ve got enough threads here already to last us halfway into 2007 or so…
Oops. Oh, hi, Rosanne.
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DIEDIEDIEIDIE SAFARI I WILL KILL YOU MWA HAHAHAHAHAHA!
aha!! it loaded again!
what? you don’t want to listen to me filibuster?
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Em, I think it’s time for somebody’s nappy……..
really? like who’s?
MINE!!! *snore*
yes! somebody’s here! now i can talk to you!
well not really.
heh. I left.
anyway, you need a GAPA too…
i’m really bored…
who here’s really bored?
memememememememememememememememememememe!
Breathe, Em. Breathe.
Why do I get a message that says I can only post once in 15 seconds and I should “slow down, cowboy” when I try and post twice in 15 seconds? Read: Why can I only post once in 15 seconds?
hello
mmm… happened to me too. who wrote these messages, wordpress or the gapa?
i am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! no really there’s nothing to do!!!!!
The GAPA (plural) aren’t sending those “slow down, cowboy” messages. Sounds like the blog is speaking on its own. It’s alive!!
let’s test it
hello? testing testing
mine stoopid comp took up all those 15 seconds loading and trying to understand why i was clicking the scroller and then scrolling down and so on….
so i tries again…
ready….GO!
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!!!! my comp is too sloooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
i don’t get a slow down message!!!! MY LIFE HAS NO MEANING!!!!! AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!
try again
if you post twice in 15 seconds:
Sorry, you can only post a new comment once every 15 seconds. Slow down cowboy.
if you post the same thing:
Duplicate comment detected; it looks as though you’ve already said that!
if you don’t post anything:
Error: please type a comment.
if you don’t put a name and/or an e-mail:
Error: please fill the required fields (name, email).
if you enter an invalid e-mail:
Error: please enter a valid email address.
hmmm…
… i think it’s just your computer Ebeth. or maybe the blog’s alive… IT’S ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i like the 2nd explaination better… mwahahahahahahaha!!!!!
open 2 windows, like i said in the other thread.
I have high speed internet. I laugh in all of your insignificant faces.
bwahahahaha!
well bleh.
i’m going to get hi-speed internet that actually works as soon as those people do all of the complicated stuff involved in installing it.
I have Comcast. It’s cool. I think there are too many new threads being started. The life expectancy for a thread is only about half a month in these troubled times! Don’t get me wrong, new threads are great but, well, slow down, cowboy. I’ve actually never gotten that message, but I don’t post as much as *ahem* some people.
i have high-speed…at least i’m supposed to. How well it works is another story…
ok test
YAAAAAAAAY!!!!! i got the message from the Evil Blog Person (the embodiment of the museblog) WOOHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Happy days….
Oh yeah and the latin exam was WAY easier than i thought it would be AND i have a four-day weekend now AND it’s 11:05 and i’m already out of skool AND i have 87% organic dark choklit just WAITING to be eaten.
LIG
lucky you, I’m feeling bleh. yesterday i got my braces in, and all of my teeth are still sore, not to mention the sharp, pokey things poking my cheeks. but i finally found something i can eat w/out killing my teeth: peanut butter. yes, peanut butter! mmmmmm…
peanut butter+cheese+choklit=happy em
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i had a science test on density and all that stuff today.. i think i passed..
congrats ebeth!!! THE BLOG IS ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! mwahahahaha!!!
can you make it so that i can post my cool kitty face on here?
*400th comment dance*
u could try putting asterisks or something in between…that usually works.
AAH!!! IIIIIIT’S ALIIIIIIIVE!!!!!!
I’s happy. I went to the library and got a big load of books (mostly recommendations from you crazy musepeoples) and some movies. books i got some pierce and a pratchett and a wodehouse (ok that was ages ago and i just got it. Yes. Bad Ebeth. *slap*) and then i got a foxtrot book and somethiing else that i can’t remember…i almost got tale of two cities cuz i can’t find my copy but after i thought about it i didn’t really want to read it again especially with all the books i’m reading right now…which means i’d better find my copy cuz ebeth is happy when it is on her bookshelf. Actually it’s pretty weird that it’s a comforting book cuz most of it is people getting guillotined. Maybe it’s the comforting thought that i probably won’t be guillotined anytime soon…
oh yes and movies i got another hornblower, whale rider, and part 1 of some ivanhoe movie that i’ve never heard of, but i ♥ ivanhoe so i thought i’d watch it. Oh yeah and dad got a movie called troy off the history channel (not the other one that just came out recently…well semi-recently. Recently compared to this one…) I actually think it’s the same version as the one granddad gave us but we haven’t watched that yet so we can’t be sure…i dunno, he just got it anyway.
This should all probably be on the books+movies thread but i’m too lazy to move it all and anyways i g2g to din-din. Bye peoples.
mmmmmoooooooodddddddeeeeeeerrrrraaaaaattttteeeee!
OH NO! Em’s head came off! Oh wait, it’s back on again. You haven’t been posting with your head off, have you?! ‘Cause that would explain your occasional lapses in the sanity department. Wow, we’re over 400.
i shall ignore that because i believe it was an insult to my intelligence. which is substantial, by the way.
I just saw a woodcock. It was on our lawn. I got wet. But I saw a woodcock. Yay.
I have finished another scarf! *happy dance* Maybe I should make something besides scarves… Nah, too lazy.
Chicago weather is dang strange. Yesterday, it was 50 degrees out, and today, it snained on and on and on. (Snain is snow/rain, for all you non-Chicagoans.) Is anybody else’s weather this weird?
is it just me or everytime i get behind you all start postig like crazy?
California weather is idiotic. Yes, the weather is idiotic. I wish I could have terrible weather. Instead, it’s flipping…docile.
But. California storms are the greatest thing. At least to me, in my rain deprived state of being.
Anyway. My head is exploding with HTML tags; I learned way too much in the space of, oh, an hour. My eyes….
no more accusing me of being crazy, okay? I know people who are more crazy than me. Just the other day my friend took a shower during gym w/ all her clothes on. Another one of my friends buys all the manga she sees without even knowing what it’s about. The two people I sit between during lunch often start hitting each-other with plastic water bottles, and then grab each-other making all three of us fall out of our chairs. Last year, during science, this girl sat in the sink and turned the water on. I am considered to be a fairly normal person who reads during lunch and gets A’s on math tests.
Ohio weather is strange…it was raining for ages and now suddenly it was 60 degrees yesterday, and the latin exam felt like the last day of skool. IT’S JANUARY!!!! COME ON!!!!!!!! It feels like spring outside!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAARRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!! WANT SNOW! WANT SNOW! WANT SNOW!
sry i wasn’t on last night. I was BANNED! Oh the horror!!!!!!!!!! Yes, tis a sad day indeed.
Rant on ivanhoe being moved to books+movies so go read it people. Also rants on a couple books to be typed up there.
I HAD BAKLAVA!!!!!!! WOOHOO!!!!!! ♥ ♥ Last bit of it. Ate my choklit last night too.
Oh and i’m officially mad at my ipod shuffle cuz i have an audiobook on there (henry IV part 1-dramatization. Pretty good. WHAT I’VE HEARD OF IT ANYWAY!!!) and whenever i put new songs on there it deletes it and i have to move it back-not to my playlist (where it autofills from) cuz it stays on there but i have to grab the thing and drag it over to the little bar that says “ipod”. Grrness! AND it ran out of battery last night around 11:30 so i couldn’t listen to it. Oh yes and it kept playing LOUD songs during the post-exam listening so i had to turn the volume down and then it’d play something quiet
that i couldn’t hear so i turned it back up and on and on…
Wow i have a lot to say today don’t i? that’s odd…anyhoo. Yeah. I’ll go rant on the books+movies now then. wheeeee
-loves her shuffle- And excuse the messed up tagging of my last post. It’s gotten to my brain, you see.
My headphone things broke for my iPod; that is, one of them got smashed in by the car door.
Bye all.
Em! You should be proud of being crazy!!!! Crazy people rock!
SIX FEET O’ SNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yeah! hey peoples, guess who i am.
pwease?
iay ikelay igpay atinlay osay iay illway eakspay inay itay orfay ethay estray ofay ethay ayday anday erethay isay othingay ouyay ancay oday aboutay itay. osay pthb! iay onderway ifay iay ancay ideray ymay orsehay odaytay. unayikelyay — eryvay atflay ightlay anday itay isay izzardingblay. eeeeeeeeeeeeeeway!
GRRRRRRRR me wants six feet of snow!!!!
Are you in the US or somewhere else (canada perhaps?)
NOOO! the pig latin urtshay inemay earsay AAAH it’s contagious!!! RUN AWAAAAAAAY!!!!!!
iay oh what the heck im in the US.
im not on the who’s here list yet. and GAPA, please don’t put my name nexxt to my other name, please?
Ð did it work? if not, i vill be angry
YEAH! :-Ð
♥ Ð and on and on and on and on and on and on….
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GRR…
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East, West, or Midwest?
The US is a big place you know!
How do you do that weird D thing?
You know, you wouldn’t think kimono are hard to breathe in- THINK AGAIN! -pokes obi- Man, I’m either really out of shape or this is to tight…
But it’s still pretty, so I’m leaving it on! xD Yay for kimono!
Hi y’all from hillbilly land!
I live in Chicago. Like you couldn’t tell.
POINTERS ABOUT CHICAGO:
Do not call it Chi-town. That is lame. If you do, any true Chicagoan will laugh you into the lake.
If they call the pizza Chicago-style, it isn’t. You cannot get good deep-dish pizza anywhere out of Chicago. Established fact.
We are one with the screwy weater.
Do not act surprised when you can’t see across the lake. This is normal.
To be a true Chicago sports team, you must lose. We’re expecting the Sox to be shipped out any day now.
The Sears Tower is taller than those stupid Petronas Towers. Just because they have some stupid little spires and ours is only an antenna…
Marshall Field’s will always be Marshall Field’s.
We are not a New York clone, even if New York may wish us to become so.
If you publish a picture of the bean, people get mad.
THE MUSE OFFICES ARE IN CHICAGO. THEREFORE, IT IS THE BEST CITY IN THE WORLD.
It was really weird. One day we were going into the city (New York, of course. THE city), and there was this huse cloud, jst over the city. Like, everywhere else was clear skies, but right over the city there was this huge cloud. It was freaky, ya-huh.
I wonder whether that has something to do with what’s called the heat-island effect. Because of the way paved, built-up land radiates heat, cities get warmer than the surrounding territory–and warm air rises. I wouldn’t be at all surprised to hear that cumulus clouds often form in the thermal updrafts over cities on calm days.
By the way, to people in the San Francisco Bay area, San Francisco is the city (even though San Jose is bigger now).
Meh. Manhatten is THE city. It’s where everything happens. If you want to live, go to NYC. You’ll probably die there too, the way everyone smokes.
if you’ll die in Manhatten then what about the rest of New York?
lol
Chicago is THE city, at least over here. It’s Chicago, then suburbs, then cornfields, pretty much. No hills whatsoever. Welcome to Illinois.
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ok, random…
What are you talking about! Marquette is THE CITY!!!
Erm…maybe not. But it’s where the Great Ebeth Lurkethed at her birtheth. So meh to y’all.
Chicago’s cool. I likes chicago. been there a lot. mine uncle lives there.
never been to NYC. Ah the shame upon me! *dies of shame*
And to lilbro777- put a nose in there. It makes a cool little yellow smiley dude…
Is there a winky smiley that’s frowning? Let’s see… ;-(
Hmm. Interesting.
Yay for the library being right down the street. makez me happppppyyyyyyyy…
of course everything’s right down the street from us. Except the skool.
Yeah I live in the city!!! But i’m not gonna tell you which one. Just know that it’s about 2 1/2 square miles and it has NO BLEEPIN SNOW right now. All hail the bike.
Who invented the bike anyway? Well they rock, whoever they are…
My lb’s being weird as usual. He started acting out a one-man play in latin. “Eheu! Sextus est molestes puer! O me miseram!”
I ♥ baked lays…
Random thought of the day…
Anyway…
Yeah.
This thread’s kinda slowing down isn’t it?
sad…we’ve only got 443 posts and we’re already reduced to talking about which city is THE city and posting multiple smiley faces…
Maybe we DO have too many other threads…
I shall not reveal my city, but I live in the US and in the Eastern Time Zone. A clue: Hey youz guys. Okay, I don’t actually live in the city, rather near it. And we have weird weather.
Chicago’s pretty cool, I must say.
I JUST SAW NARNIA! IT WAS TERRIFIC! The effects were the best I have ever seen in my entire life. ANd the music… ahhh.
The griffins looked real, and the centaurs too–they moved both like horses and like humans! The actors were amazing (although the Queen obviously took hairstyling lessons from Queen Amidalla). The beavers, the dryads, the tauruases, and I WAS IN IT! Yep, I was on the battlefield– didn’t you see me? Now you all know what I look like but the Queen beat my fire with her ice. No fair, she cheated! Was I cool or what? (Double ;))
Also, it was extremely funny! I love Mr. Beaver (“If you want me to snif your hand I’m not going to,”) and Philip (“My name is not ‘horsey’. My name is Philip!”) and the wolves, except that the lead wolf looked like Belgarath in my imagination. Also they conveniately left out the part where Aslan says “battle is ugly when a woman fights.”
One problem: The battle formations were horrible. Can you belive that they sent out the centaurs first? They are too big, they would have gotten skewered by those Tauri! Also, the griffins dropping the stones were basically suicidal, they should have first sent out the great cats to hit-and-run, reserving some centaurs and unicorns to slash at the flanks. Then the archers whould have picked out the ranged fighters, and THEN the main body of the centaurs (who are vurnerable to arrows) should have gon front-on. While the enemy were engaged, the griffins should have come in with archers on thier backs who would shoot. The ones WITHOUT the arches should have dropped the stones, and worn light barding. Then, the fauns should have come forward with the larger animals as a backup force for the slower, stronger units. When the centaurs drew back the archers should have let in another volley, and then…
sorry, I’m rambling. It was awesome, though, and the professor was great! I heart Narnia!
(did anybody notice the cross in the candle wick the night Lucy and Edmund enter Narnia? Hehe.)
I live in New York, in New Jersey.
NYC is the best! Chicago is puny next to The Big Apple!
Phoenix knows all about war formations.
Phoenix… Narnia is movie not real life. It’s a movie…
I LIVE IN [zapped by GAPA] okay not really but still…
Phoenix (447),
Peter clearly got the idea for the griffins from the German bombers he’d seen over London, which were bombing civilian targets–a different sort of warfare. Maybe, as the tactic was new to Narnia, he calculated that the first wave of falling boulders would do a huge amount of damage before Jadis’s surprised troops could figure out how to target them effectively. It looks as if that’s how things turned out, anyway.
Kricket (450),
Moviemakers spend a lot of time deciding how to portray things. Phoenix is thinking about whether their decisions made sense. Nothing wrong with that as far as I can tell…
–Robert
Hehe. But that stupid witch made my fire go out. Nastynasty:mad:
Well still…. we should try to get over 500 posts on this thread!!1 who’s with me!!
we has to walk up the hill to our house… the truck keeps getting stuck… nasty icky wind. grr
I can’t stay long, because I have to study for finals. AHHH!! THE HORROR!! I am so not ready.
Who else has finals, so I can sympathise? Who is still in middle/elementary school and doesn’t have finals and will laugh in my face? (I’m in eighth grade, but I’m in high school maths, and so I have to take all the high school tests. Finals. Gak.) I am not in a good mood.
I’m in 7th grade… mwahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!
yet i’m taking the SAT on Saturday so…
I don’t think I have finals. Sorry. Em 407: I did not mean to insult you in any way. I’m sure your intelligence is very substantial. I had no idea you’d take me so seriously. Sorry. Ebeth is right though, in this twisted world that is the muse blog, questionable mental health seems to be viewed as an attribute. So I wasn’t accusing you, I was complimenting you. I don’t actually think you’re crazy, okay?
I’m done with finals. Mwahahahaha.
AND I GOT MY MUUUUUUUUSE!!!!!!!!!!!! I GOT IT!!! YEEEEAAAAAAAH!!!! I WOULD STOP TO ASK MYSELF WHY IT’S SO EARLY, BUT WHAT’S THE POINT???? IIIIII’VE GOT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOHHHOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
askejdfhasldkjfh, I don’t finish my finals until Wednesday.
&, in the writing-world Muse is inspiration-type-things, so you just confused me muchly by saying that your Muse came. Yeah.
i was jk.
Our school had our finals way back in december..
My Muse came and brought the mag with it.
im in 7th grade too!
Maths final DONE! Actually, it wasn’t nearly as hard as I thought it would be. I stayed up late and wrote a bunch of calculator programs for the formulas I cna’t remember, and they helped a lot. I ♥ my calculator.
I have to take the SAT so I can apply for this math and science high school. *studystudystudy*
And, I now have a Xanga. I’d post the link, but I can’t…
I’ve had finals since seventh grade.
Next year I have midterms as well, though. I didn’t get my Muse yet.
Oh. I guess I’m the one who took it too seriously. Moving on…I didn’t get my muse yet. According to either definition. I don’t know about anyone else, but I happen to like cold, gloomy rainy days. Like today. Perfect for lolling around inside being a geek, and hey, nothing like a long miserable walk in the rain. Or even better: a run. Darn cheery weather.
we need muses on the rpg. come’on, peoples!
SATs? Gerk, I’m so glad I won’t have to take those until Junior Year.
me too. yayness.
I’m not supposed to be in study hall. I start gym this semester (blech) but my schedule’s messed up so i get to stay here until they fix it!!! yaaaay!
Getting exam grades back. So far latin, A- history, A.
YAAAAAAAAY I GOT AN A- IN LATIN!!! HAPPY DAYS!!!
I do not want to see my english grade though. :-/ oh dear…
i had soo much geeky bandness last night…i practiced for solo+ensemble and then went to pep band and then went to jazz band. AAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!! RUN AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!
my solo’s so cool though. i ♥
haha there’s people in here being forced to listen to a boring teacher teach about some computer program for english…i think it’s a sophomore class. I laugh that i do not have to listen. Mwahahaha.
Yeah well i’m really bored. But hey, it’s better than gym!!!!
OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!!!!! I GOT AN A ON MY ENGLISH EXAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I SIT IN COMPLETE AND UTTER SHOCK!!!!!!!!! YAAAY!!!! I AM SOOOOOOOO HAPPY!!!! I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA FAIL!!!!!! YYEEEEEEAAAAAHHH!!!
Yes that’s right. I DID get an A on my english exam. From the Terror of the Skool too! I am SOOO happy!!!!!! I swear this changed my luck for the whole day because science rocked too. Well actually not the grade. I got a B in science. B+ in math. But Fate (Or perhaps the Muses?? ) was kind when we switched seats…i now sit diagonally from lizzy AGAIN but my lab partners are jacob and andy (otherwise known as yaakov the cool of the freaky eyelashes) and andy (the smart of the weird half-afro). AND they’ve messed up my schedule so i get some extra days of study hall (yes! Anything that prolongs the Time Before Gym!)
And we have blueberry pie calling to me. yuuummm.
LIG
ah, and on a fairly random note, my science teacher is thinking about coming on the blog sometime soon. =P so we’ll have another science geek that does geocaching and loves quotes.
I SAW SPAMALOT!!!!!!!!
*gasp* YOU LUCKY!!!! I haven’t seen it, i just have the soundtrack. The Force…is drawing me…to it. Yes precious.
i miss you all. its been so long. well, it hasn’t been that long… *sigh* depressed…
i’m so behind on all these posts hi sami!
I burned my finger. :(. And now it REALLY HURTS.
AT least my cookies came out good.
i look out the window and see… rockies..
i have taken the 777 off my name.
Sorry, you can only post a new comment once every 15 seconds. Slow down cowboy.Sorry, you can only post a new comment once every 15 seconds. Slow down cowboy.Sorry, you can only post a new comment once every 15 seconds. Slow down cowboy.Sorry, you can only post a new comment once every 15 seconds. Slow down cowboy.[Loads more of these deleted.–Admin.] Sorry, you can only post a new comment once every 15 seconds. Slow down cowboy.Sorry, you can only post a new comment once every 15 seconds. Slow down cowboy. w00t! (and wat does w00t mean?)
ITS ALIVE!
cave canem, and GUNG HAY FAT CHOY, peoples.
Can I have a cookie? Preferably not the one Lusifer… burned herself on?
*cries* I want to see Spamalot.
I am reading the DaVinci Code, and in it they have an encrypted message that the main charecter, a famous historian and a master of ancient languages, cannot recognize, but says looks ‘a bit Semetic’. Well, as everyone knows, I can read 2 Semetic languages, recognize 3, and speak 1, so I gave it a shot. I was a little tuned out so I began to read from left to right. Then I remembered Semetic languages are from right to left–backwards compared to Romantic and Germanic languages. So I began to read from the other side, which made no sense. Then I said to myself, wait a minute…it IS backwards! So held it up to a mirror and lo and behold, it worked. Hehe! That bigshot historian didn’t get it and I did! Mwhhaahahahahaahaaa!
Chinese New Year isn’t until Sunday. In Mandarin we say Gong Xi Fa Cai. (pronounced goong shee fa tsai)
I’ve seen Spamalot. IT RULES THE WORLD. “Well, it’s not the sort of thing you say to a heavily armed Christian.” Genius.
I WANT STIR FRY!!!!!!!!!!!
i have been gone… hi kitten! its so fun to say hi to random peoples who were here before me and then left and then came back.
whats so good about spamalot?
its the same stuff as is in other monty python stuff
is my imagination, or did about 6 new people appear in the last 24 hours?
We may see many more of them soon. The February issue lists our Web address, with a screen shot of the Fan Page, on page 46. Brace yourselves, everyone…
oh… *goes and looks at feb issue* omigod! cool urls!
YES! OH YES! I GOT FIRST PLACE IN THE SCIENCE FAIR SO NOW IM GOING TO REGIONALS, PEOPLE! 1ST PLACE IN ZOOLOGY! YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS!
Congratulations, lilbro! What’s your project?
We may see many more of them soon. The February issue lists our Web address, with a screen shot of the Fan Page, on page 46. Brace yourselves, everyone…
and my science teacher might appear sometime soon. 0_0
“The Way of the Spike” i did it on my hedgehog (aka kid magnet) i was sooooo close to getting the peoples choice award.
*braces herself*
New musebloggers: *stampede in*
Ebeth: *Falls down and is trampled* No! Stop! Plz! I’m the one who knows where the GAPA’s secret stash of virtual choklit is!!!!!!!
(Actually how do i do that as plural? It would be GAP Administrators’ right? So if i do GAPA is that just GAPA again? How do you tell if it’s possessive that way? Confuzzled…I think the GAPAs have a grammar-repelling force field around their name…)
New musebloggers: choklit? Where?!
Ebeth: LEMME UP!!!!!!!!
GAPA: Oh no…there goes all our choklit…
Who’s really bored? ME ME ME! They still haven’t figured out my schedule…..arrrrrgh. Actually maybe they won’t figure it out and i can stay here all year!!! woohoo!!! but then i’d have to take gym in the summer AND another half credit as a sophomore and that would really suck…*sigh*
erm…well i laugh at the teachers. Mwahahaha. We have this new grading system that’s supposed to be the greatest thing ever so of course it doesn’t work. *cries* i wanna know my ggggpppppppppppaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa….
oh and i’m getting dragged off to a concert tonight…i have no clue what it is but yeah.
and i have to get schneids to sign my bl thing…
is anybody here going to bl? That’s Blue lake, it’s a music camp in Migichan. By a blue lake. Well it’s actually a sick green color but whatever. i’m gonna go there and do geeky bandness with my other geeky band friends.. Although you might not want to tell me if you’re going. You never know, i might be a crazy stalker out to hold you for a choklity ransom!!!
i don’t have skool today! *happy dance* of course, my mother woke me up at ten to clean up my stuff i left all over the place, and besides my brother we have 6 boys and one girl all around the age of ten in our house. 4 of them are brothers, and all the rest happen to live in our neighborhood and dropped by. my brother is so popular, at any given day thee could be 5 boys from around here in our basement (excluding my brother) plus any he happens to import from his former life (before he started homeskooling) it drives me nuts, because the only girl my age who lived here moved, and i am so anti-social that i don’t ever invite anyone over.
your science teacher? better watch what you say! actually, i would encourage any science teachers to promote muse. i thought about telling my science teacher about muse last year, but i never did, and this year my science teacher is too boring.
we’re almost to 500 people! *cheers*
fine time to get sick, huh? em, why dont u have skool today?
hello. we’re almost to 500, peoples. wow. nice… i have computers now… stupid nasty nasty icky windows…
end of quarter=teacher workday! oh, and today i am 13 3/4, and its also mozarts b-day, i think some one said that… dont have skool monday 2! but we start our perverted new block schedule, where monday we have all classes, and the rest of the days are block days (we’re petitioning against it, but its not working) anyways, we start it next week, and its really evil.
500 post peoples!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *happy dance* w00t! yeah!!
ack! peoples! we’re not going to beat our 665 record! postpostpostquickquickquick!
Post.
That one shouldn’t count. Neither should this.
And yet it DID count! So we only need seventy more posts of that nature…like this
Museblogger: Post
GAPA: That shouldn’t count.
Museblogger: Post
GAPA: That shouldn’t count.
and so on…
I’m sorry, that’s cheating. It’s just wrong.
Wait a minute…
Robert, you’re just playing into those sneaky MuseBloggers’ hands.
Oops, so am I!
It’s like the La Brea Tar Pits. How do we get out of here?
Your comment is awaiting moderation.
mwahahahahahahaha
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yeah! everybody’s home now! of course, the gapas will be going home 2.
GAPA, i am in a sad state of ignorance. What are the La Brea Tar Pits?
Your comment is awaiting moderation. Not that we’re going to post it anyway. I noticed that in your comment, you happened to mention that you enjoy writing with quill pens. This information could possibly be used by a creepy stalker to…well…stalk you. Note-this message was not written by a certain museblogger named ebeth, attempting to be mildly funny while failing miserably as well as taking up another number so we can get to 665 posts. It was written by the GAPA. Really.
hah! you only asked that so you could make another post! well, maybe you didn’t… oh well.
Yes! No! Maybe!
Wow! Another post that’s just a sad excuse to fill up the numbers…oh well.
148 posts left to fill up! COME ON!!! POST! POST! POST!
everytime you ask me to post, i shall post. kind of pointless, isn’t it?
On the contrary Em, that is exactly the point of us asking you to post. Good job. Go you. You get an A at life where everybody but me, you, lilbro, Night Fox, and both GAPA fail for not posting today. Actually, changed my mind. Everybody fails at life except you and me cuz we posted in the last four hours. Actually no. Everybody fails at life except me, just because i say so. So there.
Oh and i shall now grumble at the GAPA for not answering my question. *grumblegrumble* I would ask it on the “ask the gapa” thread but if he answers me that’ll be another post. *gasp* Or maybe that’s his plan! Maybe he’s thinking, “ok i’ll wait until ebeth asks a hundred times in a hundred different posts and then i’ll answer and we’ll have beaten our record!!!” Hmm…that’s actually not a bad idea! WAIT! NO! WHAT AM I SAYING??? answer my question or i shall say the dreaded PWEASE!!!! Oh wait, i just did. Oops.
postpostpostpost, postpostpostpost, postpostpostpost, POST POST POST POST POST POOOOOOOOST!!!!!!!!
mwahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hi
yes this is just another random post to help with our goal of… wait hang on….
oh now i got it!!! it is…. wait i forgot it again…
six hundred what?
was it 664?
no that’s not it…
662?
no no hang on…
661?
no no that’s not it either… ack!!!!
oh now i remember!!! it’s… no that’s not it…
YES!!!!! I REMEMBER!!!!!!! it’s 666 right?
congradulate me….
is that how you spell congradulate? oh vell…. i made 15 posts in a row… pwease don’t delete them or zap them or snip them….
SAT test tommorrow…
wish me luck…
mwahahahahaha!!! the GAPAs are going to lose the bet that they made with us musers!!!!!
GAPAs- What bet?
Musers- you bet that if we can get up to 666 posts on this thread then we’d get your whole secret stash of choklit that you own. and if we lose then you get Phillip the nickel…
GAPAs- Hey!!!!
Musers- too late!!!! mwahahahahahahaha!!!!!!
and now i have posted 18 posts in a row….
actually, it’s 670, because the last record was 669. but i was just approximating.
mmmmmmm… virtual choklit… do we get a thread titled “choklit” to hold all the choklit we win?
Hello, I’ve been gone for two days. I have nothing to say, but here’s another post anyway…
Gah! Post overload!!
Yet I’m posting…
Did you know that La Brea means “the tar” in Spanish? So the La Brea Tar pits are really The Tar Tar Pits. Like tartar sauce! Only…pits, not sauce.
And I think a letter from MG praising the blog is going to appear in March, the issue about race. Do no ask how I know. It is classfied information. I shouldn’t be telling you this, but it doesn’t really matter, I guess. But it does give us another post and relates to the topic of new bloggers.
Are they going to print that letter? I wrote an e-mail a little while ago, but I didn’t think they would print it.
BTW, I’m back. I had an absolute blast. I got really close to a few people, had a ton of fun being weird with other freaks I know, learned a lot about how to make better speaches, and debate better, and I got to watch two guys wearing the same grass skirt and two guys wearing the same shirt. Crazy home-school speech people. They had a tournament thingie there. There were people from all over the country, so it was sort of like a national tournament. I won fourth place in open interpretation (and interpretation is where you act out something from a book, using voices, facial expression, and body positioning to make it come alive. An open interpretation is just an interp that is neither very funny, or very dramatic. They have categories for humorous, and dramatic, and open is just everything else). All very fun.
Well, now that you all know I’m alive, I’m off to do something productive.
So what are the tar tar pits?
Aren’t they a place where a lot of animals got trapped back in prehistoric times so there’s a lot of bones?
We almost went there one time. I think they are where a bunch of obsolete animals fell in and got stuck, dying of thirst, I guess. A horrible death. And the tar preserved their bones. Or something like that.
The tar pits are where a bunch of animals got trapped in prehistoric times and are preserved, so there’s a mammoth skeleton and other junk. The La Brea ones are very cool.
By the way, I’m guessing no one cares, but I think I’m third in my class (probably has about 500 people? I don’t know). Yay. (See, they gave us our transcripts, and they have our gpas on them, but not our class rank, so we had to figure out our rank for ourselves.. Obsessive Grade-Grubbers Unite!) Although I am at a slight disadvantage because I’m taking one less 5.0 class than everyone else since I tested out of History so I could take Latin…
Congratulations, Lizzie!
You’ve all described the La Brea Tar Pits correctly, except to note that they are in downtown Los Angeles.
Congrats Lizzie! Nice work!
Nice job, Lizzie! Rise up, Lizzie’s self-esteem! YAAY! Exclamation points are really annoying and peppy! I hate peppiness! YAAY!
If that sounded evil and sarcastic, I’m sorry. Sometimes I am an evil, sarcastic person.
Gong xi fa cai. (in two hours or so)
Today I went out to Chinatown with my grandma, my parents, and my sister. The food was yummy. I ♥ Chinese food as cooked by actual Chinese people. In a bit, it will be 4073, Year of the Dog, or something like that. I forget the actual year. What year is it in the Jewish calendar? Phoenix or someone?
Did you lthink “out with the old” meant “out with MemyselfandI”? Well, if so, you’re wrong! Hey, all! I’m back, and I’m better than ever (I think… Hmm….)
Yeah. I never had the time to post, and so it suddenly turns out that I’ve been missing for a few months… Tempus fugit is all I’ve got to say!
Gaah. I hate laptops. I spelled my name wrong AND put “lthink” instead of “think”. The keybourd of a laptop is not conducive to a typo-free post. GAAAH! I just spelled “keyboard” with a u!
I apologize for my lengthy absence, good minions of Muse. Pwt pwns.
TAR PITS! Woohoo! I went to a museum one time, and they had these little strength – testing tar pit things. You pull on theis big rope attatched to a pulley which has some big gizmo in a big tank of imitation tar. Than you pull on the rope. The basic idea is that it’s near impossible to get the thing out of there.
When I was a five year old, while most people my age wanted to be ballerinas or astronauts, I decided I wanted to be a paleontologist. I worshipped Paul Sereno. (If thats the way you spell it.) So, six years later, when I started getting Muse, (or maybe it was five) I saw that my five year old self’ s hero was on the board and went kee-razy.
It’s definitely Year of the Dog, because 2005 was Year of the Rooster. My year! Woohoo!
come on keep posting!!! we’re gonna lose the bet!!!!!!!!
we can’t lose Phillip the nickel!!!!!!!! oh wait…
it’s a girl!!!!!!!!!!!!! ack!!!
now it shall be named….
hmmmmmmm
i’m thinking….
hang on…
just a sec
huh… hm hm hm hm…
duh duh hmmmmmmmmm
i got it!
*Musers cheer*
it shall be named Phillis!!!!!!!
Musers- Hooray!!!!!!
and don’t forget…..
POST
MULTIPLE
KOMMENTS
TO
MAKE
*hang on side note* I JUST GOT A SLOW DOWN COWBOY MESSAGE!!!!!! *bursts into uncontrollable laughter*
THE
GAPAS
ANNOYED
AND
SO
WE
CAN
WIN
THE *
BET
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
be happy i have posted
wow…
i think i have posted 32 komments counting this one in a row!!!!
Yes, Kricket, those silly posts for the sake of posting ARE annoying me!
Does it count as breaking a record for the number of posts if the majority of those posts are substance-free/done only for the purpose of breaking a record? I say it shouldn’t…
Well all those ones kricket did were really just one because it was one message. If you would have not posted it or put it all on one post if it weren’t for the bet, it doesn’t really count. Let’s face it: we’re not going to win this thing. We have 2 more days and, what is it, about 80 post to go. And that’s counting the cheap ones.
This be a post. Boast, coast, ghost, host, most, roast, toast. Any more?
I think the reason this thing isn’t that long is because I’ve been gone. Normally, I post a lot, but for the past few weeks I haven’t been able to. Yes, I’m being egotistical and saying that post counts depend on me.
‘Ello, all!
sorry I haven’t been on lately, for one thing I can’t post Friday night or Saturday, and for another the internet connection has been down. I am actually typing on the downstairs comp., that I am not normally allowed on (yes, I did get permission this time! Don’t you guys TRUST me?;)). Actually, I am ONLY allowed on Museblog on this computer b/c there are no pop-ups and, the GAPA will be hapy to know, my parents trust you guys. As mods, I mean.
I am multitasking now, listening to the book To Ride Pegasus by Anne McCaffery. It is one of her better books. Telepathy is way cool! But Peter is a Mary-Sue. Yuuuch.
I am half-finished memorizing the second chapter of Megillat Esther, which I am going to be leining (singing according to ancient markings) in a women’s prayer group! I have to memorize it b/c you have to read the story from an official scroll, and they can’t have the notes on it. AND I AM HALF FINISHED! YAAAAY! And also almost done studying for the Bowl meet!
Mmmm… So good to be back… and you’re all arguing again… maybe this is why I post here. Some of the comments can be so… interesting.
Yeah. I’ll try to post on weekends and stuff, but school really takes my time away. I took the SAT Saturday
“Slow Down Cowboy”?!!?!?!
“Slow Down Cowboy”?!?!!
What sort of a message for a loyal Muser is that? Honestly. I might start with my Exene Cervenka imitation, and then where would you be?
Hey, we’re not writing that–it’s the Web company. I’m thinking about switching to Larry Gonick’s company, but heaven only knows what sorts of messages you’d get then.
*gasp* PWT PWNS???
What is Pwt pwns?
600th post! (?)
Not record-breaking, but oh weil. Next month, we shall have MG. And we will not post pointless filler posts unless we reeeeeally want to.
well we still have tomorrow. if we can get 68 posts by tomorrow!!!
Ok i get it. (the bet)
good idea!
SO
POST
A
LOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Would the DLOD (dah-load) kindly stop doing that? Posts, my dear green baize card table, are for POSTS. Which should be at least three sentences.
At the moment I am listening to Paul Simon. Mr. Simon makes an appearance in Monty Python’s The Rutles, a Beatles spoof to end all Beatles spoofs. Oh yeah. Mr. Baker would know what I am talking about intimately. Terry Gilliam is soooo cool. ” ‘The Beatles are bigger than God’, Barry had said in an interview. What he really meant to say was ‘The Beatles are bigger than Rod’. Rod Stewart would not become big for another eight years. Barry apologized to Rod, God, and the press, and all was well.” *Enter a Python as Barry* “Sorry God!”
Go British humor! (Humour!)
And one more thing, because even though I hate the idea of the Pointless Posts, I want to bring up P.G. Wodehouse. Who’s such a Brit. I am constantly calling my Brit friends and getting them to identify such jargon as “Cum spiffy jah” and “Tinkerty-tonk”. British schoolboy humor, what?
I love confusing random people with brit words like that…it’s so funny. yes i’m a cruel person who lives to confuse others. We’ve been over that already.
i’m listening to the who. Go me! can’t explain. or something like that. I’m assuming that’s the title cuz they keep repeating it…
Wait
a minute…john cleese has a show?
Yaay! 600th post.
I ♥ The Who.
John Cleese’s show? Do you mean Fawlty Towers? I’ve seen a couple of episodes of that. I think it’s hilarious.
Who is annoyed by first violins (or is a first violinist and doesn’t get why everybody hates them :lol:)? In orchestra, we’re playing some medley of LOTR songs. That’s cool. But we aren’t playing “Into The West” because the precious violinses didn’t like that they weren’t getting the melody. We CELLISTS were, and this is unacceptable to a prissy little first violinist, apparently. So we can’t play the “Into the West” part of the song. Normally, I have nothing against first violins, just when they’re being snot-faced little [censored]
This thread gets the most traffic, so I’m posting it here:
Uh, I’m looking for book recommendations, because I’ve got gift cards from the holidays and have run out of things to re-read. I’m a fantasy/sci-fi girl mostly, but I’m willing to try anything at the moment. No teen romace, trashy books, or Dan Brown-esque ones, please. (& I’ve read Garth Nix, Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett, Tamora Pierce, Anne McCaffery, which narrows down the list considerably.
i took the SAT test on Saturday… 4 hours in a hot stuffy tiny little room, 2 five minute bathroom breaks, and no food or drinks allowed!!!! THE HORROR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Zallie, if you haven’t read the Pendragon series go read them NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!! trust me they are really really good!!! i’m still reading the 2nd one but i think there’s like 5 in the series or maybe more because the school library doesn’t have them all i don’t think….. they don’t even have the first Lord of the Rings book!!!! I really want to read it because it’s an Accelerated reading book and…. i got to go i’ll finish my thought later
Hey, Zallie, I would recommend classics. That’s just about all I read, and I find them well written, thought provoking, and, yes, very funny. But then I have a bizarre sense of humor. My favorite authors are Jane Austen (Don’t groan. She’s really got some of the funniest character analysis and pointed dialogue I’ve ever read, the love stories are almost secondary), Charles Dickens, Mark Twain, L. M. Montgomery, P. G. Wodehouse, and Agatha Christie. I love all of those. Orwell is also good, if you don’t mind getting really mad at the events in a book, to the point where you want to pound some sense into every last character.
The only modern stuff I read is Christian suspence/fantasy. Specifically Ted Dekker and Frank Peretti. If you’re not a Christian, you might find the symbolism and references cloying, but I personally love their books. These are two of the best authors of our time. Neither of them write sermons cloaked as a book, though, so you might not be too bothered by it. Ted Dekker writes suspence, and he’s a master at it. Thr3e is an awesome book, without a whole lot of Christian references. I think all MuseBloggers would do themselves good to read that book. I was on the edge of my seat through the whole thing. I’ve only read one of Frank Peretti’s, and it was more of a supernatural thriller. Excellently done.
I’m back, baby! I finally got the Internet back up and the virus is history!
Ah, the Rutles. A kinder version of Spinal Tap, which was also hilarious, but a bit adult for present comapny. Maybe.
Book recommendations :
Bert Fegg’s Nasty Book for children. Probably out of print now, alas. Sample quote:
Bill and Sally were walking up the hill by Tadger’s Wood when they witnessed the collapse of the Roman Empire.
“Look!” said Sally. “A combination of factors, both social and political, has resulted in the downfall of the greatest empire the world has ever seen.”
“Gosh!” said Bill.
It also contains useful articles, like “101 things to do with a dead cat”. Needless to say, some of the Python team were behind it.
Which ones? All six, including Graham Chapman, “The Dead One:”
Graham Chapman
Eric Idle
Michael Palin
Terry Gilliam
Terry Jones
John Cleese
I ♥ mark twain. He’s my hero. Or one of the many anyway…
i’m reading barchester towers (yes i can hear you all yelling “you’re still not done with that?!?!?!”) and it’s hilariously funny. you should read that if you like laughing at people and society and all that.
oh yeah dickens is my hero too (i have way too many heroes… ) Crazee dickens lovers unite!!!
*gasp* tis the pb&j!!
didn’t the guy that did spinal tap do the princess bride? the director or something…
me wants that whatever book me wants me wants.
Me still trying to raise money for outrageously priced set of molesworth books though. ok maybe not that outrageous. Just look at it from a poor job-less teenager’s point of view k?
hey hey guess who’s still stuck in study hall haha moi. Which would be fine with me (it’s not like i really want to go to gym) but i have this deathly fear that if i miss too much they’ll fail me. Or tell me i should just wait until next quarter to join. Boo! This probably won’t happen since it’s all the office’s fault anyway but yeah. Ho hum.
I still want to see Spinal Tap. Most of my friends love it, and it was directed by the same guy who did Princess Bride. Good stuff right there.
Hi, Grant & Kinge Of Elizabethannesse! The guys are back on the blog!
I would recommend Tithe and its sequel, Valiant to any blogger who likes good fantasy and isn’t too bothered by language or some…er… adult… stuff. They’re by Holly Black, and they’re AMAZING.
620 posts! We just might see Phillis safe in our beautiful little hands.
I too ♥ Mark Twain. So did my great-great-grandfather, who is mentioned in Life on the Mississippi. Chapter 55, I think.
Wow, fast moderation! Go OEADs!
Posts zip on at the speed of lightning,
It’s very frightening
If you’re used to slow moderation
In order to avoid advertisation
But don’t, instead be very hap-py
That so soon your post you will see.
I ♥ Mark Twain. He’s cool.
44 more posts by midnight. Think we can do it?
Wow GAPA i go digs that up! it’s lurking in the basement i think…most books are.
yay phantom norker! nice poem…
Yeah well that’s all i can think of to say to cover up the fact that i was just counting down for poor phillis.
Spinal Tap was HILARIOUS. I must have mentioned this about, oh, six times before now, but Bop Ad was the only unofficial member of the Pythons. ST it made me snort soda out of my nose so many times I gave up drinking it and waited until the movie was over. Only to discover that it was flat. O irony, how you torment me so.
I think Terry Gilliam is very funny. And Mr. Chapman’s not dead, he’s just resting. With John Cleese, I haven’t decided if he should be arrested or knighted for his jokes yet, but we’re veering toward knighted. And then the episode with the Queen “watching” comes on and I get a mental image of some British “copper”, who is for some reason mustachioed, banging his fist on the dinner table and shouting “ARREST HIM!” in his accent. And then the next episode being broadcast from Earls’ Court.
January’s ice and snow,
Makes your feet and fingers glow
February’s ice and sleet
Freeze the toes right off your feet. -Flanders and Swann
we might also see the GAPAs secret stash of choklit in our hands as well as Phillis the nickel if we keep this up…..
there’s this really wierd song that is called “I’m My Own Grandpa” that we listened to in English class.. three words-
stupid
funny
pointless
sounds like it fitted the qualifications for this thread so might as well post it!!!!!!
here it is……
Many, many years ago, when I was twenty-three
I married to a widow, who was pretty as can be.
This widow had a grown-up daughter
Who had hair of red.
My father in love with her, and soon they too were wed.
This made my dad my son-in-law.
And really changed my life.
Now my daughter was my mother.
‘Cause she was my father’s wife.
And to complicate the matter,
Even though it brought me joy.
I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy.
My little baby became a brother-in-law to dad,
And soon became my uncle, though it made me very sad.
For if-if he were my uncle, then that also made him brother
Of the widow’s grown-up daughter, who was of course, my step-mother.
Uh huh.
Father’s wife then had a son who kept them on the run,
And he became my grandchild, for he was my daughter’s son.
My wife is now my mother’s mother, and it really makes me blue.
Because although she is my wife, she’s my grandma, too!!!!!!
Now, if my wife is my grandmother i am her grandchild.
And every time I think of it, it nearly drives me wild
‘Cause now I have become the strangest case you ever saw.
As husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa!
yep funny stupid and pointless…..
Regarding my previous comment (#622)–
Mark Twain fans: I’ve found an online text of Life on the Mississippi. Great-great-grandfather Coontz is mentioned in Chapter 56. (I was off by one.)
hey is anyone going to comment on my song?
Wow! The Coontz family spanning generations. And this poor chap who married into his family being his own grandfather. How on earth is he going to bounce himself on his own knees? That is just terrible. Oh well. RFPS (Random, Funny, Pointless, and Stupid) that, fr00d.
“To label me, is to negate me.” Wittgenstein. But he’s six feet under and has been for years, so go ahead and correct him.
Thanks. I will.
“To label me, is to classify me.” Much better.
I am listening to the Sex Pistols right now. It was Sid Vicious’s birthday last night.
Oooh Mark Twain! He wasn’t cool until he started supporting the suffrage movements, the ingrate. White suits=Yes.
Also. They’ve got used going this idiotic color coding rubbish in Language Arts. What is this, first grade? It’s nearly as stupid as that “Structured Poetry” bit in sixth grade. Goodness. I’d hoped that by eighth grade I’d get more interesting stuff, but no.
Graham is DEAD. I don’t know how he died, but he is no more. He has ceased to be. Bereft of life, he rests in peace. Etc, etc. Cleese actually included that in his eulogy, which I downloaded footage of.
Hey, I have a winter poem too!
Ladies and gentlemen,
take my advice!
Pull down your pants,
and slide on the ice!
MG – I can’t say I like Christian fiction books very much, but I’ll definitely check out some of the classic authors. Thanks.
Kricket – I’m pretty sure I read some of those a while ago and really disliked them. Thanks, though. Maybe I’ll pick up a copy at a used store sometime soon.
Paul Baker – Aw, I wish I could find a copy that wasn’t expensive.
Phantom – Ooh, those look pretty good. I’ll check them out.
Thanks everyone!
I have been eaten by a shark and am unable to post anymore. Sorry.
Requiscat in Pace.
Lurkers! We no longer evil, wicked, bad-to-bones orangey boy! We good now!
Well Zallie, I didn’t figure you would be too interested in Christian fantasy, but I thought it worth putting out there. Seriously though, Thr3e was amazing, and the religion wasn’t that heavy in it. I mean, it was about a seminary student, but there weren’t many references to Christianity. Unless you count the fact that the whole thing was solved by looking at sin, and the true nature of man. But it wasn’t that heavy. It was mainly just clean fantasy. It was an awesome book. Seriously. I promise. If you read it, and don’t like the plot, and/or think the religion was to heavy, I promise anyone on the blog that I will read a book of their choice (just so long as it’s not Harry Potter, because my parents wouldn’t let me read that. Or a lot of other stuff. Actually, just scratch that whole proposal. But it still is an awesome book).
Has anyone read Jennifer Government? I really want to, but I don’t think my library has it.
It’s 9:00, and I can feel Phillis slipping from our fingers… MUSERS, UNITE!
26 posts to go!
Did anybody ever answer what Pwt pwns means?
Pwt is cool. Crraw annoys me, even though I am also a horrible poet. Actually, Crraw hasn’t been writing much poetry recently. Maybe that’s why I no longer like him very much.
I qoute: “MUSERS UNITE”
did i spell “quote” wrong?
*sigh* this is probably my last post on the january thread. I’m on the new laptop! Dude, i got a Dell. Eh, the touch pad clicking device is too sensetive and I haven’t figured out how to turn it off yet. Dickens! Zallie- Anything but the Call of the Wild. Ick. I’m considering ultra-condensing it for the contest. Buck rips everybody’s throats. the End. Wasn’t somebody on the Back to the Future team on Spinal Tap? Or am I confusing that with PB? Zallie- Read All Creatures Great and Small! And the sequels! Farewell, sweet January thread! I will miss you so! Well actually, no. Good ridance.
ok…
i am running out of syupid random things to say
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
MUST NOT LET THAT HAPPEN
wait… do we have to get 680 posts by midnight MBT (museblog time?) how many posts do we need anyway?
PWNs is ‘owns’ I think. It’s kind ofo stupid, if you ask me, but whatever.
WAIT, are we going for 666 posts or 700 posts?
Hah, question answered. What’s so special about 680?
its like “owns” but more. u know like in RPG’s i owned you, or i pwned you.
or, like i pwned your entire army!!!!!!
i think that we are going for 666 and were allmost there!!!!!!!!!!!!
In just two hours and fifteen minutes, I will be 13 3/4. Go me.
We are going for 670 to beat our previous record, I think. If we do, Phillis the nickel is ours. How we share it is another matter entirely.
Part of the idea was not to say tons of stupid stuff. Sorry, but that belongs on Randomness. etc., counts, dark lord, or at least, it does in my book.
“December Blizzard” had 662 comments.
Did it really? I only remember going up to 48something. Huh. I bet that’s when the aliens invaded.
Yeah, I’m with Norker on the random posts.
Where is everybody?
Well, this comment will break last month’s record. Then I can close down this thread and go to bed. ‘Night, all.