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Thursday, April 20, 2006

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Comments Blogger Maeve said...

What to blog about? I know! I'll talk about gardens. It is harder to mind a garden when gardens are constantly being under attack by alien predators called "Garden-schzmikles". These Garden-schzmikles (pronounced "GAR-den SCHZ-mik-les") are very dangerous to almost every type of plant life known except for daffodils. Now, you may ask why daffodils are immune to these deadly aliens. That is because they carry an undetectable amount of "Quazmanium" (pronounced "QUAZ-man-ium"). Quazmanium, which is an element made up of the compounds LiF, NaCl, KI, and FrAt, is a very strange element. It, for unknown reasons, carries trace amounts of Einsteinium, which creates a natural radiation penguin that protects it from the Garden-schzmikles.

Enough about daffodils, though. Gardens are the epitome of light and darkness in the area between both, called "Twilight". You're right, ToddD, that is a stupid sentence. Scratch that and replace it with "And there was distant music, simple and somehow sublime." Two point to whoever knows (other than Maeve) what show that is from. Ten points if you know the name of the song. Twenty points to those who know that google has a calculator. No, seriously. Go to google.com. Type in 5 * 3. It will say something like: 5 * 3 = 15. Still don't believe me? Type in 69 / 3 and you'll get 69 / 3 = 23. Of course, you all know what's coming next. Now that we know it's a calculator, type in "the answer to life, the universe, and everything". If you don't get the reference, you are a very deprived person. Go out and read "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" right now. Now. Get off this computer. Go read the trilogy. Skip the fourth book. No, there's a few funny lines. Skip all the parts with Arthur or Fenchurch. Just read the parts with Ford and Marvin. Then read the fifth book.

Gardens are extremely dangerous when not cared for. You'll wake up one day to realize that your 6 magic beans that you threw in your backyard became a large beanstalk. Then you'll climb the beanstalk...oh, you know the story. I think I've rambled quite a lot for now. Now, for the punchline: And then he said, "That's not my son, that's my boss!" (Listen to crowd laughs in background)

9:58 PM, April 20, 2006

 
Comments Anonymous Anonymous said...

Umm... this is wierd...


I LIKE IT!!!!!!!!!

12:31 PM, April 22, 2006

 
Comments Anonymous Anonymous said...

I don't know if that's the way you wanted it, but your post is in the comment section. At least for me. If that IS the way you want it: odd, but not really that good.
If that wasn't the way you wanted it, now you know, so you can fix it. Ummm... yeah.

Sri. But you already knew that.

5:57 PM, April 22, 2006

 
Comments Anonymous Anonymous said...

so this way only people who go to your comment thing can see the post.. interesting.

4:08 PM, April 24, 2006

 

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