Thursday, November 3. 2005A Real Incident
Anne: Josh,* you need to sit down now.
Josh: Mrs Mortensen!! I'm cleaning out my folder!!! A: Stop wadding up papers! Go sit down and write your book report. J: Look, I can make it from here!!! (tosses a huge wad of papers across the room.) A: You have 5 seconds to sit down, or I'm sending you to ICS. 5...4... J: WHY DO YOU HATE ME???? A: 3...2... J: (makes a mad dash for his desk, sprawling across the floor and touching the seat with one finger) A: ...? J: (frantically crawls into his seat) A: ...?? Class: (stares open-mouthed) A: (begins to write referral slip) J: (Passionately and yet completely silently pantomimes being choked by what seems to be an army of monkeys) Class: (stares open-mouthed) A: (holding up referral slip) It's all filled out. I'm just waiting for you to say ONE more thing. J: (implodes into a bony huddle at his desk for 15 minutes, completely crumpled and silent) Later, after class... J: Did you really write me a referral slip? A: (holds up referral slip) J: You were going to send me to MS. STONE????? TO COPY DICTIONARY PAGES????? A: (nods) J: (snatches referral slip, violently wads it up, thrusts it into his mouth, and chews.) *name has been changed to protect insane student. Tuesday, October 25. 2005Curtis. . .
I'm sorry! Please come back..........
Monday, October 24. 2005So I'm Sitting here...
Noticing that the day is almost over, and there hasn't been a post yet. None of the sites I check on a normal basis have anything worthy of a post, so I figured I'd go with an old classic.
Some of you might enjoy this little time-killer. Just thought I'd share with you one of my links that keep me entertained. Well time to have another one of Andy's cookies. Thursday, October 6. 2005Creation
I know there are a lot of versions of this, but I thought this one was worth posting:
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Dmitriy (from inter-net-solutions) put up some pictures of his vacation in Turkey. I thought that you guys might find them interesting, but I haven't moved them to the gallery yet. So here's the link:
http://inter-net-solutions.com/~dkaloshin/some_my_vacation_pictures/ Thursday, August 11. 2005Wedding Pics
For anyone who cares, there are new pics up in the gallery--the marvelous marriage of Daboo and the Mad Giggler. Come! Partake!
Thursday, August 11. 2005
So..."interesting" morning ... Posted by Ancient of Days
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Comment (1) Trackbacks (0) So..."interesting" morning on my end...how about the rest of you?
(09:37:43) TML: Do you know what ph34r is?
(09:37:53) Curtis: fear (09:38:41) Curtis: what is fear? (09:40:10) TML: fear is when you're cruising down I-15 at 70 MPH in the left hand lane with a ditch on your left and a concrete mixing truck to your right, and you lose your power steering. (09:40:32) TML: I clenched muscles I never imagined I had (09:40:55) Curtis: your life is very. . .interesting (09:41:14) TML: wanna trade? (09:41:24) Curtis: um, no (09:41:32) TML: I could do with a lot less interesting. (09:42:01) Curtis: I can imagine (09:42:49) TML: *click* *brdbrdbrdbrdbrd* *thunk* WAAAGGGHGHGHH!!!!! (09:43:41) TML: pleasedontletmedieherepleasedontletmedieherePLEASEDONTLETMEDIEHERE iwannalivecmonyoucandoitjustslowdownkeepthewheelstraightbutgetsloweddownbeforetheroadcurves dontdiedontdiedontdie (09:44:25) Curtis: gotta keep that heart pumping somehow Thursday, July 28. 2005Walking To Moriah
We were five small figures moving among the shimmering waves of heat that rose from the desert floor. Dust kicked up by my old, shuffling feet, and by the donkey's hooves, covered our sweating faces. One of the young men, my son, looked over at me, a concerned look on his face, but I didn't respond. I walked with my head bowed, shoulders hunched. Every movement was pain, and my thoughts were far away, back in the land of my childhood.
I remembered my father's curses vividly, the curses that he had screamed at me the day that I left my father's house to find God. I had always known God. Not the gods my father knew, Elkanah, Libnah, Mahmackrah, Korash, and the various gods of the Pharoah, no I knew, or thought I knew, the true God, the living God, the God who didn't need golden images to show His majesty, for the Earth itself showed His power. I'm not sure how I came to know that God, but as I walked from my father's house that day, I knew that I could not follow the ways of my fathers. I would, I decided, go to the house of the King of Peace, the great high priest, and I would learn from him. And so, despite my father's curses, I walked from the house to seek God wherever I might find Him. Long shadows followed us and the heavily-laden donkey when we stopped for the night. As night fell, the young men sat around the fire, eating, talking and laughing. Even though two of them are my servants, I have always treated them well, if not always as friends, at least as equals. They love my son, the son of my old age. He is their friend, and, they know, he always will be. Even those who don't like their young master have to admit that he is loving, and unbelievably loyal. Continue reading "Walking To Moriah" Thursday, July 21. 2005
Ramblings (For Lack of Something Better) Posted by The Mad Giggler
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It's been far too long since anyone posted anything longer than a few lines. I guess everyone is suffering Potter-itis. Today is really the first day I've been able to think about much else. Ok, that's not entirely true. But I started reading Dune this morning on the train, so my brain has moved on from the Chosen One to the Kwisatz Haderach, at least as far as reading material goes.
I'd write more about video games, but I'm still mostly playing NFL 2K5. I think everyone has heard enough about football for the time being. I mean, the NFL season doesn't start for another seven weeks (college football, of course, starts a bit earlier - go Utes!). The only other game I've played lately is Jade Empire and it's difficult to discuss Bioware RPG's in any depth without giving away the plot. Fortunately, my home has been blessed with high-speed internet today, so I can get my Counter-Strike groove going again. In unrelated news, Radar and I were discussing posting all the latest happenings of Jackle, Nalathisor, Kitya, Maxwell, Azraiel, Rath, and Urfengar to the homestarmy. Since Glim and Llan can no longer meet up to continue their "Conversations" series, I figure we need an easy way to recap what's happened lately. People could even post journal entries from their character's point of view. P.S. Andy (Kermit) is almost done with The Half-Blood Prince, so everyone can start posting spoilers tomorrow. P.P.S. Wren will love this billboard. Thursday, July 21. 2005Prosper and Wash
Well, it seems that I've become a cat farmer. I am the proud new owner of two boy kittens (named Prosper and Wash) as well as hundreds of new digital pictures of them.
Now, if we can keep Nokie from eating them to secure her powerbase, we can start branching out into lions, tigers, jaguars, leopards, and cheetahs. Tuesday, July 19. 2005Yes
That would be correct, oh Ancient of Days.
Thursday, July 7. 2005Executive Order
I'm sorry, but I have to put a moratorium on the nickname Muffy. For those of us who are corrupt and have soiled minds, there are bad connotations. It has been proposed that Sgt. Muffin be turned in for Wren until a true nickname or nom de plume surfaces.
From wikipedia: The true wrens are members of a New World passerine bird family Troglodytidae containing 55 species. A troglodyte means a cave-dweller, and wrens get their scientific name from the tendency of some species to forage in dark crevices. They are mainly small and inconspicuous except for their loud songs. These birds have short wings and a thin down-turned bill. Several species often hold their tails upright. All are insectivorous. Only one wren, Troglodytes troglodytes, known as the Winter Wren in North America, also occurs in Europe, where it is commonly known simply as the Wren. According to European folklore, the Wren is the King of the Birds. Long ago the birds held a contest to see who could fly the highest; at first it looked as though the Eagle would win easily, but just as the Eagle began to tire, the Wren crept out from under the Eagle's tail feathers and soared far above. The wren's majesty is recognized in such stories as the Grimm Brothers' The Willow-Wren and the Bear. The small, stump-tailed Wren is almost as familiar as the Robin. It is small and mouse-like, easily lost sight of when it is hunting for food, but is found everywhere from the tops of the highest moors to the sea coast. Its movements as it creeps or climbs are incessant rather than rapid; its short flights swift but not sustained, its tiny round wings whirring as it flies from bush to bush. It is a bird of the uplands even in winter, vanishing into heather when snow lies thick above, a troglodyte indeed. It frequents gardens and farms, but it is quite as abundant in thick woods and in reed-beds. When annoyed or excited its call runs into an emphatic churr, not unlike clockwork running down. Its song is a gushing burst of sweet music, loud and emphatic. It has an enormous voice for its size. Individuals vary in volume as well as quality of song. The song begins with a few preliminary notes, then runs into a trill, slightly ascending, and ends in full clear notes or another trill. At all and any season the song may be heard, though most noticeable during spring. At night, usually in winter, it often roosts, true to its name, in dark retreats, snug holes and even old nests. In hard weather it may do so in parties, either consisting of the family or of many individuate gathered together for warmth. Tuesday, June 28. 2005Hi, I'm a real limerick!
There once was a Giggler named Curtis
Whose poetry basked in absurdness Though his meter is odd We must give him a nod As with rhyming he's sure to out-nerd us. Monday, June 27. 2005
Radar is Going to the Mall Posted by The Mad Giggler
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Radar is going to go to the mall.
There he will have a dinner not small. Of his chicken nuggets, he will eat all. For that is how he became so tall. Yet that is not why his pate is hairless. No, that story is quite another mess. He once fed a man to the monster in Loch Ness For revealing the secrets behind his baldness. I am not a man so brave. Peace and security are things I crave. Rhythm and meters are things I save For those more deserving, not this knave. But rhyming is something in which I delight. It tickles my fancy and makes my thoughts take flight. Not getting silly, however, try as I might, Is something for which I must always fight. Friday, June 24. 2005Math Jokes
A physicist, a biologist, and a mathematician were having lunch at a cafe. They watched two people enter the building across the street. A bit later, they see three people exit.
The physicist deduces, "The measurement was inaccurate." The biologist proclaims, "They reproduced." The mathematician then suggests, "Now if one more person enters the building it will be empty." Well, the Homestarmy blog is now up and running. Please reply to this article using the comments field below if you want me to set up a username/password for you. |
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