PING demonstrated....The Elequent: Dance of the chopsticks.Meanwhile,Pang was crouch'd in fear shivering at the thought of those chopsticks,and Pong was threatening
an overthrow of the chopstick .............................
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PING demonstrated....The Elequent: Dance of the chopsticks.Meanwhile,Pang was crouch'd in fear shivering at the thought of those chopsticks,and Pong was threatening
an overthrow of the chopstick .............................
And as the chopstick was overthrown, it twirled acrobatically in a franitc arial swan song performance before landing in the waste bin, the first step on the road to the land fill of life.
"I've fallen, and I can't get up!" it cried. But there was no answer. There was no one there to hear. (If a chopstick falls in the waste bin, and there is no one there......)
It looked around helplessly. It had landed on a crumpled up, soiled newspaper.
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(Continued from A1)
The Squid examines his cards again and pushes a small stack of chips towards the center of the table, saying "See you and raise ten." He pauses and then bitterly adds, "The Prehistoric Planet chews'em up and spits'em out!" Mr. P, the beast from down under, nods sadly in agreement, a limp vegemite sandwich lying neglected beside him on the table.
"There is little concern for narrative continuity or plot development. Characters are introduced, willy-nilly as it were, and then are casually tossed aside like yesterday's butt scrub," says Dr. Bruce Anthrax as he antes up.
Wee Tommy looks down anxiously into his near empty sporran, fidgets with his cards, and says, "Errr .. would ye be having any eights?"
Moby starts to sneer, "Go f...." but is interrupted by an obviously inebriated Ahab, seated across the table with Ms Butterfly on his lap.
"Arrr... Look what it done to Chi-Ken. We had ta duct tape him up n put the tin foil on his head ta keep'm from seppuku," slurs Ahab. Ms Butterfly's face flushes scarlet as Ahab's hand slips beneath the table.
Across the room a TV is ignored by a variety of dejected dames who are sprawled over the shabby furinture. A number of brightly-coloured nasty little gremlins cavort on the screen before their sun god, performing conservation of matter peekaboo rituals, while the blue meanie, the NooNoo, their evil hench thing, an entity abhorred by nature (repeated here in case you didn't get the joke last time as in "nature abhors....") coldly regards the room from afar.
The Squid snaps his suckers. The Petronella twins get up and start across the room. "More krill, Honey?" they purr in unison.
Daisy follows them across the room, coming up behind Moby and running her finger teasingly around his blow hole. "Save the ambergris for later, Big Boy," she whispers.
Seated atop a stack of empty pizza boxes and phone directories, the Cyborg Wombat fans his cards, closes them again, and then puts them down on table. "Fold," he mumbles, as a small tear runs down his fuzzy cheek. The suddenly he smacks his paw down on the table, upsetting piles of chips. "What have we done to deserve this?" he shouts. "What?"
Across the room on the TV screen, the NooNoo snickers ominously, and the room becomes a little darker and colder.
(Thanks to Guts3D for the newspaper URL)
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It is my pure and virtuous heart that
gives me the strength of ten!
Marie looked aghast and realised she had very little of this in her notebook, so she grabbed a blue pen, started writing hurriedly, for there was so little time and so much to do, then grabbed a red pen to highlight the highlights, then grabbed a black pen, to underline the bad times on the Planet, then she grabbed a green pen, to mark the Green re-cycling times, for she was sure she had heard some of this before? She then grabbed her purple pen, for as the saying goes, 'When I am Old, I shall wear Purple' to mark the humorous times. Then lunged for the Yellow pen and shrieked in horror when she realised yellow didn't show up on her white paper.
Then she patted her bun, which really needed undoing, washing and putting back in place again, but she had so much writing to do about all these events, the hair washing would have to wait..
Then into view, came that old fella, Shakespeare, who was a dab hand at writing things, he had come to give Marie a bit of advice, which was .....
Tubbie, or not Tubbie: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action ...
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It is my pure and virtuous heart that
gives me the strength of ten!
"We must kill some of the characters in this script." thought Mags.Of course,
Mags had no thoughts of using the color of'yellow pen' again in print.
She quickly grabbed out her favorite color...................................
Now she could continue the saga WOTPP.The following was her new addition........................
Marie read this -
'Tubbie, or not Tubbie: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks'
and she thought it said 'a thousand natural socks' and the thought of picking up and washing all those socks again filled her with horror, so she....
Screamed
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at the top of her lungs and then suddenly she thought of ...
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which made her laugh and think
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why not?
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It is my pure and virtuous heart that
gives me the strength of ten!
OH!NO! FLASHBACKS........
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What A Nightmare!What Will NooNoo and Yellow Print Mags Do? :grin:
http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l9...ickenboy-1.jpgSNAP!
Why go see the Fates, of course, and try to have them weave the random threads of this disjointed saga into some sort of cohesive fabric, or at least a warm scarf. :confused:
*NooNoo votes for a scarf
brrrrr it's cold out there!
Ummm anyone know where the Fates live?
The Fates live here Fates Homework Page of course !
And as it says, 'In the abode of the Fates are the records of all that happens on tablets of brass and iron, which are neither shaken by warfare in heaven, nor lightning, nor any destructive power. They are eternal and secure, these archives of the Fates'
Sooooo the whole of this sad and sorry and hilarious and silly tale is in the Archives of the Fates and slowly gathering cobwebs, green slime only stirred up by the occasional crazy visitor ....
...the next one of whom is ...
....a sometime clairvoyant, oft-times innebriated, and usually perplexed MOTPP (man of the perplexing present) who had this observation on the story line so far:
"What!"
To which another strange poster answered...........
To which another strange poster answered...........
Huh?
And another strange poster
WHAT THE!!!!
But the Fates took a turn for the verse at the Faroes, and the scarf, with its warp and woof, became a norse of a different colour.
Marie thought, "This can't be nornal ( Nornir/Valkyrur/DÃ*sir )!" But unfortunately it was, and our disjointed saga decided momentarily to return to a linguistic fetal position:
VÃ*tt er orpit
fyrir valfalli
rifs reiðiský,
rignir blóði ;
nú er fyrir geirum
grár upp kominn
vefr verþjóðar,
er þær vinur fylla
rauðum vepti
Randvés bana.
See! warp is stretched
For warriors' fall,
Lo! weft in loom
'Tis wet with blood;
Now fight foreboding,
'Neath friends' swift fingers,
Our grey woof waxeth
With war's alarms,
Our warp bloodred,
Our weft corseblue.
Sjá er orpinn vefr
ýta þörmum
ok harðkléaðr
höfðum manna ;
eru dreyrrekin
dörr at sköptum,
járnvarðr yllir,
en örum hrælaðr ;
skulum slá sverðum
sigrvef þenna.
"This woof is y-woven
With entrails of men,
This warp is hardweighted
With heads of the slain,
Spears blood-besprinkled
For spindles we use,
Our loom ironbound,
And arrows our reels;
With swords for our shuttles
This war-woof we work;
Gengr Hildr vefa
ok Hjörþrimul,
SanngrÃ*ðr, Svipul
sverðum tognum ;
skapt mun gnesta,
skjöldr mun bresta,
mun hjálmgagarr
Ã* hlÃ*f koma.
So weave we, weird sisters,
Our warwinning woof.
"Now Warwinner walketh
To weave in her turn,
Now Swordswinger steppeth,
Now Swiftstroke, now Storm;
When they speed the shuttle
How spearheads shall flash!
Shields crash, and helmgnawer
On harness bite hard!
Vindum, vindum
vef darraðar,
þann er ungr konungr
átti fyrri!
Fram skulum ganga
ok Ã* fólk vaða,
þar er vinir várir
vápnum skipta.
"Wind we, wind swiftly
Our warwinning woof
Woof erst for king youthful
Foredoomed as his own,
Forth now we will ride,
Then through the ranks rushing
Be busy where friends
Blows blithe give and take.
Vindum, vindum
vef darraðar
ok siklingi
sÃ*ðan fylgjum!
Þar sjá bragna
blóðgar randir
Guðr ok Göndul,
er grami hlÃ*fðu.
"Wind we, wind swiftly
Our warwinning woof,
After that let us steadfastly
Stand by the brave king;
Then men shall mark mournful
Their shields red with gore,
How Swordstroke and Spearthrust
Stood stout by the prince.
Vindum, vindum
vef darraðar,
þars er vé vaða
vÃ*gra manna!
Látum eigi
lÃ*f hans farask ;
eigu valkyrjur
vals of kosti.
Wind we, wind swiftly
Our warwinning woof.
When sword-bearing rovers
To banners rush on,
Mind, maidens, we spare not
One life in the fray!
We corse-choosing sisters
Have charge of the slain.
Marie suddenly sneezed, "Clontarf!"
"Óðinn bless you." said Njal. To which he added, "It sure is getting hot in here. Anyone got any marshmallows?"
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It is my pure and virtuous heart that
gives me the strength of ten!