::looks around blearily::
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::staggers in::
111 new e-mails, mostly mailing list shit. Skip=257 on friends list, not quite as bad as I expected. Countless new fics, many good, but too much all at once. New bandwagon, yum, hence the GIP. Will have to make some sort of contribution to the domlijbilleh at some point. Possibly before the weekend is over. First, my brain must explode.
::brain explodes::
And now, the penguin on top of your television set will explode.
::it does so::
::kaydee wanders off in search of food::
111 new e-mails, mostly mailing list shit. Skip=257 on friends list, not quite as bad as I expected. Countless new fics, many good, but too much all at once. New bandwagon, yum, hence the GIP. Will have to make some sort of contribution to the domlijbilleh at some point. Possibly before the weekend is over. First, my brain must explode.
::brain explodes::
And now, the penguin on top of your television set will explode.
::it does so::
::kaydee wanders off in search of food::
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Date: 2003-01-19 04:30 pm (UTC)"What's it doin'?"
"Standin'!"
"I can see that!"
"...if it laid an egg... It would roll down the back of the telly-vision set."
"Ooh, I hadn't thought of that."
"Unless it's a male."
"Yes, it looks fairly butch..."
"Perhaps it's from next door."
"Next door?! Penguins don't come from next door! They come from the Antarctic!"
"BURMA!"
"...why'd you say Burma?"
"I panicked."
*laughs herself silly* My *favorite* sketch, man, I couldn't resist...
*licks your icon*
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Date: 2003-01-19 06:02 pm (UTC)BOOM!
::proffers icon for the licking. Because, domlijbilleh. Mmmm::
Hello there.
Date: 2003-01-19 07:17 pm (UTC)My personal favorite:
Man: One on't cross beams gone owt askew on treddle.
Woman: I don't understand what you're saying.
Man: (slightly irritatedly and with exaggeratedly clear accent) One of the cross beams has gone out askew on the treddle.
Woman: Well what on earth does that mean?
Man: *I* don't know - Mr Wentworth just told me to come in here and say that there was trouble at the mill, that's all - I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition.
(JARRING CHORD - The door flies open and Cardinal Ximinez of Spain enters, flanked by two junior cardinals. Cardinal Biggles has goggles pushed over his forehead. Cardinal Fang is just Cardinal Fang)
Ximinez: NOBODY expects the Spanish Inquisition! Our chief weapon is suprise...surprise and fear...fear and surprise.... Our two weapons are fear and surprise...and ruthless efficiency.... Our *three* weapons are fear, surprise, and ruthless efficiency...and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope.... Our *four*...no... *Amongst* our weapons.... Amongst our weaponry...are such elements as fear, surprise.... I'll come in again. (Exit and exeunt)
Man: I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition.
(JARRING CHORD - The cardinals burst in)
Ximinez: NOBODY expects the Spanish Inquisition! Amongst our weaponry are such diverse elements as: fear, surprise, ruthless efficiency, an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope, and nice red uniforms - Oh damn! (To Cardinal Biggles) I can't say it - you'll have to say it.
Sorry this is so long.
Re: Hello there.
Date: 2003-01-19 07:36 pm (UTC)Re: Hello there.
Date: 2003-01-19 07:40 pm (UTC)