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cabbitzillaFrom a conversation earlier:
Fox: We just spontaneously burst into haiku on public. x.o
Me:
I had heard this, yes.
Like many things, Haiku happens
when unexpected.
Me: (Sorry. Was in the kitchen. :p)
Fox:
Quite understood, but
now my meter is off, so
I must seppuku.
Me:
I shall avenge thee.
While the blade still holds your heat;
buried in thy foes.
Fox:
Ooh, that sounds just great.
So I guess that it is time
to stab myself. Urk.
Me:
My God, they killed Fritz!
Those dirty rotten bastard whores!
My best friend, he bleeds...
Fox:
If we don't stop soon,
all creation will fall next
to the poem's weight.
Me:
What is creation?
Random elements mixing,
forming odd creatures.
Fox:
What do I see here?
Far too many tentacles.
OH GOD! CTHULHU!
Me:
See the Japanese:
in short skirts the women play,
courting wrig'ling loves.
Fox: x.x
Me: *laughs* Sorry. I'm trying to keep in theme. :)
Fox: 'sno big deal. :p I was trying to break the poetry. Was running out of ideas.
Amazing what happens when I've got Meat Loaf roaring in the background. Hrm. I wonder if the Loaf is conducive to prose... I do have a couple of projects languishing and gathering dust. I'll have to poke at that. Which reminds me: I need to see if OpenOffice.org has made any more progress on a native port to OS X.
*grooves to Loaf goodness* Yeah, hit me with those power ballads. Mmmmmm. Well, this is just sitting here and not getting added to, so I'll close it out.
Yeah, it's rubbish, but it keeps me amused...
Fox: We just spontaneously burst into haiku on public. x.o
Me:
I had heard this, yes.
Like many things, Haiku happens
when unexpected.
Me: (Sorry. Was in the kitchen. :p)
Fox:
Quite understood, but
now my meter is off, so
I must seppuku.
Me:
I shall avenge thee.
While the blade still holds your heat;
buried in thy foes.
Fox:
Ooh, that sounds just great.
So I guess that it is time
to stab myself. Urk.
Me:
My God, they killed Fritz!
Those dirty rotten bastard whores!
My best friend, he bleeds...
Fox:
If we don't stop soon,
all creation will fall next
to the poem's weight.
Me:
What is creation?
Random elements mixing,
forming odd creatures.
Fox:
What do I see here?
Far too many tentacles.
OH GOD! CTHULHU!
Me:
See the Japanese:
in short skirts the women play,
courting wrig'ling loves.
Fox: x.x
Me: *laughs* Sorry. I'm trying to keep in theme. :)
Fox: 'sno big deal. :p I was trying to break the poetry. Was running out of ideas.
Amazing what happens when I've got Meat Loaf roaring in the background. Hrm. I wonder if the Loaf is conducive to prose... I do have a couple of projects languishing and gathering dust. I'll have to poke at that. Which reminds me: I need to see if OpenOffice.org has made any more progress on a native port to OS X.
*grooves to Loaf goodness* Yeah, hit me with those power ballads. Mmmmmm. Well, this is just sitting here and not getting added to, so I'll close it out.
This entry stops now;
idleness gets me nowhere.
There are things to do.
idleness gets me nowhere.
There are things to do.
Yeah, it's rubbish, but it keeps me amused...
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Date: 2004-08-09 05:18 am (UTC)Far too many tentacles.
OH GOD! CTHULHU!"
*LOL* This is my favorite, by far! ^^
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Date: 2004-08-09 05:26 am (UTC)I have something of a readily-lapsing memory. So is it all mine? Is it kinda mine? Is it someone else's? Why won't the door open? Etc, etc. Tycho, turn Radio Telescope #43 to blah blah.
Look, I haven't slept in so long my eyes hurt. G'night.