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"Build a man a fire, and he'll be warm for a day..."
"...but set a man on fire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life." >:)
--- Dear Self,
Remember what I said about eleven o'clock PM being a bad time to go to sleep? Well, one o'clock AM is even worse. Yeah, I'm pretty mad at you right now.
Watching my New Year's resolution go down the toilet,
Me
--- Dear JETIX,
I've long thought your advertising was cheesy. However, now I have a new reason to dislike it: bad grammar. Since you apparently didn't pass first grade English, let me spell it out for you. That apostrophe in "Revenge of the Demon Sorcerer's Marathon"? Doesn't go there. You're making me think that a marathon belonging to a Demon Sorcerer is doing the revenging. Which is, I think, not quite what you had in mind.
Bemoaning the slow death of proper English,
Me
--- I'm Dreaming Of An Idiotic Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. Jack sat uncaringly floating in the air, sipping wondrous eggnog.
He looked at the plastic printer hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Will had hung it there, just before they looked at each other quickly and then fell into each other's arms and stabbed each other's nose.
If only I hadn't been so indifferent, Jack thought, pouring a snobby amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Will might not have got so smelly and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a crazy tear and held his elbow in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then an indignant voice lifted happily up in song.
I'm dreaming of an idiotic Christmas
Just like that rock from Indiana Jones that crushes and kills everyone
Jack ran to the door. It was Will, looking ecstatic all over with snow.
"I missed you oddly," Will said. "And I wanted to stab your nose again."
Jack hugged Will and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Will said.
"I think so too," Jack said and they stabbed each other's nose until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted cow head and lived lovingly until Jack got drunk again.
(from here)
--- I'mma go play Pokémon Mystery Dungeon.
Remember what I said about eleven o'clock PM being a bad time to go to sleep? Well, one o'clock AM is even worse. Yeah, I'm pretty mad at you right now.
Watching my New Year's resolution go down the toilet,
Me
I've long thought your advertising was cheesy. However, now I have a new reason to dislike it: bad grammar. Since you apparently didn't pass first grade English, let me spell it out for you. That apostrophe in "Revenge of the Demon Sorcerer's Marathon"? Doesn't go there. You're making me think that a marathon belonging to a Demon Sorcerer is doing the revenging. Which is, I think, not quite what you had in mind.
Bemoaning the slow death of proper English,
Me
It was Christmas Eve. Jack sat uncaringly floating in the air, sipping wondrous eggnog.
He looked at the plastic printer hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Will had hung it there, just before they looked at each other quickly and then fell into each other's arms and stabbed each other's nose.
If only I hadn't been so indifferent, Jack thought, pouring a snobby amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Will might not have got so smelly and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a crazy tear and held his elbow in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then an indignant voice lifted happily up in song.
I'm dreaming of an idiotic Christmas
Just like that rock from Indiana Jones that crushes and kills everyone
Jack ran to the door. It was Will, looking ecstatic all over with snow.
"I missed you oddly," Will said. "And I wanted to stab your nose again."
Jack hugged Will and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Will said.
"I think so too," Jack said and they stabbed each other's nose until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted cow head and lived lovingly until Jack got drunk again.
(from here)
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(Oh, and Pratchett quotes FTW.)
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Pratchett is the best, isn't he? ^_^ I recently started reading his books and...yeah. They are good stuff.
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(No, I ran away from it in horror. Too many idiots.)