SNOW!!

Yay for snow days! And for this being only the third one of the year!

Even though I only had a dusting at my house that is melting as we speak.







Oh, and why does nobody post anymore?

NaNo WriMo Thread

For all that novelty puss and a gook you need to leak out, even that that will probably go right back into your nano... Do comment please.

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TO ALL BLOGGING PEOPLE USING THIS BLOG: please do not let this pretty green blog die of neglect. Thanks and good day, ^_^

Back in the day

So, remember the infancy of the Geek Blog, when we were young and naive and altogether hopeless? And when Blogger liked to delete things at random? And when I thought it would be a good idea to have Blogger e-mail me all the updates that came through here?

Yeah, me neither. Which was why I was surprised when I found this in my e-mail archives. It is Meg, cursing Jonathan. I think you'll find Blogger ate the original post, so it is a Rare Find, or at least interesting. It also might generate some sorely needed discussion. Observe!

"In what language would you like me to curse him? Do you want profanity or magic or what?
Double double toil and trouble, make Shine get on his computer.

Shine is a wanky bugger (no, you're not really, just, you know, going with the flow. I didn't mean it! You're not a wanky bugger! You are probably one of the least wanky buggery people I have ever met. You are a... erm... sweet, kind, um... nice, intelligent, handsome person. Really. I mean it. You know I love you.)

?? ?????? ???? ??????? ? ?????(?????) ? ????? ???????? ?? ?????? ??????? ??????????? ??? ????????? ????? ????????. (You should be boiled in oil and then toasted over low heat for the rest of eternity.)

Det neste gang jeg ser De som jeg spytter i Deres ansikt og stomp på Deres toes. (The next time I see you I will spit in your face and stomp on your toes.)

Espero-o morrer mil mortes horríveis mil vezes sobre. (I hope you die a thousand horrible deaths a thousand times over.)

Potere le sue die diventano delle carote, i suoi capelli nella paglia, le sue dita nei cetrioli, il suo naso in una pesca, la sua bocca in un ravanello, i suoi orecchia nelle albicocche, ed i suoi occhi nelle olive. Ed il tutto maggio i suoi Natali sono luminosi. (May your toes turn into carrots, your hair into straw, your fingers into cucumbers, your nose into a peach, your mouth into a radish, your ears into apricots, and your eyes into olives. And may all your Christmases be bright.)

There, I think that was appropriately done, don't you, Ursula?"

That was back before I was named Ushi, too. Wow.

And this has nothing whatsoever to do with my inability to focus on long-term homework assignments. At all.

Yes.

Ushi-Post!

Insane, neh?

Have changed the heading, a) because I haven't really touched this blog for months and b) because any line of Eoin Colfer's which makes me giggle madly has to be shared with the masses. Forget the plot. So far, that line is my favorite part of the new book.

What else. School's starting tomorrow. Thoughts? Fear? Loathing?

greetings, yadda yadda

Look what I found!

Actually, I didn't find it, a friend from science camp did and sent it to me, because she knew I'd love it. Which I do. And so shall you!

OR ELSE!

In other news, que pasa?

stuff

Will we be seeing PotC2 as a group because if so, I want to come. i went with Charles and Kumar, and they ruined it. I want to go with you guys.