Posted on 01/12/2006 8:39:35 AM PST by dhls
What? No "Thou damned tripe-visaged rascal."?; no "Wedded be thou to the hags of hell."?; no "They have marvellous foul linen."?
For shame! ;)
Speak for yourself! I intend to have myself frozen and brought out of stasis at unspecified (to them) times. 'Twill be a fitting revenge! ;)
O, ne Zot! I'm going to have to check out the Shakespeare play CD's from the library now, and play them in the van. I'll have Pat and James calling people "tripe-visaged rascals" in no time!
I'm just going to spend all the money and eat all the pizza before I die :-).
Anoreth is under orders to make sure there's a huge party at a tasteful interval after my demise, with belly dancers and steamed clams for everyone. That should wipe out any residuum of my estate that doesn't go to charity.
and into the wind, perhaps?
Pat's in perfect health ... he's just been living on air - and Cheerios - since he was about a year old. (James is heavier, and almost as tall.) Nothing will make him eat.
I really wonder sometimes if he's quite right in the head ... he just turned up and told me that he's a purple asphalt-spreader.
I'm going to that first, then freeze myself! Although, the idea of clams and belly dancing has tremendous appeal.
Both of you feel free to chastise Ming all you wish. However, as I am attempting to keep the Martian environment, such as it is, free of radioactive contamination, please be sure to set the proper phase setting for the alternate reality that Ming occupies.
And please do not let him get hold of the phase-shifting technology!
It's going to be difficult enough to straighten out the ecology of Mars as it is, without adding to the problem.
By the way, for those interested in asteroid target practice, please do not target the larger, and potentially habitable, asteroids.
And the ones you do wish to shatter into smithereens, please arrange to intercept all the fragments. (They will be useful for various projects around the system, and you don't really want to get the legal eagles swooping down on us, do you?)
TC's all over that with the Shakespeare quote for Ana.
I'm crazy about clams, always have been. When I was a small child in New England, we dug clams all through the season. Sometimes found them on the California coast, too.
For one birthday or anniversary, Der Prinz bought a dozen clams for me ... but then he cooked them with *tomato sauce* if you can believe it. I was grateful for the good intentions, but REALLY. Tomato Sauce!
I hate to have to post and run, but it's my time to hop on the treadmill.
I might have time tomorrow to pop in for some jibber-jabbering, though.
Have wonderful weekends!
Oh, good G*D! Tomato sauce?! And he lived to tell the tale?!
That's just sooooo.....wrong!
It doesn't work as well in low-gee.
And I'll try to make sure you're invited to my party, of course.
Have fun ... see you around!
At least he has his screen name...
Wow. That's strange. (I ate Wheaties...)
Strange is the word, yes. I'm not sure how much is inborn, and how much is the result of his siblings' playing mind games with him. Anoreth's going to be paying for his psychiatrist when he's older :-).
Would those be the "solid" asteroids, or the porous ones?
I mean for target practice?
The following was voted the best joke of the year in Australia....
Kiwi walks into his bedroom with a sheep under his arm and says: "Darling, this is the pig I have sex with when you have a headache."
His girlfriend is lying in bed and replies: "I think you'll find that's a sheep, you idiot."
The New Zealander says: "I think you'll find I wasn't talking to you."
ROTFLOL!!
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