Hmm
I was going to post something here, but I decided not to. So I decided to post something saying that I decided not to post what I was going to post.
I'm crossing my fingers.
Into the depths of time I roar, to be heard never more.
Hmm, that ended up sounding ominous, like I was never coming back or something. It was just a random thought in my head.
I'm crossing my fingers.
Into the depths of time I roar, to be heard never more.
Hmm, that ended up sounding ominous, like I was never coming back or something. It was just a random thought in my head.
Thought of the day: When in Rome, try to avoid being eaten by a lion. It will hurt more than you realize.
Don't go into the dark;
You may be eaten by a Grue.
You may be eaten by a Grue.
and quoth the raven'nevermore'.....or was it quote?
*rimshot*
There's this really funny Matt Groening cartoon (he had a comic strip before doing the Simpsons) where he has the great philosophers speak on love. Something like:
"Love is a happy little man dancing a merry little jig. Then he turns on you with a miniature machine gun."--JP Sartre
"Love is a snowmobile zooming at 90 mph over the Arctic tundra. Then it flips, trapping you beneath its weight. At night, the ice weasels come."--Soren Kierkegaard
"Love is a slippery eel that bites like hell."--Nietche (sp?)
There's this really funny Matt Groening cartoon (he had a comic strip before doing the Simpsons) where he has the great philosophers speak on love. Something like:
"Love is a happy little man dancing a merry little jig. Then he turns on you with a miniature machine gun."--JP Sartre
"Love is a snowmobile zooming at 90 mph over the Arctic tundra. Then it flips, trapping you beneath its weight. At night, the ice weasels come."--Soren Kierkegaard
"Love is a slippery eel that bites like hell."--Nietche (sp?)
It was quoth.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
And it's spelt Nietzsche.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
And it's spelt Nietzsche.
Fried Banana vs. Fermented Chicken... more on this at orange.
You shouldn't give him too many, he is holding two cups of coffee.