Ramble-Rantin’-Hoot-a-Gootination!

Time for a ramblerant, methinks! After all, the time doth breach the late hours.

So, first on the delicious menu tonight is Clockwork.

Who invented clockwork? Did he share the same noble background as the Earl Of Sandwich, i.e. was his name the Duke of Clocksbury or something? Was he fat? Was he a thin old guy with a white straggly beard or was he some sort of idiot who did it by mistake? Who ate the afterburner? Why does this sound more and more like an advert for a soap opera? Is Dave really cheating on his girlfriend?

So, moving along: SOY BEANS.

THEY ARE NOT SAPIENT.
OR SOME SORT OF GRAIN.
NO, THEY’RE NOT A TYPE OF HAT MERCHANT EITHER.

Leading me into the happy world of Mario, the delightful Italian drug addict.

So, he runs around is a shiny bright world eating magic mushrooms which make him big and strong so he can fight the giant turtles who have captured a princess. Then, if he eats some sort of herb thing he calls a “fire flower” (more likely cannabis or something) he can shoot fire and make money out of the evil monsters. If he gets so high he can touch the stars, he becomes invincible and very fast.

Just what is this teaching kids? Eat those shiny mushrooms and you can get hit by something which would normally kill you and survive?

Also, why not talk about ballpoint-pens? They’re useful. They’re not orangutans. They happen to be quite good at poetry, given the chance.

Spare a copper for a poor orange guv’nor. Oi’ve got a woife and three kids to support on this. *Man eats the orange*

Besides from that, how about a story? Imma gonna Ad-Lib this one.
Once upon a time, there was a guy called Reggie. He liked to eat carrots. So one day, Reggie got dressed and went to the local grocery shop, where he bought carrots. He went home, and made carrot soup. After he ate the soup, he used the remaining carrots to spring a friend from prison by cleverly hiding a chainsaw inside one of the carrots. These, of course, were magic carrots that could change size with the magic word, “Grunkle”. They had two sizes: Flubberinkins, and Large.
Reggie was caught by the police for malicious carrot-Grunkling with intent to cause ritual disbelief among the righteous followers of Squeck. Squeck was a block of cheese. The police had helmets made of finest bread, and often toasted them by the fire after a hard minute’s work. Then they had sausages for tea. Reggie died in prison. The End.

The moral of that story? STAY THE HECK AWAY FROM CHEESE WORSHIPPING PEOPLE.

Ladies and Gentlemen, we will now perform a test of our emergency warning system.

*BWAEEEEEEE* *WAUMP* *WAUMP* *WAUMP* *BWAEEEEEEE* *SQEUUUEE* *WAUMPWAUMPWAUMP*

Thankyou. We will now perform a test of our not-so-emergencyish warning system.

*zoing*

Thankyou.

Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Put your tray tables up and your seat back in the full upright position and prepare for impact.

There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?

Right, so now I’m going to play some mario. All dem mushrooms.

Random Post

Hooray! Another ranting, raving post where I gabble about whatever is running through my mind.

Today? Clocks. Why do we have these? Keeping time is all very useful but in fact it does indeed make life more stressful.

Hmm, there wasn’t much on that topic, onto the next.

I wish I had more emails, or some sort of fanbase; but I can’t get those unless I do something WORTH that. So, what should I do? Humm. Perhaps I should write a compiz plugin. I would like that, but it’s not an option until I get a proper boot with Linux.

So, oranges. Yeah. They’re orange; but what came first? Is the name for the fruit describing it through colour, or is the colour named after the fruit? Why did someone decide to name it after fruit if that were the case? He could have said clay or something.

Ooh, another track: Braid. Beautiful game. I can’t express how awesome it is. All the reviews are thoroughly deserved. More info here: http://braid-game.com

Baldness. Why do people fret so much about it? It’s only hair loss, so what? It’s not like you ever really cared that much about it when it was still there. I mean, what have you lost? What pleasure did you have in hair? You didn’t do it any favours; you drowned it and pumped it with soap and gel and hairspray, and then boiled the water off of it with lots of hot air, and then you chop bits off of it; willingly throwing it away, and now look!

Forks. WHO INVENTED THE FORK?

Who named cow flesh “beef”? WHO decided it? Where was it’s origin? Beef. Beefy beef beef.
I want to go back in time to the time when they started naming stuff.
Did they just point at something and say a word for it?

*points at beef*
“Bieph.”

“Bieph? Hmm. Bieph. Good…uh…eye-dear.”

“Eye-dear? What’s one of them?”

“You know, a…head…plan…thing. A thawt.”

“Thawt? Good, heh, eye-dear. We’re cooking with…uh…Ghass now!”

“Hehe, yeah!”