sir_montag talks about the movie 300, Spartans and the battle of Thermopylae:
Xerxes being the talented military man that he is, sends scouts to check out the Greek force. When they report back, it's not quite what he expected.
xerxes: So, how big is the Greek force and what are they up to? perzian_scout: It's like, tiny LOL. perzian_scout: And they're out there doing exercises all nekkid and combing their hair ROFL!! xerxes: OMG LOL!!
Oddly enough some research into the urban-slang lexicons available on the internets yields the information that "to ball" can mean not only "to engage in coitus with" but also "to act in a manner reminiscent of that demonstrated by extremely rich and socially maladjusted athletes, particularly basketball players, manifested by extravagant financial expenditure and conspicuous accessorization". (ex. Yo, that [racial epithet] be straight-up ballin' like a [person with an acted-upon Oedipus complex].)
From the wonderful thecoweyed, who had a Latin Language lecture about the alphabet. And thus, this idea is born.
Have been thinking about this since our amazingly interesting Latin Language lecture, and suddenly it hit me. In the history of the development of our alphabet, Z got up for a while and forgot to call fives.
Z: Hey guys, I'm back... E: Oh, hey! Z: Hey, WTF! I was totally sitting there... G: Well, you didn't call fives. Z: But I SAID I'd be back. G: Oh, come on, you were hardly using this seat. Z: But that's my coat, right there! G: Fine, here's your coat. See you later. Z: Come on, E, I was sitting next to you. E: Yeah, but now G, F and I are having a pretty good talk. W: *points at F* He took MY spot, too! Everyone else: *stares at W* W: Err... *poof* V: Don't even get me started... *eyes U* Z: Shut up! This isn't about U, this is about how G stole my spot! E: Z, come on, it's just a seat... Z: But E-- E: I'll talk to you later. Promise. A, B and I will all come down to have a nice long chat. Z: *grumps and walks ALL THE WAY to the end of the alphabet* Y: Chaire su! Z: *glares* STFU.
I realised how bizarre my job is yesterday when I did a final read-through of an email I wrote to one of our Chinese manufacturers, discussing voice recording for a swearing garden gnome. Here are some excerpts: