March 19th, 2007

WWSS? (What Would Shakespeare Say?)

angevin2 doth verily mull a Shakespearean taunt:

Shakespeare-to-Fannish dictionary entry #2 (Toga Party Edition)
I will this night,
In several hands, in at his windows throw,
As if they came from several citizens,
Writings all tending to the great opinion
That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely
Caesar's ambition shall be glanced at.

I'll tell him the lurkers support me in e-mail.

Forsooth, context bids you to beware the Ides of March.
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redone per mods request

</a></b></a>cmpriest's spectacles went on the blink:

"Since I know exactly jack-diddly-shit about the repair of such items, I figured the solution would be akin to Super Secret Glasses Glue -- which would undoubtedly be a space-age bonding agent; or possibly they'd have a laser that would melt the ends back together. Hell, for all I knew they had a voodoo circle in a back room with a soldering iron, an enchanted grape, and a newt in an eyepatch. But it turns out, I'm full of crap. It turns out, the "repair" for busted frames is "Ta-da! New frames just like your old ones!"

context didn't think of "occulum repairem!"

She also has a snoring cat:

"Oh, I'm not talking a charming little, "Honk-shoo, honk-shoo," such as a sleepy kitten might make. Oh no. I'm talking about a sound like a bagpipe filled with push-pins being raped by a jackal."
(conversation about vet visit clipped)

"Although it's never been a real health issue so far as I can tell* and it comes and goes in severity, it's been pretty much permanent over the last five years. And last night, she was in rare form.
All. Freaking. Night. About two inches away from my head. The sound of a clarinet reed doing battle with a table fan. Occasionally, she would pause to "talk" in her sleep -- making protests, complaints, proclamations, and ordering take-out."

context is seriously sleep deprived.

springtime the pony

(no subject)


(Filked to the tune of Maria from West Side Story)

The most horrible sound I ever heard:
Cthulhu, Cthulhu, Cuthulhu, Cthulhu . . .
All the terrible sounds of the world in a single word . .
Cthulhu, Cthulhu, Cthulhu, Cthulhu . . .
I've just heard the call of Cthulhu,
And suddenly my life
Is filling up with strife
And dread.
I've just met the cult of Cthulhu,
Their articles and signs
Descending out of times
Say it loud and and you go insane,
Say it soft and it still warps your brain.

They'll never stop chanting Cthulhu!

The most horrible sound I ever heard.

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Context R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn
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