The Chat Thread

[karlhenning]

Oof, Mike, I missed that you had suffered this beastie.  Mend rapidly!

[zamyrabyrd]

Pah....reason I have not posted for a couple of days; I am off with Swine-flu. I was so bad yesterday morning, I could not manage the security code into my mobile phone in order to tell my boss.

Today, I am much better...but farrrrrr from well, so don't give me that excuse!
Mike

Whoa, sorry to hear, get better (excellent) soon. Now, when you have time can you tell us how you think you got it, so as to know how to avoid it? I tend not to believe the TV news about anything, let alone "pandemics" but maybe this bug is more prevalent than usual. There's supposed to be a nasty strain of something in Central China, too.
ZB

[karlhenning]

What?

[DavidW]

Welcome RexxyNOB17.

[DavidW]

What?

It's like he used a thesaurus to sound smart but forgot about the dang fangled grammar stuff!

[Dr. Dread]

He's selling patio furniture. 

[Opus106]

It's like he used a thesaurus to sound smart but forgot about the dang fangled grammar stuff!

But the important thing is Rexxy did not forget to put up the ad for patio furniture.

[Dr. Dread]

On account of string theory groceries bike air sail momentum conglomerates are therefore withdrawing exponentilly albatross wig blower.

[DavidW]

On account of string theory groceries bike air sail momentum conglomerates are therefore withdrawing exponentilly albatross wig blower.

Gravity's Rainbow?

[Opus106]

We could make a fun game out of this.

[karlhenning]

heedless watermelon

(oh)

[Dr. Dread]

Oh Freddled Gruntbuggly
by Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz

Oh freddled gruntbuggly
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.
Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!

[Diletante]

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[Elgarian]

heedless watermelon

The worst kind.

[Elgarian]

Oh Freddled Gruntbuggly
by Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz

Oh freddled gruntbuggly
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.
Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!

Exactly so. It puts me in mind of one of his earlier works (see below), when he was still restricted to more formal rhyme schemes and alliterative rhythms, though both are works of great genius of course.

Quags from a Greaping Gybe

And when thy nadgered gurblings purge my prongs,
I shall not smedge my pobble, nor my pog.
For there is quangled quirbling undermongs,
To munge my mimbling - and to splite the sprog.

The sheer opportunistic bravado and unexpected plangency of phrases such as 'smedge my pobble', are so characteristic of the man's work, don't you think?

[Dr. Dread]

I'll definitely take your word for it.

[Dr. Dread]

Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
   

[karlhenning]

The worst kind.

You don't know the half of it!

[Elgarian]

I'll definitely take your word for it.

You don't need to. You'll never be able to smedge your pobble again without recalling his profound insight, will you? There's all the proof we need.

[Elgarian]

You don't know the half of it!

Half a heedless melon? The very thought makes you shudder, doesn't it? And 'what about the other half?' I hear you ask.