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[Apr. 2nd, 2004|11:48 am] |
You are Pop-Pea! You're a bit of an old-timer. You
like Rich Tea biscuits and you're sucking on a
Werthers Original as we speak. You probably
only logged on to e-mail the council about the
state of the shopping precinct, and have no
idea how you ended up doing this quiz instead.
But now you're here, you've a good mind to
write to the Daily Mail about it.
WHICH PODDINGTON PEA ARE YOU?
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| space ghost |
[Apr. 1st, 2004|01:05 pm] |
| [ | cause of death: |
| |  fearsome | ] |
| [ | dirge: |
| | hair on a g string | ] |
Space Ghost: So, Mr. Magno-Specs, your new album's called "Monster"? What's up with that?
Michael Stipe: The new record is, um, it's like, uh, it's a, it's a...
SG: (mocking, in unison) Uh, it's a, it's a ...
MS: ... it's a concept record.
SG: A concept record!
MS: It's a, it's a, it's like a layman's, it's like a layman's, it's like a layman's, like a layman's, a layman's, uh...
SG: It's a, ummmm, it's like a layman's, ummm, there's stuff on your lip, uh, layman's, uh, layman's, uh, layman's, uh...
MS: ... a laymen's dissertation on...
SG: on, on, tip of my tongue, on...
MS: ... the black hole phenomenon.
SG: ... on the black hole phenomenon! (pause)
SG: Okay then, sing that song, sing that, "Shiny Shiny People" song.
MS: No.
SG: I'll get you started. (sings) "Shiny shiny people, shiny shiny people..."
MS: I hate that song, Space Ghost.
SG: Oh, me too, Michael, me too. Say, Mike, do think I'm a shiny shiny person?
MS: I would say yes.
SG: Yes?
MS: Yes.
SG: You're sure?
MS: Yes, absolutely.
SG: You don't see some dark, horrible corner inside of me somewhere?
MS: No, none.
SG: Okay. You're sure?
MS: Yep.
Zorak: I have a question. Is that you in the corner?
MS: (looks down under glasses)
Zorak: (points) That way, in the corner! (picture of Zorak's band, with MS's face in lower right corner of screen, rubbing front teeth)
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SG: Space Ghost would like to speak with Beck in the third person. Would Beck like that?
Beck: Yeah, that would be nice, yeah.
SG: Space Ghost is glad that Beck feels this way.
Beck: Third person is always a good way to, to approach the second and first persons...
SG: Oh, Space Ghost couldn't agree more.
Beck: The kind of menage thing is good, too.
SG: Citizen Beck, expound on your freak-like manner.
Beck: Well... (pauses)
SG: Well, what?
SG: Taco?
Beck: Oh, if you, if you have one, that would be nice.
SG: Moltar, release the taco.
Moltar: (pulls LUNCH lever) (Pop!)
Beck: (catches Taco Bell wrapped taco) Of course, Space Ghost would always have a taco. Oh, thanks for the extra cheese there. (smells it) That doesn't look too friendly, actually.
Moltar: Yeah, it's been sitting on my dashboard for a few days.
Beck: Yeah, I can smell it.
Moltar: (sighs) Man, Zorak used to love tacos.
Beck: Here, maybe Zorak would like that. Here you go!
SG: Zorak is dead, Beck.
Beck: (looks back silently)
SG: I exterminated him.
Beck: (looks back uncomfortably)
SG: Of course I found an excellent replacement. Haven't I, Moltar?
Moltar: Uh, I gotta go, fix the deal. (starts to walks away) (control room monitor: ?? THREAT OR MENACE?)
SG: Brainwave: what if you guys were to come up here, and be my new house band?
Beck: (long pause) (sighs)
SG: (sings) I got two turntables and my mommy's home.
Beck: Uh, well, we don't have turntables right now.
SG: Space Ghost would be down with Beck being his new band leader.
Beck: I am down with that. Me too.
SG: You don't bust up people's stuff for no apparent reason, do you?
Beck: No, I don't, I don't, I don't do that.
SG: Good.
Beck: I don't play that.
SG: Because I think that would be very old school of you.
Beck: It's old school.
SG: And Space Ghost would not play that.
Beck: Yeah, yeah, you don't play, play that.
SG: No, I don't. Space Ghost is not down with that.
Beck: That's old school. I'm not, I'm not down with that.
SG: And Space Ghost would have to dispose of you.
Beck: Right, right, right.
SG: Right.
Beck: Right.
SG: Uh, Beck, you have a tag.
Beck: How's that?
SG: You got a tag on your pants.
Beck: Oh, thanks. There we go. (cuts off tag with a pair of scissors) Thanks for bringing that to my attention there.
SG: You must be quite embarrassed.
Beck: Yeah.
SG: 'Cause you know, you had a tag.
Beck: Yeah, yeah.
SG: It just sorta made you look foolish.
(Lights start to flash on and off, with eerie music)
SG: What's goin' on?
Zorak: (eerie voice) Ooooooooh!
SG: (fearfully) Zorak! You're dead! I vaporized you!
Beck: Zorak, how ya doin'?
Zorak: (eerie voice) Fiiiine! (laughs)
SG: What do you want of me, O spectre?
Zorak: Toniiiight, you will be visited by threeee spirits! The first will.. mess with the lights! (flickflickflickflick) The next will screw with your monitor! (Beck disappears from monitor, Zorak takes his place) Hi, how's it goin'?
SG: Aaaaah! (Beck returns to monitor) Wh-wh-what about the third?
Zorak: Uh, the third, uh... He will also mess with the lights! (flickflickflickflickflickflickflickflick)
SG: Stop it, vile apparition! You're going to break the switch!
Zorak: Ooooooh! (flickflickflick--poof! click) Oops! (click...click) Must have blown a fuse.
SG: See?? Look what ya done now!
(Credits roll) |
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| dim brys dim chwys |
[Mar. 31st, 2004|03:40 pm] |
| [ | cause of death: |
| |  hung over | ] |
| [ | dirge: |
| | Hello, sunshine | ] |
Last night, Harry and I saw Dr Alphabet and Gruff in the same room. Dr Alphabet was in a perky mood. Gruff looked like he wanted to go home.
Hunger
Comfort
Hygiene
| Energy
Fun
Social
| Bladder
Room
Paz
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| tennyson and tick |
[Mar. 25th, 2004|04:44 pm] |
| [ | cause of death: |
| |  en garde | ] |
| [ | dirge: |
| | Rachel Stevens | ] |
Though we are not now that strength which in old days moved Earth and Heaven,
that which we are, we are.
One equal temper of heroic hearts, made weak by time and fate, but strong in will.
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
I am mighty! I have a glow you cannot see. I have a heart as big
as the moon, as warm as bathwater. We're superheroes, man! We don't have time to
be charming! The boots of evil were made for walking. We're watching the
big picture, friend. We know the score.
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Britney
ripped off "Like I Love You" off Justin with "Toxic" which I think is better.
I have a box of rubber surgical gloves.
I used a pair to chop fresh chili. Then I had the evil idea of slipping them into a box at the doctor's...
In my grandmother's diary,
dated just after WWII. She and my grandfather looking at a house in Tettenhall Wood, which they liked at first. Then looking again, finding it had a horrid atmosphere. Then told how, in the house in 1928, a clergyman's mad brother killed the cook, and cut off her head in the kitchen, and said 'There's a good job done.'
Terence Stamp
is the thinking man's Malcolm McDowell. |
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| eppy fanny |
[Mar. 3rd, 2004|03:35 pm] |
| [ | cause of death: |
| |  impressed | ] |
| [ | dirge: |
| | Rodland | ] |
Our cat Grace was in her teens when her incontinence and vomiting really started to kick in. She would hump and gyrate like the American Werewolf, and spew a doughy mass of neon orange yak. She would leave raisins when she rose from her repose. She had arthritis, and her fur was greasy to the touch because she couldn't wash. She was the most affectionate and patient cat in the world, but of course we had to have her put down. |
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| ready to take on the world. |
[Mar. 1st, 2004|10:57 am] |
| [ | cause of death: |
| |  awake | ] |
| [ | dirge: |
| | frog princess | ] |
I don't want to be married. Why am I always married? I don't want children. Why do I always have children... and grandchildren? |
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| today |
[Feb. 27th, 2004|05:26 pm] |
| [ | cause of death: |
| |  formica | ] |
| [ | dirge: |
| | pranzo oltranzista | ] |
I love Harry. |
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