Take the What Cat Are You? test by webkin! Stolen from Kell.
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I am a Minimalist Cow Sculpture. My massive green incongruity mingles with past stitched screwdrivers. Mango potential exudes around my recycled writing gastropods. I fire enraged plastic knees on webbed bags. What smell fragments hot curiosity? The Utterly Surreal Test |
Christine was bugging us today about submitting to Vibrato. In addition to my groovy Digital Imaging stuff (I’ll try to post some later this week), I’ve decided to start writing some really bad poetry. Here’s my first masterpiece:
There once lived a girl incognito.
She existed on solely Dorito.
Bad poetry she churned
’till the day that she learned
that “Vibrato” don’t rhyme with “mosquito”.
::sigh:: I love creating complete rubbish. I wonder if they’ll accept a poem I wrote last year entitled “Ode To My Bed”. I love that poem… I think I’ll write some bad haiku, too. Of course, no haiku will ever surpass the work of brilliance by Renata Sancken in our haiku party last year.
I think that I could
write some pointless haiku if
I tried very hard
No use trying to surpass that. I love that haiku…
“They accused Adams of wearing silk underwear, being rich, being in debt, and having gained favor with the tsar of Russia by trying to provide him with a beautiful American prostitute.”
Don’t you just love History books? I snicker to myself every time I catch a mention of “huge tracts of land”.
Stolen from Rebecca M, doncha know.
If I were an online personality test, I would be… How British Are You?!
I know the differences between Brits and Americans, and I’m just so glad to tell you all about them. I won’t say too much, though, or I’ll exceed my daily bandwidth limit. Again.
Grrrr, why can’t I draw Bob? ::attacks sketchbook with a pencil:: At this rate, Tanja’s card won’t be finished until I’m 80!
::snickers:: I wish I were as quick on my feet as Ann. I could have lots of fun with telemarketers. Remind me never to drink orange juice while reading her blog, as I choked and nearly sprayed THE ABSOLUTELY MAGNIFICENT, LOVELY, AND ALL AROUND JOYOUS CARD that Rebecca G. made for me. ::schnoogles Rebecca::
I’d like to go to sleep, but I have history homework. Meh. And I want to get some knitting in. Just 54 rows to go! ::smirks::
::giggles:: In the Chinese edition of Harry Potter, the “I am Lord Voldemort” connection is explained in a footnote. I’m really, really amused. And I should really, really be donig my homework. ::snickers some more::
::snickers:: Isn’t baby Chris Rankin adoreable? ::hugs Chris:: Speaking of Chris, I’ve just discovered another highly amusing case of “6 Degrees of Separation”. On Amazon, there’s a book by a “Chris Rankin” (I think it’s the same one, but you can never be sure) about creative smocking. Curious, I looked for other books by Chris Rankin, and found a book on crochet. This reminds me of knitting. This reminds me of Ricky, a guy in Jesuit theatre who taught me and two guys how to knit. Incidentally, Ricky looks almost exactly how I imagine Percy. (Unfortunately, the one picture I have of Ricky doesn’t look at all like Percy. When he’s not smiling, the resemblance is uncanny.) How’s that?
