Random Babbling Post #45

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Huuumm So if we duct tape a toast on Felinoid's back and drop him from a certain high what will happen? Ofelix look greedily at Felinoid Oh Kitty! Kitty kitty!

On a side note, I ain't better... I still feel sad.

 

@ Colthrun, Ofelix: there was a website somewhere that debated this very topic... I've mislaid the URL (blame my old laptop and Windows Me). They hypothesised that by using Murphy's Law 1.1 (toast always falls butter-side down) in combination with cats always landing on their feet could be used to create a levitation effect. However, the two probabilities would have to exactly cancel, to avoid either the cat falling to its death or being blasted into space by the sheer force of Sod's Law.

For this purpose, it was thought neccesary to maximise the stain power of whatever was on the toast, under the assumption that Murphy's Law would make it more likely for toast to land spread down more often when there's greater risk of permanent staining. Ergo, a track of white shag-pile carpet, over which are suspended kitties with toast covered in Chicken Tikka Masala strapped to their backs, would make a viable alternative to expensive MagLev railways of the kind used in Japan.

 

Isn't random babbling the place where we get to say what's on our minds, even if it is not so interesting or not interesting at all? And wasn't the point of this thread to confine all uninteresting babbling babble in one place rather than it flooding the fora? Just asking.

 

I agree with Utyuun on this point.

 

@The Magpie: we also need to ensure that the toast is securely fastened on the cat's back. Anecdotical evidence shows that sometimes the cat will land on its feet, because the strapped toast slipped on its side and ended up over the cat's tummy, buttered side facing down. In these cases, both theories were proven right.

The ideal situation would be to use a genetically modified cat able to grow a buttered toast on its back.

 

Huuuumm Oh Felinoid! Come her! come kitty! Why that blasted cat ne'er come when we need him!

(Just kidding friend btw)

 

Me thinks BTA is simply bored to tears and wants to take advantage of his dominion over the SPers to force us to perform for him.

 

That's what I thought.

 

I'll admit that I think continuous 'Yay coffee' and 'Yay sleep' posts are dull. They're also pointless, but that's kinda the point of this thread anyway.

Maybe just a general recommendation not to be so boring rather than a hard and fast rule?

 

So the question is: RBPs - the place where the spam lives, or halfway between CS and insanity?

There's probably a case for both, but I don't think BTA minds our occasional rambles, it's more the "w00t! I'm nineteenth"-style posts that are unneccesary. Which is fair enough, I guess. Although I think we're mostly all guilty of jumping on that bandwagon at some time or other...

My $.02

 

Hmmm.... trying to decide what to have rfor dinner is hrder than it looks... but I believe mom's sphagetti sauce is teh winner. Especially since that ground beef is not going to like sitting around much longer...

and you people have given me a craving for shrimp.

 

Wow, an new RB already?

It's raining and I really don't want to go outside, even though I have an apointment to pick up my student loan.

Evil weather.

 

He awoke from the accident and slowly opened his puffy, swollen eyes.

The room he slept in for the past six months became a glorious cacophany of blues and greens. The breeze from the open window fluttered both the sheers and the hospital curtain partitioning him from sight. His body refused to moved as he tried to raise an arm. He shifted his gaze to his lower body, only to discover he was encased in a protective covering. Sighing, he twisted his neck - the only part of him spared of the horrible workplace trauma - and watched a leaf twirl and glide to the grass.

The swish of the door along the linoleum floor caught his attention. Cammie shot him her dazzling smile, the one that made him fall in love with her. She hurried to his bedside and eveloped him in a hug. 'Ah, ma sweet petite! I am zo glad zee doctors were able to find a way to hold you together!' She punctuated her soft words with playful kisses.

'Cammie, what of...what of the twins?' he asked in a whisper.

She pushed away from her injured husband. Her white blonde hair created a halo around her head, giving even more credence to her angelic look. She tucked a bit behind her ears. 'Zee twins; you know zat zey love you. Come, lift yourself high, Jarl, and see zem with your own eyes!'

Jarl used the controls to adjust the upper half of his bed while his adoring wife gathered their children from outside the door. 'Mon pere! Mon pere!' they cried as his two baby bells scampered with care onto his bed. They leaned into his larger body, ecstatic to be with their father once again. 'Look, papa! We are just like you now!' They showed off their shiny, waxed shells with pride.

Jarl felt a tear sting his eye. Never was there a more loving family than the Cheeses.

Just keeping things interesting.

@all who speak French - I'm sorry Cammie is such a blatent butcher of the language. What do you expect from a wedge of camembert?

 

1) After wandering around SP half the night, forgetting to logout and sleeping until almost 10AM I really, really, really do need

2) It is now a proven fact one can blatantly and directly insult a large majority of SPers without either being noticed or no one actually caring.

3) kuemper is a very good writer

4) Dendri is very smart

5) but cats are smarter than humans

 

Cats are also cleaner than most humans (males). I know because I just returned from my place of work's bathroom. uggghhhhhh

 

Writing CVs sucks. I keep struggling to think of greatest acheivements...

The battle with the Aect'lec was special for several reasons; even Power Word: Quick Load seemed a hopeless endeavour, as I knew he'd just turn my party to Ghasts again, before I could even kill him the first time, let alone once for each of the acolytes.
Then it clicked... With the scroll of Otiluke's Resilient Sphere I'd pickpocketed from Shandalar, I could neutralise his fat ass and slaughter his followers at my leisure. Without distractions, I could focus my attacks unhindered and bring him down nice and easy. Soon victory - and the spoils of battle - would be mine...

Whadya think? On the basis of that, I'd employ me! I mean, what makes you a more attractive employment prospect than m4d BG sk1llz?

 

I believe that there should be a corollary to Murphy's law: The lost object is always found in the most painful manner possible.

Like, say, stepping on the can opener. *nurses foot*

there is still one more lurking around here....

 

Oh, BTA, you increased my fun. I just checked and I have posted 5 times (now 6) in this RB in less than 24 hrs. which is a record for me. time

If I turn into a real spammer it will be all BTA's fault.

Plus what could be more fun than poking fun at that dire thing; an authority figure ?