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For the Glory of a Syllable
Sep. 28th, 2007 10:39 amYou wished it would end. You prayed it was only a dream, but it's not. IT'S A NIGHTMARE.
This round's casualties:
F. Flighty and profane, it made every day a little brighter.
L. L was for love, and laughter, and The Incredible Mr. Limpet.
Q. Quo vadis, world? Quo vadis?
R. It was the . . . it was . . . I just can't do this anymore. I'm sorry.
W. (Incoherent wailing.)
Y. It's a good question. I can't answer it.
Did you ever have those dreams where you fly? Freud said those were about sex, you know. Well, from now on you will just have plain old dirty sloppy sex dreams like everyone else, because YOU WILL NEVER FLY AGAIN. Or fry. It's not good for you anyway, you know. Flying, I mean. Because eventually, everyone comes back to earth, and if there's anything that makes you want to die, it's that. Believe me, I know.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. This whole thing with . . . I mean, we've killed nineteen letters of the alphabet! Don't you feel any remorse for what's being done in the name of your entertainment? Don't you have a soul? Won't you miss onion rings? WHAT ABOUT JALAPENO POPPERS?
[Takes deep breaths.]
We'll get through this. We'll make another word for flying with our new alphabet:
K, M, S, T, V, X, Z
Styx was asked to write a new alphabet song, but was accidentally erased from existence when Y was killed. We were unable to find a replacement in time for this round. If you wish to celebrate the new alphabet, I recommend you meditate on the nature of life and death and harsh, pointy consonants while jumping up and down on a Klingon.
The tournament format requires that one letter receive a "bye" for this next round. Three letters received 13 votes each. Two of those letters appear in my name, however (which is now V STZ), so in order to avoid the appearance of bias I have decided that the lucky letter is K. Yay, K. Congratulations. Aren't you great. Whoop-de-do.
K may have won because of its terrible scratchy nails. Listen to Karen:
Will no one think of the talking kangaroos?
( The Trail of Tears Continues Here. )
Semifinals Monday. Until then, keep your kings in a kilt.
This round's casualties:
F. Flighty and profane, it made every day a little brighter.
L. L was for love, and laughter, and The Incredible Mr. Limpet.
Q. Quo vadis, world? Quo vadis?
R. It was the . . . it was . . . I just can't do this anymore. I'm sorry.
W. (Incoherent wailing.)
Y. It's a good question. I can't answer it.
Did you ever have those dreams where you fly? Freud said those were about sex, you know. Well, from now on you will just have plain old dirty sloppy sex dreams like everyone else, because YOU WILL NEVER FLY AGAIN. Or fry. It's not good for you anyway, you know. Flying, I mean. Because eventually, everyone comes back to earth, and if there's anything that makes you want to die, it's that. Believe me, I know.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. This whole thing with . . . I mean, we've killed nineteen letters of the alphabet! Don't you feel any remorse for what's being done in the name of your entertainment? Don't you have a soul? Won't you miss onion rings? WHAT ABOUT JALAPENO POPPERS?
[Takes deep breaths.]
We'll get through this. We'll make another word for flying with our new alphabet:
K, M, S, T, V, X, Z
Styx was asked to write a new alphabet song, but was accidentally erased from existence when Y was killed. We were unable to find a replacement in time for this round. If you wish to celebrate the new alphabet, I recommend you meditate on the nature of life and death and harsh, pointy consonants while jumping up and down on a Klingon.
The tournament format requires that one letter receive a "bye" for this next round. Three letters received 13 votes each. Two of those letters appear in my name, however (which is now V STZ), so in order to avoid the appearance of bias I have decided that the lucky letter is K. Yay, K. Congratulations. Aren't you great. Whoop-de-do.
K may have won because of its terrible scratchy nails. Listen to Karen:
Will no one think of the talking kangaroos?
( The Trail of Tears Continues Here. )
Semifinals Monday. Until then, keep your kings in a kilt.