….er heilræði dagsins. komst yfir izotope trash sem er fyrir þá sem ekki vita sniðugt app til að brengla og breyta hljóðum, er orðinn voða hrifinn af því að boost-a & distort-a allt, nú verður gossip sem aðhyllist frekar quality&clarity ekki hrifinn en það verður að hafa það, talandi um drenginn, hvet alla til að athuga thorhallur.com, hver færslan af annari af 100% pure gossip.......
fór aðeins út á fína pallinn í fína nýja settið eftir vinnu, bra eins á veitingastað í útlandinu get ég sagt ykkur, allt of heitt og með hálfgoslaust kók með klaka til að fullkomna blekkinguna ásamt síðasta mini-pocket pokanum........
verð svo í sagnfræðilegu tiliti að minnast á þann atburð sem varð í dag þegar fyrsta geimfarið í einkaeigu komst út í geim og allt projectið kostaði víst ekki nema 20 milj. smackers......gaman að sjá þessa micro$oft peninga notaða í e-h uppbyggilegt, hvaða OS skildi annars vera um borð í spaceshipone, og hei, var nú ekki hægt að finna aðeins frumlegra nafn á blessaða geimfarið en 'geimskipeitt'?......
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fyrir nokkru fékk ó. hól fyrir að henda inn blackadder atriðið svo hér annað gott, nú úr 3.syrpu, Ink and Incapability
E: Edmund Blackadder
G: Prince Regent George
J: Dr. Samuel Johnson
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J: (places two manuscripts on the table, but picks up the top one)
Here it is, sir: the very cornerstone of English scholarship. This book,
sir, contains every word in our beloved language.
G: Hmm.
E: Every single one, sir?
J: (confidently) Every single word, sir!
E: (to Prince) Oh, well, in that case, sir, I hope you will not object if
I also offer the Doctor my most enthusiastic contrafribblarities.
J: What?
E: `Contrafribblarites', sir? It is a common word down our way.
J: Damn! (writes in the book)
E: Oh, I'm sorry, sir. I'm anus-peptic, phrasmotic, even compunctious to have
caused you such pericombobulation.
J: What? What? WHAT?
G: What are you on about, Blackadder? This is all beginning to sound a bit
like dago talk to me.
E: I'm sorry, sir. I merely wished to congratulate the Doctor on not having
left out a single word. (J sneers) Shall I fetch the tea, Your Highness?
G: Yes, yes -- and get that damned fire up here, will you?
E: Certainly, sir. I shall return interphrastically. (exits) (J writes some
more)
G: So, Dr. Johnson. Sit ye down. Now, this book of yours...tell me, what's
it all about?
J: It is a book about the English language, sir.
G: I see! And the hero's name is what?
J: There is no hero, sir.
G: No hero? Well, lucky I reminded you. Better put one in pronto! Ermm...
call him `George'. `George' is a good name for a hero. Er, now; what about
heroines?
J: There is no heroine, sir...unless it is our Mother Tongue.
G: Ah, the *mother's* the heroine. Nice twist. How far have we got, then? Old
Mother Tongue is in love with George the Hero. Now what about murders?
Mother Tongue doesn't get murdered, does she?
J: No she doesn't. No-one gets murdered, or married, or in a tricky situation
over a pound note!
G: Well, now, look, Dr. Johnson, I may be as thick as a whale omelette, but
even I know a book's got to have a plot.
J: Not this one, sir. It is a book that tells you what English words mean.
G: I *know* what English words mean; I *speak* English! You must be a bit
of a thicko.
J: (stand) Perhaps you would rather not be patron of my book if you can see
no value in it whatsoever, sir!
G: (stands) Well, perhaps so, sir! As it sounds to me as if my being patron
of this complete cowpat of a book would set the seal once and for all on
my reputation as an utter turnip-head!
J: Well! It is a reputation well deserved, sir! (sarcastically) Farewell!
(opens door to find Edmund with tea tray)
E: Leaving already, Doctor? Not staying for your pendigestatery
interludicule?
J: No, sir! Show me out!
E: Certainly, sir -- anything I can do to facilitate your velocitous
extramuralisation.
J: (to Prince) You will regret this doubly, sir. Not only have you
impecuniated (turns to Edmund and makes a boasting noise, then continues)
my Dictionary, but you've also lost the chance to act as patron to the only
book in the world that is even better.
E: Oh, and what is that, sir? "Dictionary II: The Return of the Killer
Dictionary"?
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