The Sibling below me thinks that Monasteries are where they make money...
That's why they call is a MONAstary, isn't ?
The Sibling below me has trained basket sharks to balance on beach balls.
It's a great act. We're opening in Vegas next week.
The sibling below me has a cat pulling his dog cart.
It's actually a parrot imitating cat's noises, but that's close enough.
The sibling below me is actually the person below me.
Although in geophysical terms is anyone really below anyone?
The sibling below me revels in Sibling Revelry
The sibling below me revels in Sibling Revelry
Revel! Revel! Yaaay!
*hoists a beer stein in salute*
The sibling below me will ALSO hoist a beer stein* in salute
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* or personal favorite libation of choice
Seig... HEIL!
Oops, was that the right salute? (At least I wasn't holding the beer stein in my right hand... it would have spilled, despite the little pewter lid.)
The sibling below me lives in fear of fear itself.
Yes, I cannot abide "it" ... OOOH! I said IT.
DARN! I said IT again! Oooh what ever shall I do ...?
The sibling below me recognizes the above bit
Nee! Nee! Suffice it to say, it is one of the words the Knight Who Say Nee can not hear.
Oh no, I said "it"!
The sibling below me is not the sibling above me.
That would be correct, although we ARE Siblings, so it's all in the Family.
The Sibling below me is planning to join the Adopt-A-Squidling Program, if we ever need one...
Do you mean we need a program, or we need a squidling. I thought there were plenty of squidlings in the moat, though we could always use more.
The sibling below me wants to live in the wild with merekats.
Or is that live with wild meerkats? Live wildly with meerkats? (this is the most likely ...)
The sibling below me likes cats, kats or pfats of any sort.
Kitty!
The person below me plans to go see Xenu momentarily.
No. I, personally cannot stand Tom Cruise, who ONLY got where he is on looks alone.
Cruise is proof that looks are more important to success than acting ability (at least in Hollywood).
Anyway, I can't forget that L Ron Hubbord was once quoted as saying, "the way to make a lot of money is to start a religion". Not long after that conversation, Scientoloty was written ...
The sibling below me likes watching Tom Cruise movies with the sound off: this way, they get to watch him, without listening to his bad acting ...
Ugh, no way. Cannot stand to even look at him. I, along with most of my girlfriends cannot stand the man and have boycotted any and every movie he ever was in or ever will be in. This so-called "expert in psychiatry" is a pompous a**.
The sibling below me uses Tom Cruise's picture as their dartboard.
Does Kitty-Litter-Liner count? Of course, I must keep enough litter in there, else if the cats see his face, they refuse to step into the box at all ...
The person below me thinks Tom Cruse would be a better US President than W currently is.
Yes, I do. But only marginally.
The sibling below me is tired of hearing about Tom Cruise.
Yes only because I failed my Level 8 Thetan exams.
The person below me thinks L.Ron Hubbard is related to Old Mother Hubbard.
I think they're both famous for fairy tales.
The person below me thinks football is actually called soccer
But, since you use BOTH feet to kick the ball, shouldn't it really be called FEET-ball? (speaking of the sport that uses a round ball composed of hexagon and sexagon panels)
The sibling below me thinks that Baseball and Cricket are the same sport.
And that they were BOTH invented by Tom Cruise.
Nonsense. The origins of Cricket are unknown, though one theory is that the Picts invented it to confuse Roman legionaries.
The sibling below me put down "druid" for his religion on the census.
I actually DID refer to myself as a druid once, when asked what my religious-preferance was.
The YEC asking hadn't a clue what a "druid" was, however. Sad.
The sibling below me will post below this one.
Yes, I will.
The sibling below me is the spitting image of Karl Rove.
Almost. I tend to spit at images of Karl Rove.
The person below me shall refer to this post and make their response really funny... :P
These two guys walked into a bar ...
no! wait!
I was at work, setting a post, and it kept falling to the side, and I often used words like "This Stupid Post---[omitted]"
Erm- still not funny? I DID refer to "this post" ...
Okay, okay - here's one: I was at work, and there were two radios on in different parts of the worksite. One was tuned into Hip-hop. The other was tuned into "cow-hard" Country.
I had to work about 1/2 way between the two radios, so I got a curious blend of the two music styles.
You could say I was between a RAP and a HEART-ACHE ...
But you neglected to say what I have to do. :D
The sibling below me has to explain why...
Why did Bob forget to tell you what to do? Well, you see, he got so involved in tell the joke that he completely forgot the punchline.
The sibling below me has Cthulhu on his AIM friends list.
Yes, and I think I'm developing tentacles ...
Actually, the last bit was true: I really WAS between a rap-station and a cow-hard-country one.
Made me a bit nauseous, actually.
The sibling below me appreciates bad puns
Yes, I dude!
Sorry, no bad pun (or was it bedpan?) available at the moment.
The sibling below me is more humble than I am.
I have been known on many occasions to partake of humble pie.
The sibling below me has greeted everyone he or she meets today with....
"Allo Poppet"
Close! I've been saying "Hallo Possums!" and adjusting my giant purple hairdo and rhinestone glasses.
The person below me thinks I'm actually a man.
I would never make that mistake, dear Opas.
The sibling below me wants to write the great American novel.
If only I could be sure it would write back!
The sibling below me eats canneloni through a straw,
Only when I'm tired of using my bare hands.
The Sibling below me thinks North Korea would be a neato destination for a beach holiday.
If I were in the Marines, I would.
The sibling below me thinks Tom Baker was the best Doctor Who.
Sure.
The sibling below me is on the run from the fat police.
All those jokes about Crisco really got me in trouble. (not to mention all those Non-Dairy Coffee Creamer puns ... )
The sibling below me did not realize that non-dairy coffee "creamer" and Crisco have basically the same ingredients ...
Ah yes, and when you mix the non-dairy coffee creamer and Crisco together the resulting concoction may be used as wallpaper paste, spackling compound, bondo to fix your car, the stuff they use to apply the tiles to the space shuttle and lastly, the gunk that cardiologists find when they do an angiogram.
The sibling below me knows of additional uses for the non-dairy creamer/Crisco concoction.
I understand that Ocean Liners routinely keep this stuff handy -- in case of an iceberg attack!
The sibling below me is deathly afraid of marauding icebergs.
They disguise themselves as lettuce, you know!
The sibling below me has tried to churn Ice Cream into Ice Butter.
I think it would go really well on ice toast.
The sibling below me wonders why the World Series is called the "World" Series.
Yes, I do wonder that, seeing as how baseball (or some variant of it) is now played world-wide. Yet, it's only North American teams that get to compete. What arrogance!
The sibling below me would prefer a submarine to a hot-air balloon, if given a choice.
I once tried a hot air balloon on 12" roll at Subway and got it stuck between my teeth. I switched back to a normal sub immediately.
The sibling below me thinks that eating fast food 3 times a day will result in massive weight reduction.
Well, it is fast food. It must make you fast, right? And if you are so fast, you should burn up lots of calories.
The sibling below me loves to watch campy sci fi movies on Saturday night.
Yes, yes I do - Evil Dead would have been a treat.
The sibling below me didn't need to look that title up on IMDB.com
No, I didn't. But, IMHO, Evil Dead II was much better than Evil Dead.
The sibling below me is not a fan of movie sequels.
well it depends. alot of sequels are bad because they're sipmly rehashes.
but Two Towers and Return of the King were both sequels, technically. and like PTOC II was more of a continuation than a re-hash.
~Quetzy
I don't like sequels or cliffhangers, I want everything all wrapped up nice and neat at the end of the movie, and IT HAD BETTER HAD A HAPPY ENDING or someone will have to pay!
The sibling below me is out and about howling at that huge harvest moon tonight, and otherwise just acting like the animal that he or she is (A-A-A Aoohhh!)
Arrrroooooo! Arrrrooooo!
(have to remember to get rid of all the silver in the house, now - just in case)
The sibling below me was bitten by the same sort as I
I was bitten by a rabid rocker, and am now suffering from Rock & Roll fever.
The sibling below me holds unicycle races in his basement.
Nope, sorry, too busy having the Boogie Woogie Flu....
The sibling berow me has never seen
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uhJx1gpl0kM
But will LOVE it.
Nope, sorry. Did not really care for the intro-music, but listened anyway -- until he began to speak (at least I think that's what he was doing).
Could not understand a single word.
Since I like music based on the lyrics first, and the instrumental accompanyment second ...
I did not listen much past the first bar (once the unintelligable speaking started) I cannot say if I love it or not.
Seein' as how I could not listen to it all the way thru ... :eye-roll:
The sibling below me will have better luck understanding the words that I did ...
Well, I must say DD, that is very...odd.
And I want to thank you, Bob, for passing the buck to me on that one.
The sibling below me thinks the fusion of country and western with rap is a wonderful idea.
Oh yes, it shall provide something that will probably bother folks running CIA prisons more then anybody in one.
The sibling below me says "Wink wink, nudge nudge" at every avalible oppertunity.
Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.
The sibling below me holds the world record for most butterflies in a collection.
To breed them myself was the key (hey, I did not say they were all different butterflies).
The sibling below me dances with the squidlings.
I'm thinking of making a movie about it...my working title is Dances With Squidlings
The sibling below bought new binkies for all of the squidlings.
Yup, and some beak-proof nunus, if we're going to use funny names for baby things.
The sibling below me is called, "Dances with Emus"
Dances with Cats, perhaps. I used to have an old tom, that you could dance with - he rather liked it. Unfortunately, he used up all his 9 a long time ago ...
The sibling below me either loves cats or hates'em - no middle ground!
Actually, I like cats, they're wonderful critters, and i've been owned by several, but I don't LOVE them as a species like I do dogs.
(Hick Hop was a parody...satire...on the fusion of Country and Rap, specifically Country Murder Ballads and Gangsta Rap...and I guess I need to learn my audience better before I bring in any more Humor. I though y'all woueld get that from the previous postings. Whatever.)
The sibling below me has unusual pets.
(OH, I got that it was a parody, DD. I just found the result...odd.)
Oh, my pets aren't all that unusual. Just a couple of mutts that I love dearly.
The sibling below me wishes teatime was in the morning.
And so it is! Just heard the kettle switch off, and there's CAKE in the lunchroom.
The sibling below me swaps fresh fruit for rotting vegetables.
only beacuse Jello says so
The sibling below me runs amuck.
When I was into physical fitness I used to run amuck. Now I only walk amuck. Comfy chair amuck with remote control amuck is far more my style.
The sibling below me will complete their post with 'The Sibling below me..'
That reminds me of the man who went to the bookies and bet £100 that the world would end tomorrow.
A comment about a foul restaurant will be made by The Sibling Below Me
I DO have unusual pets - several hundred of 'em. I've named the little 6-legged critters after the people they most resemble.
They are mostly named "george", but there's a few "dick"'s and "condi"'s in there, too.
Occasionally, I thin the heard, by squashing a few. Sometimes I spread poison around.
Mostly, I'm waiting for real winter, when I'll let the thermostat go down to 40 degrees or so, which will drive'em all outside. Can't wait.
The sibling below me enjoyes odd chocolate-covered food items - like grasshoppers and ants. (http://www.candydirect.com/specialty/Chocolate-Covered-Insects.html)
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Quote from: Sibling Chatty on October 10, 2006, 05:06:49 AM
(Hick Hop was a parody...satire...on the fusion of Country and Rap, specifically Country Murder Ballads and Gangsta Rap...and I guess I need to learn my audience better before I bring in any more Humor. I though y'all woueld get that from the previous postings. Whatever.)
I likely would have thought it funny, had I been able to understand the lyrics better [or at all] - perhaps it's my PC's speakers (not high quality, even if there ARE 6 different speakers).
But don't let a single miss-hap stop you from posting more stuff!
I am a certified chocoholic and will eat anything that is covered in chocolate.
The sibling below me appreciates all of the hard work a spider puts into spinning his web and for that reason, will not destroy it.
Darn right, I won't remove spider-webs. OR spiders, if I can avoid it.
This is because spiders do not try to eat MY food, nor do they crawl all over my stored dinner-ware, nor do they hide in my silver-ware tray, making me want to re-wash ALL my silver, even tho it's just been washed ...
Spiders DO eat cockroaches and other uninvited guests.
Actually, I kindof like spiders -- upon reflection. No where I could get some more?
The person below me will attempt to locate a good source of spider-eggs for sale.
Try Spiders-R-Us for all your spider needs.
The sibling below me listens to stereo music with the headphones on backwards.
Have to - the rear-channel speakers don't work too well. Backwards is the only way.
BTW, do you have a web-link for Spiders-R-Us?
The sibling below me prefers trieo music, to yesterday's 2-speaker stereo. With trieo, you need 3 ears to appreciate it properly.
Of course, some folk have moved on to 5.1 music, and use 5 and 1/10 ears to appreciate fully. The 1/10 of an ear is the most tricky to obtain, takes years of training ...
All I know is I put in those earphones and Rock n Roll all night.
The sibling below me is so excited about the recent release of Bat Out of Hell III...The Monster Unleashed that they are doing the happy dance all week and have decided to have meatloaf for supper tonight.
If that is a movie, I prefer a different type of trash.
(same for music btw).
The sibling below me has begun to learn scary solstice carols.
Bat Out of Hell 3 sounds scary enough. Sequels are nearly always dissapointing (though the original was good). Every time I think of Meatloaf now, the phrase "Bob had bitch tits" pops up in my mind.
As for the carols, I'll dig out Oi! to the World and start singing "A Gun for Christmas", "My First Christmas as a Woman" and "Hang Myself from the Tree".
The sibling below me is a Vandal.
A direct descendant of/from King Geiserich ;D
The sibling below me thought Charles de Gaulle was the nom de guerre of a French football(soccer) player.
Yup - he was named after the airport.
The sibling below me thinks that "opossum" is an Irish surname.
Wasn't he a relative of Paddy O'Furniture?
The Siblng below me grows languid in bathtubs.
Languid? That's Sagittaria....
The person below me paws the cat's butter.
Yummm! Best on rye toast. Dark rye, of course.
The sibling below me only eats homemade bread, afraid of all the unknown preservatives found in store breads
I wish...however the home in would be made in is mine, and until further funding is available to rewire the kitchen, I have to choose between the breadmaker and the air conditioner. That means either new wiring, or about 3 more weeks until it's cooler.
The sibling below me prefers electric cars to internal combustion engine ones.
Ideally, I'd have cars that run on Nervous Energy. There'd be some sort of antenna, that draws in the overabundant nervous energy that so many are plaged with. Alternate versions would run on the excess energy that 2 year olds seem to possess.
The sibling below me has had direct experience with a 2 year old's excess energy
Yes, it was the red candy that did it.
The Sibling below me has a pet bat named 'Jimmy'.
"Are all your pets named Jimmy?"
"There's nothing too odd about that. Kamal Attaturk had an entire menagerie called Abdul."
"No he didn't."
"Did, did, did, did and did!"
"Oh, all right."
"Spoken like a gentleman."
The person below me can also quote chapter and verse from Monty Python.
well I didn't expect the spanish inquisition!
whilst I hate to do this to Grey Branrun the sibling below me thinks Basking Sharks are called Basket Sharks
That's how they became popular here as pets even before the squidlings.
What better than a shark that is content with a basket? (or contained within a basket alternatively).
The sibling below me did not know that I erroneously introduced it (despite claims that it was Al Gore)
I was wondering what Al Gore was doing in that basket. It didn't make a lot of sense to me at the time.
And no, I didn't know where the basket sharks came from. I think it started before I became a Toadfish. Either that or I wasn't paying enough attention.
The sibling below me thinks this is the Last Post thread.
waka waka waka last post
the sibling below me is a champion midget tosser
I've never tossed a champion midget in my life! Just because people call me a champion tosser, and refer to my private parts as 'midget', there's no need to be rude about me! >:(
The sibling below me is a widely respected chicken sexer.
It's a darned difficult job, making chickens sexier...but someone has to do it.
The sibling below me has had an out of body experience.
Unfortunately, I came back to the same one...I think I felt sorry for it, lying there all vacant, with nothing in its head but fluff.
The person below me hears the phrase "nothing in its head but fluff" and no longer thinks of Winnie the Pooh.
True. I think of George W. Bush.
The sibling below me, with a great deal of effort, has finally found a use for GWB
If you could get him to stand still, he would make a good coat rack.
The sibling below me has monsters under his bed.
i love the monsters under my bed. they help get the "mistakes" from the pervious night to leave.
the sibling below me works for the cobbler gnomes that stole and returned my sneakers on My Hill.
I got the job through my special relation to the gnomes of zürich.
The sibling below me is part of the garden gnome conspiracy
As long as they're conspiring to get rid of the garden granny figurines, i'll conspire with them.
The sibling below me is very glad that Friday the 13th is on a Friday this month.
I really hate it when Friday the 13th comes on a Thursday.
The sibling below me eats waffle syrup on his pancakes.
Indeed I do. I also eat raspberry jam on them, too.
The sibling below me sneaks elephants and mariachi bands across the US-Mexican border regularly.
I do. Actually, I combine the two into Elephants playing mariachi instruments. SO confuses Homeland Security, that we just slip right through.
The sibling below me would like to hear my Elephant-Mariachi band play*
_________________
* so would I. As it turns out, the last time I brought them through, they accidentally stepped on their instruments. Ever try to play something stomped by an elephant? Other than frisbee ...
Absolutely. I'm a big fan of Herb Elephant and the Tijuana Brass!
The person below me thinks Antartica is a nation state.
Yes. YES! Why are there no penguins in the UN? WHY?
The sibling below me has issues...
Yes, yes I do. I have an issue of Reader's Digest. I have several issues of National Geographic. I even have some old Byte magazine (the PRINT version) lying around.
The sibling below me never heard of Byte magazine ...
Actually I have heard of Byte magazine. I even had a subscription once. But at one Byte per month, it took two months just to get one article. (And that was only when the article was "an." When it was "the" it took three months, and four months for "this" or "that.")
The sibling below me has petitioned Congress for a Letter of Marque and Reprisal, as provided for under Article I Section 8 of the U.S. Constitution.
- Allenbatrachus
I don't really expect a response. The current Congress seems to be exceptionally unresponsive to ANYTHING that wasn't Cheney's idea first, and he's got a whole 'nother level of piracy and 'taking' goin' on.
The sibling below me can't help picturing the current VP of the US as a sneering hypocrite.
True, all too true. But, have you ever noticed you never see one of his hands in public? My theory is that hand is in a special Virtual Reality remote-control glove, which is directly wired into whats left of Bush's brain. Sometimes, when the signal is weak, you can see Bush pause for a long time, or stutter or mispronounce words.
I once wrote to Cheny to try using stronger batteries, but he didn't reply ...
The sibling below me is working on a jammer device for Cheny's remote-control glove.
Oh yes, and I plan to hand the NEW remote over to either my step-father or DeeDee. Either way.
The sibling below me shudders at the thought of my step-dad having the remote, as he is mildly more conservative and slightly less libertarian then I am.
As the other option is such a practial joker that we'd all be amused by the sight of Duh Preznit doing some of the stuff that he used to do in the 70's when he was supposed to fly a plane the next day--I say we need the laught, and i'll be waiting!! (I promise, only stuff I saw him do...and i'll not concentrate on the nosepicking, but no promises on the crotch stuff and wedgie repairs. And yes, it does get worse.)
The sibling below me is skeert to ask "what else?".
W-w-w-w-what el-l-l-l-lse?
The sibling below me thinks Scotch tape comes from the northern part of the UK.
I WAS skeert-- until I realized this buffoon has the potential to invade-------Canada!
So, I MUST ask "What Else?"
The sibling below me will also ask, "what else?" (unless they answer "what else", of course <heh>)
Edit: oops! browser failing to update properly. *sigh*
Re: Scotch Tape. Naah, Scotch Tape comes from 3M: Minnesota Mining and Manufacturing. Yes, THE single most world-changing OFFICE invention came from a Mining company.
The sibling below me does not agree that Scotch Tape Changed The World, but that it was either Post-It or White-Out instead.
Well, until the invention of the computer, specifically the PC, it was White-Out at numero uno...even though Correction Tape was neater. (Glue and rubber cement were messy, but they worked.) Of course the combo of a computer screen and a bottle of White-Out was the genesis of a million blonde jokes.
The sibling below me has never even seen typewriter correction tape tabs. (The ones you slip in by hand and type over.)
what is this type-writer of which you speak?
I have never heard of such a machine. Is it a machine? How can you type and write at the same time? Sounds horrible and confusing if you ask me.
The sibling below me is a distant relative of Yoda.
Indeed I am. We had a family reunion recently on the planet Dagobah.
The person below me wants Barbie for Xmas.
An' a Xena!
(http://img264.imageshack.us/img264/3695/barbiexd7.gif)
The sibling below me is eagerly awaiting reindeer season...
The meat's a bit stringy, but quite flavorful.
The sibling below me hasn't decorated for Halloween yet.
I quite like reindeer sausage (we usually bring some hom efrom our Norway vacations).
Concerning Halloween, the attempts to popularize it over here are not really successful yet (thank Cthulhu!).
But I have some ideas about selfmade treats that make a (hopefully) lasting impression keeping the brats away the next time [nothing more dangerous than a black pepper spicing, I assure you and nothinh has been tested yet].
The sibling below me would love chocolate spiced with black pepper.
Well, I really love chocolate and I really love black pepper so ..yeah, I'll bite.
I love Halloween. It bugs the overly-serious fundies.
The sibling below me thinks that's not very humble of me and I apologize in advance. Plus, the sibling below me knows what color socks Donny Osmond used to wear.
white?
The sibling below me thinks All Hallows Eve is THE holiday of the year
Well it is. If THE holiday is Halloween and the year is 1482
The sibling below me is lower in the pecking order
Peckin'? Pah!
those that try will find rest under a cross (though probably not an iron one).
Sorry, bad puns beating humbleness again.
The sibling below me will humble me immediately
I'm not going to Humble you, times have changed...I can Exxon you instead!!
(American business joke, sorry.)
The sibling below me wants to take us both to The Home for Bad Joke and Pun Makers.
I feel quite at home, there. Hmmm, smells like someone's just made some bad homemade cinnamon puns!
:balloon:
The sibling below me has gas ...at under two bucks a gallon.
But nobody wants to buy it...
Several people said it smells funny...
The sibling below me is is intoxicated.
Only by the charm of the lovely gentlemen on this forum. The other kind of intoxication also makes me beet red and flushed, and icky.
The sibling below me has a secret craving for chocolate covered ants.
MMMMMM! c-h-o-c-o-l-a-t-e (the ants are merely incidental)
The sibling below me likes a bit of coffee with their chocolate
No thanks, I prefer tea. But caffeine may be in the chocolate and that's okay with me. (tttthhhhhooouuuggghhhh mmmaaayyybbbeeee nnnnnoootttt mmmyyy nnnneeerrrvvveeesssss).
The sibling below me had to much caffeine and is now morsing his/her messages.
So much caffiene I took a few minutes to work out what morsing was but now I ..- .--.--.-.-...-.-.-...-. -.-. ..-. -.-. -.-. -..-..
or somnething
the sibling below me has found the online enigma machine at http://www.xat.nl/enigma/ and will only communicate thusly
No, I prefer the Polish machine that was developed after cracking the Enigma system.
sunjelko
(does that mean LastPost?)
The sibling below me will never know.
Oh, I don't know yet, but I will find out eventually...
The sibling below me knows, but doesn't want to tell...
It is a secret. I will go to the grave with it (unless I get drunk and it slips out)
the person below me wishes they wern't!
Being a were-whatever has its pros and cons.
There has even a were-bread been spotted last Halloween (at least in Germany).
The sibling below me would prefer a were-plumpudding
I certainly would prefer you were plum pudding but goats will eat anything.
the sibling below me is food for thought.
Aaaaaargh! The soul-eater has catched up with me again?!
The sibling below me is a member of the Young Men's Reformed-Cultists-of-the-Ichor-God Bel-Shamharoth Association
Please don't let on that Oim a loidy, but it is a nice place to meet young men.
The sibling below me left a basket of basket sharks on my front steps.
fear not for they are quite tame. they just require a pound of flesh, nothing more.
The sibling below me chain smokes pretzels.
That's what happens when I try to microwave them - they tend to burn
The sibling below me only eats organic potato chips (crisps)
They're easier to chew that inorganic ones. I hate having bits of iron or aluminum crisps in my teeth...
The sibling below me has a plethora of pumpkins.
At least the neighbors on my street do. Nice!
The person below me likes to carve pumpkins only using a rusty spoon and a worn toothpick.
Those tools didn't work that well on iron balls so I switched to pumkins.
The sibling below me is a direct-line descendant of Jack-o-Lantern
That is Mrs Goat you are thinking of (pumpkin to me ;D)
the person below me always picks trick
Yes I do, then hide in the bushes with a video camera. Lastly, I post it all on YouTube and send their parents an E-mail to what their kids were up to ...
The person below me likes to video-tape themselves shaving ...
...my legs. Thus, there is rarely a visible tape, as the glare of the lights off my pasty white thighs destroys the focusing ability of the camcorder.
The sibling below me chooses to not use a fake tanning product, and thus has a similar problem.
Well if I didn't have dual peglegs, absolutely!
The person below me runs a hot dog stand in Siberia.
You'd be surprised how many dogs are cold in Siberia, and heating them up can earn you a pretty penny. And, the dogs never complain about having to stand up during the warming up process-- unlike people, who always want a bit of a lie-down.
The sibling below me likes to listen to Monty Python's Flying Circus while posting (as _I_ am doing right this minute-- can you tell, from the run-on sentences as I type on and on and on and on and it's bloody well useless, really, as what I REALLY wanted to be was a Lumber Jack!)
No complete DVD edition available in Region 2, only a few best-of discs. My "Monty Python Sings" CD must do.
I love the sperm song.
The sibling below me knows the Meaning of Liff (no typo)
Every Sperm is Sacred (http://www.lyricsdepot.com/monty-python/every-sperm-is-sacred.html) is my favorite!
I, too have the Monty Python Sings CD - I've converted it to MP3, of course. Then I can listen to it anywhere ... <heh>
The sibling below me did not realize that Monty Python ever wrote sacred songs.
Especially this (http://www.lyricsdepot.com/monty-python/all-things-dull-and-ugly.html) one
I did not realize it before I took possession of the CD.
"The (deeper) Meaning of Liff" (no typo) is unknown to the sibling below me.
Unless it's a reference to Monty Python's The Meaning Of Life, you are correct as I write this.
But, thanks to a Google Link (http://www.amazon.co.uk/Deeper-Meaning-Liff-Douglas-Adams/dp/0330322206) I now know what it means.
The sibling below me will need to click the link, to find out also*
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* didja think I would spoil it for ya? ;D
I did and I do!
I love "The Decomposing Composers". Once I was playing a tape of Python songs at work. An important client walked in the door just as the peppy marching band intro to "Sit on My Face (and Tell Me that You love Me" thundered up. I made a mad dash for the stop button and got there just in time.
The person below me now has "Sit on My Face" stuck in his/her head.
I want to start a marching band just to play that song. ;D
Quote from: Swatopluk on October 22, 2006, 09:52:53 AM
The sibling below me knows the Meaning of Liff (no typo)
The sibling below me moonlights as a clenchwarton (http://folk.uio.no/alied/TMoL.html#anchorC).
Yes, yes I do - but we ONLY practice on politicians.
The sibling below me thinks that the phrase "evil politician" is redundant
Having met Ted Ankrum, I don't.
He's new a politicianing, but I doubt it would ever come to real evil with him. He doesn't need evil, he's got knowledge.
Quote from: Sibling Chatty on October 24, 2006, 01:11:55 AM
Having met Ted Ankrum, I don't.
He's new a politicianing, but I doubt it would ever come to real evil with him. He doesn't need evil, he's got knowledge.
Both myself and the sibling below me think that we need MORE of these sorts.
Especially these days ...
Knowledge aint worth squat without wisdom.
The sibling below me doesn't know how to type "The sibling below me" and still stay humble!
Humble,humble,humble,humble...oh did you say 'stay' not 'say'.
The Sibling below me loves pretending to misunderstand others for theatrical effect.
Thow art a bumble bee, how quaint thow art in thy stripy pants!
The person below me recognises the great Che Rabbit as the true leader of the people.
I do not have a cherry habit! (Mine would be blue-green, if I owned a habit).
The sibling below me thinks that the termination of membership is called dismembering.
Well it has to, since if you said "termination", it would involve termites, right?
The sibling below me is as mad as hell and is not going to take it any more. He or she also remembers the movie that this line is from.
I was once, but I am learning how not to be so mad as hell any more. I seem to recall that line was from the movie "Network".
The sibling below me prefers being mad as a hatter to being mad as hell.
Mmm, mmm, mmm.... I loves my mercury!
The sibling below me has protested that (s)he is not a penguin a bit too loudly, and now I'm suspicious.
but I'm NOT! I'm clearly an ostritch
the sibling below me is over-joyed that I'm back and posting here.
Hmm... he comes back in October... Just as it gets cold in the northern hemisphere and warm in the southern... exactly the behaviour that one might expect from...
A VACATIONING PENGUIN!!!
It is good to have you back, though, Q. I noticed your absence.
The sibling below me is neutrally buoyant.
in the atmosphere.
the person below me is Penguin food.
There was always something fishy about my character. Cthulhu phtagn!
The sibling below me will now call for the black goat of the woods with a thousand young.
Sorry, I don't know the phone number. Can I call a Schnauzer instead?? He comes if I rattle the dog treat can...
The Sibling below me will NOT come if I rattle the dog treat can.
But I will likely come if I hear that some cool TV show is on, and I don't have a video recorder handy ... like, say Eureka or Dr Who.
The sibling below me says "Who?" to either of these ...
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Hi! Sibling Chatty. Glad to see you've returned. And a big "Hi & Welcome" to Q as well.
I saw some of Doctor Who. there was a Dalek, but I thought it was lost in space, and I thought a Dalek was something like a vulcan....
never really watched Dr Who......
so um, yeah, I kinda know who those are, but not really.
the person below me has ears which hear only the most awkward thoughts of god.
I've been accused of that, in the past.
Likely because I was that nerdy little kid with the thick glasses who always asked those awkward questions, like "If humans were made in the Image of God, does that mean God has a belly-button?"
And, "If God eats, does that mean God would need to poop, later? And what would happen to that Divine-Poop? How would it break-down? Is there special divine-poop eating bacteria? and ..."
But, by this time, my Sunday School teacher was either in tears, or had exploded and either send me out, or had left themselves.
I spent a lot of time in the halls, when I was a little kid. Gave me time to think.
Eventually, I "got it" and quit asking the "hard" questions -- at least, not from people who would be unlikely to answer them.
The sibling below me just skipped all that, and only read this sentence. ;D
Quote from: Bob in a quantum-state-of-faith on October 28, 2006, 05:58:29 AM
I've been accused of that, in the past.
Likely because I was that nerdy little kid with the thick glasses who always asked those awkward questions, like "If humans were made in the Image of God, does that mean God has a belly-button?"
And, "If God eats, does that mean God would need to poop, later? And what would happen to that Divine-Poop? How would it break-down? Is there special divine-poop eating bacteria? and ..."
But, by this time, my Sunday School teacher was either in tears, or had exploded and either send me out, or had left themselves.
I spent a lot of time in the halls, when I was a little kid. Gave me time to think.
Eventually, I "got it" and quit asking the "hard" questions -- at least, not from people who would be unlikely to answer them.
The sibling below me just skipped all that, and only read this sentence. ;D
If only, only that were true! Now I'm all lost in thoughts about whether god would even have a physical body. I mean, maybe they meant that god made us as a thought, a vision, an image in his/her head. Details...
The sibling below me never takes anything literally.
True! I used to, 'way back in the day. Now, EVERYthing is a metaphor.
Even the Black Helicoptors (which ARE coming to get you, if you're not careful*)
The sibling below me has actually seen a black helicopter.
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* remember: just because you are clinically paranoid, does NOT mean noone is actually out to get you ...
Yup. Belonged to a drilling company in the Gulf. They'd bought it from Arbusto, and never bothered to repaint.
(Hi Bob!!)
The sibling below me knows about Arbusto.
I do now Arbusto (http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article3332.htm) <heh>
The sibling below me, after clicking & reading the link, said *eeeewww*
We had the discussion elsewhere who could get the idea to put "bust" in your conpany's [that was a ctually a typo but it fits] name. Arrrrr! Bust! Ooooooo!
Not going to by a Spanish shrubbery from them.
The sibling below me knows from painful experience that moose-bites can be pretty nasty.
True!
The sibling below me is looking for some sort of Holy Handgrenade. Or, perhaps a Zoot --- a bad Zoot, who needs a spanking.
Hopefully, they will get better. Just be sure you don't weigh the same as a duck.
DUCK??
Reminds me of the eternal question, Viaduct??
(Cocoanuts, Paramount, 1929)
[At the resort hotel, looking at a map.]
Groucho:
Now here is a little peninsula, and here is a viaduct leading over to the mainland.
Chico:
Why a duck?
[more back-and-forth between the two ... ]
All right, why a duck? Why a duck, why-a no chicken?
Groucho:
Well, I don't know why-a no chicken. I'm a stranger here myself. ...
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The sibling below me has never seen Cocoanuts.
but I've tried to open one with a knife. NOT a good idea! An axe works pretty well, though. Or a hammer, or the tire of a large car ... (if you can get the nut to stay put as you attempt to drive over it ... actually, that didn't work very well)
It's also a fact that many people are killed by falling coconuts each year - I seem to recall, more than are killed by lightning.
But, inside is good eating!
The sibling below me has had a series of pet coconuts, with names.
They are all called Fibonacci. They have friends too: rabbits, a cow and honey bees. The cow is a real Dude.
The person below me feels confused.
I often DO feel confused. I find a nice lie-down cures most of that feeling, as after I get up I no longer remember what it was I was confused about. What was the question again?
Oh, yeah - the sibling below me understands very well memory problems
What?? Who am I?? Who are you?? Oh, and what are we all doing in this handbasket??
The sibling below me wonders if insanity is contagious over the Interweb...
I already know it's also hereditary (you get it from children).
The sibling below me performs impromptu psychic surgery on their food.
Well yes I tried, but I found using a knife and fork got the job done much quicker.
The Sibling below me eats with their right hand only.
Me other hand was a basketshark's breakfast.
The sibling below me thinks that basketsharks are basket cases.
if you're a basketshark then maybe yes...
The Sibling below me is deepley offended when people are deepley offended.
I find that rather offensive! Deeply so!
The sibling below me prefers to cut their meat with their left hand, so as to be able to take the bite with the fork in the right that much faster.*
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* insisted on this method as a kid, saw nothing wrong with learning to cut with the left. Quite logical to a small child's mind. <grin>
No, like all civilised people, I cut my meat with my knife in my right hand and take a bite from the fork in my left hand...
Bloody colonials! ::)
The sibling below me is gobsmacked to discover that most people eat with two hands...
Ha! Not I! They're tied behind my back for a reason, me bucko. ;)
The sibling below me has napkins for me...
Yes, I do. Cheaper than a roll of paper towels (the way I use'em). I also save any extras I get at the fast-food places. Hate wastage.
The sibling below me also hates to waste stuff, and has been known to save a toothpick, because only one end was used - the other end was still good.
Too right I do, that tooth pick was once a tree. Just think when we are all sitting around trying to blame someone for the greenhouse effect, we can all blame 'the people that make tooth picks' ;D
They will be first up against the wall when the revolution comes. :2guns: (humbly of course :))
The person below me thinks that the Greenhouse effect will be beneficial for growing tropical fruits in their garden.
I went banananananana long ago, so I want to grow them too!
The sibling below me is a (humble) molester of coconuts
Kid Creole and the Coconuts! OOOOH those Coconuts!
The sibling below me is watching illicit movies in the vestibule!
No, I do that in the privacy of the broom cabinet.
Btw, do you mean illegally copied movies or films of embarassing content?
The sibling below me owns a copy of Where the wild creek runs through the panties *
* That is actually the literal translation of an actual German movie title (sounds even more ridiculous in the original)
Yes, I bought it just for the wacky translation.
The Sibling below me does wacky video self-confessions on YouTube.
I must confess I do, but only in wacky German.
The sibling below me just wacked his/her knee against the chair.
That's what I get for practicing hurdles in the living room.
The sibling below me just super-glued his finger to his nose.
Again! Not as bad as when I went to the bathroom after a glueing session and inadvertently - Never Mind!
The sibling below me won't stop laughing maniacally for several days...
O I do that anyway. Btw, who padded the walls and why is the door locked?
The sibling below me dates a Shoggoth on Thurdays.
I sort of feel bad for the old boy. Pustules and temporary eyes sort of prevent most girls from dating him, though he knows we're just buddies.
The sibling below me belongs to the CCA, Cthulhu Cultists Anonymous.
And Halloween was GLORIOUS! BWAHAHAHAHA!
The Sibling below me has an upset tummy from watching my antics from afar...
Nah, I always have an upset tummy. It's part of the package deal...(And i'm just glad you're here so I can watch your antics from afar.)
The sibling below me has a nefarious plot in mind for the first person that brings cold germs in...
Yesss. Because, so far, the only cold-weather ailment I'm suffering from is allergy to dust (got a snootful the other day of a particular flavor of drywall dust that sent home to bed for 3 days ... clogged my chest something fierce ... and the inhaler only lasts an hour *sigh*)
If someone actually gives me the flu or a cold ... well, I just got a shiny new barrel for my bird-hunting shotgun ... :2guns:
(but I AM going to test my new "get well" theory. Lots of soup - as much as I can eat, soup. For the liquid and the calories. I've a theory that you need to feed a cold AND feed a fever; basically, fuel your body's "engine", the better to fight back.)
The sibling below me LIKES soup on a cold day even more than I do
Quite true, especially home made (by me) lamb shank and vegetable soup with plenty of pearl barley in it - YUM!!!
On the other hand the sibling below me likes to go fishing, but usually only catches a cold.
Tis true Bluenose. I haven't caught a fish since I was a wee laddie. All I do now is get baited - the fish see a free meal whenever I'm around. 'Oooh it's Dave again - awesome, free prawns!'
The Sibling below me dives into the water chasing the bait.
Yes I might as well...I too am a rubbish fisherman, couldn't catch a cold etc etc...
The sibling below me is the reincarnation of the egyptian god Osiris.
I am feeling kinda wooden.
(Egyptian mythology joke! Yok yok!)
Somehow or other the Sibling below me got through Halloween without being drowned or burned at stake.
Yup. The neighbors came after me with torches and pitchforks, but I turned 'em all into newts. ;D
The sibling below me considers him/herself a gourmet engine block chef.
(I have only ever caught one fish and it was dead before I caught it. I cast out and somehow managed to snag it by chance)
Exahust-Pipe Ribs! Yummm! Radiator Baked Potato! Good Stuff.*
The sib below me is thinking, "this is going too far, really"
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* no, really. Someone even wrote a book about cooking next to the engine block ...
".. so let's take it further! Anybody got BBQ sauce...?" ;)
The person below me wants to be first in line as a taste tester. And they *will* make 'yummy noises' or watch me pout.
:(
lol
Oooh yes, especially at a Belgian Brewery.
The Sibling below me wants to be a professional underwater hockey player.
Since I was a bit unsuccessful with underwater flintlock shooting contests (and got disqualified by spiking my powder with LiAlH4 a few times)...
The sibling below me will find out who actually invented a working underwater cannon (using completely normal gun powder).
Hint: Also an inventor of a working method to float sunken wrecks and pioneer of modern submarines.
As far as I'm concerned, the inventor of the submarine is David Bushnell, who wrote drawings of The American Turtle (http://www.mayflowerfamilies.com/a_1776_submarine.htm), which is not a marine reptile.
The sibling below me disagrees, and thinks its really Jules Verne, author of 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea
Actually, I think it was Leonard of Quirm. The Patrician thinks so, too.
The sibling below me is already finished with their End of the Calendar Year Festive Holiday Season shopping.
Seeing as how I don't actually buy stuff, but give things I've made, recorded or constructed myself, then, yes-yes I have.
The sibling below me likes to watch the SciFi channel show StarGate
lacking a TV set this would be difficult, even if I had any inclination to do so.
The sibling below me has problems to shout Iä Shub Niggurath in public.
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Btw, the underwater gunner, ship-lifter and pioneer of modern submarines was Wilhelm Bauer (also the first to escape from a sunken submarine alive several hours after the sinking, builder of the first iron ship in Germany etc.)
Another interesting guy is Corneli(u)s van Drebbel, who built a working submersible, invented an air conditioner and probably found first the chemicals used in modern fuses (17th century)
I believe religion is a personal thing and "Iä Shub Niggurath" should be shouted only in the privacy of one's own home.
The sibling below me visited Azathoth while on holiday, and has never been the same since.
Yea, the tentacles are a pain to wash ...
The sibling below me is pining for the fjords
But I have lovely plumage...
The sibling below me is prepared to repel all boarders in the event of a DOS attack.
I have no idea what that is, but I haven't bathed since April so just lemmie at 'em. I'll wave 'hi' with both arms... they'll be repelled.
The sibling below me wants to be a fire truck when they grow up.
Oh yes, I'm auditioning for the stage musical '9-11 on Ice'.
The person below me thinks Nicholas Cage has been type cast into cheesy disaster flicks.
That's only fair. He's turned ito a cheesy disaster.
The sibling below me has secret personal video proof of the assissination of the Tooth Fairy by the Council on Dental Therapeutics.
Actually, upon closer inspection, TF was just a boggle gone good in the first place anyway ...
The sibling below me is wondering what a boggle is.
The third cousin twice removed of the doggle?
the sibling below me plays the bagpipes at midnight as a gesture of solidarity with the alley cats
Actually, at midnight, I was out back, having a nice howl with Spencer and the neighborhood dogs.
The sibling below me wishes that howling with the dogs was socially acceptable behaviour where they live.
I'll go out and practise tonight, although it may well have to be foxes not dogs!
The sibling below me has just purchased a brand new Scumsoftpod from Arr Bay.
tied umbilici to their headphones in a state of sonic ecstasy........i find those POD people quite creepy, depressing ....insane
~Tom Antona...Alice Donut
the sibling below me is wondering who the hell Alice Donut are.
No, but if MTV tells me they are cool, then I'll download them quicksmart. Nothing like buying cool music to make yourself socially acceptable.
The Sibling below me drowned bobbing for apples.
the ke bo rd e ps sho t n o t. . .. . .. damn water
there that's better.....
MTV will never know who they are.....but check em' out
the sibling below be thinks they have a stalker
Well how else do you think I get all the stalks under my roses? Eh?
TThe sibling below me loves to eat ginger yoghurt
My favorite food, although I had to give Garlic and Fennel Yoghurt a wide berth...
The Sibling below me thinks there were supermarkets in the Medieval period.
They were invented by the mad scientist Dr. Supermarketstein (at least according to a French comic strip).
Wall Mart, your retailer for siege weapons and fancy castle outfits (made in Xipangu).
The sibling below me would like to lay siege to the White House.
done i am running for president in '08 even though i'm not 35 yet
the sibling below me is 35, will run for president, win, and will change the laws so that only midgets can be president
Yes. I have started a new party, the Midgit Party. Right now, we are rather SHORT on funds, and are a MINOR party, but we promise to tell only the truth, no TALL tales.
The sibling below me believes that puns are the highest form of humor.
yes, puns strike the center of my bones - (the one in my upper-arm)
the sibling below me actually got that one
Well it sure beats the highest form of femur.
The sibling below me thinks that 'The Skeleton Diet' will be the next new dieting fad.
It will still be almost impossible to get trousers of my size. There seem only to exist the options long and thin or short and fat.
I am long and overweight but for the trousers the wide hip bone is more problematic than the belly (that sits above it).
Bathing in a mixture of hydrochloric acid and hypochlorite will swiftly remove both problems as the sibling below me knows very well.
(it eats the bones as well)
I usually use that to wash the excess Fish Head Stew off!
The Sibling below me is a really useless Super Hero who's nonsensical special powers he or she will explain...
I can breathe out hydrochloric acid (stomach upset).
I can produce fossile fuel (methane at the other end).
I can annoy people without saying a word.
I can annoy them even more by saying words.
The sibling below me is awstruck dumb.
But just missed out on being awestruck deaf.
The Sibling below me raids the cookie jar at night.
Not without my meds...or since it got moved away from my diabetic grasp...
The sibling below me used so much Sweet&Low (pink things) and Equal (blue things) that they develaped artificial diabetes.
And now I have to take artificial insulin in order to drink diet soda.
The sibling below me won a gold medal at the twit olympics.
Yes I really nailed the Dingbat event. I got a 9.5 off the Hungarian judge which got me across the line.
When they played the national anthem it was in the key of 'Duh'.
The Sibling below me can sing their national anthem under water.
Not with all those LLs in it...I'd swallow more water than a spem whale!
The sibling beloweth me is full of Skakespearian quotes.
Oh, for a Muse of fire allowing me to sing the anthem under water.
Otherwise the rest would be silence except for the sound of a thousand musical instruments but rarely voices that doethe proteste tooe muche in this rotten state of Venice.
The sibling below me will try to disentangle the above.
Not without a saber. (Wait, there's one in the closet!!)
The sibling below me has chosen to take an afternoon nap so as not to be too tired to get to sleep later on.
How did you know? But, it didn't work. So I went to the library instead.
The sibling below me has never read a whole book.
Not one whole book. A few thousand, perhaps...but definitely not one.
The sibling below me wants to pass a law making pi=3.
Nah, I usually cut my pies into 6 pie(ces).
The sibling below me wants pie now...
I prefer things I need my teeth to eat (at least while I still have some left).
The sibling below me had to take a credit for dentures that his/her great-grand-children will still have to pay the interest on.
At least chewing is something worth borrowing money for -- unlike, say an unnecessary war?
The sibling below me is wondering what all the fuss is about, since Tuesday.
Wasn't there something about Britney Spears dating Rick Santorum?
The sibling below me just got the food down the wrong pipe.
I think I'll try putting it in my mouth next time. I keep clogging the sink.
The Sibling below me wants the rest of the world to vote in the US elections.
I WOULD be interesting to see who China and India think we ought to have governing us ...
The sibling below me likes to take frequent naps
Snzzrnk, eh, wha...Huh?? Uhhh, do not..snzzzzzz...
The sibling below me has already prepared for the Seasonal End of Year Festive Holiday Fortnight by purchasing large amounts of rum, even though cakes are not planned...
I put it in chocolate (but usually I buy the stuff already combined).
The sibling below me had too much rum already.
*hick*...Wha'???
The sibling below me likes a little coffee in his brandy.
Tea, it's tea not coffee. Hicks!
The sibling below me is slowly rotaing around all three axes (or is it axisis?)
Yes, it makes typing an interesting prospect...when I can actually hit the keyboard.
The Sibling below thinks the fast food industry will donate funds to heart disease research.
Only after a series of lawsuits - it will be a part of the settlement.
The sibling below me replies to the phrase
"Do you want fries with that"
with
"Only if they are free"
ooOoo... I like that one. :)
The sibling below me eats boogers for breakfast. (feeling a little childish today...)
mmmMMMmm boogers. Oh! I thought you said 'burgers, as in "hamburgers" ...
The sibling below me always says "good night" to their inner child before sleep.
... despite clear knowledge that it will not be a good night.
The sibling below me draws the Elder Sign above his/her door each evening to keep out the evil forces from beyond.
We are having a lot of trouble with Orcs and Black Riders of late...I've told them I don't know anything about Bilbo's Ring!
The person below me is Tom Bombadil's cousin Keith.
Haven't seen him since his wedding to that nice water woman, I admit.
The sibling below me knows where the entwives went.
Indeed I do, and I eat very well, thank you!
The sibling below me carries a sword of worth.
I am more of an axeman but a good katana comes in handy at time.
The sibling below me wields a mace of pure gold.
Well, I did. Unfortunately, pure gold is pretty soft, and the first time I used it against real steel armor (as opposed to pure gold armor) it broke. The good news, is that my opponent at the time was a greedy sod, and went for the broken-off mace-head. I then pulled out my Glass Dagger, and slipped it between his neck-guard and his helment ... (Is why I am here and he is not.)
The sibling below me got the obscure reference to the usefullness of a glass dagger ...
I did. The advanced form is the ice dagger. The frozen nitrogen version is not yet perfected (it also makes the material it comes in contact with very brittle so they break easily.
Some really nasty ninjas use poisoned ice darts.
The sibling below me switched from gold to iridium for his/her mace (tungsten being too vulgar and osmium too expensive).
I did but then I realised the really clever way to do away with your enemies is to batter them to death with a frozen joint of lamb. Defrost the joint, eat it for Sunday lunch and you've cunningly disposed of the weapon!
The person below me is the great detective 'Columbo' and he has...just one last question to ask me.
"What are you doing with that rusty saber of yours?"?
The sibling below me owns the pipe of Sherlock Holmes
Also his little etui of needles. Scary, but fascinating.
The sibling below me prefers herb tea, but won't say what kind of herb.
Jah Thoughts! I and I drinkin' together.
The sibling below me didn't get any of the references above.
I noticed clear signs of referencing and the one with the needles was obvious. The rope is smoking!
The sibling below me will declare a global struggle for nonviolent herb enjoyment.
NORML goes international??
The sibling below me has a request from Dick Cheney to use his backyard as an undisclosed location.
I had to turn him down - the neighbors are too close for comfort, in case of errant shotgun discharges ... although, being as how they are NOT friends of The Dick, they are likely pretty safe ...
The sibling below me is a fan of The Magic Goes Away* series
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* written by Larry Niven
Haven't finished yet the autobiography of David Niven.
The sibling below me is aspirant for the throne of Scotland
Indeed I am. It was robbed fra' ma family in the 1300's by the vile McDonalds in Glencoe (which was later stolen fra' them in the 1600's by the rascally Campbells - but that's mere quarrelling amongst thieves tae ma family!!). I named my son after Iain Abreacht (the Dispossessed) sae we sha' niver forget!
The sibling below me now thinks my family really holds on to a grudge
Nah, for that ye'd need a cudgel.
Btw, do ye know the movie "The Ghost goes West?" That would fit the problem.
The sibling below me is unwilling to haunt the enemy clan if it requires becoming a ghost.
Nae, nae, I'm far scarier alive.
The sibling below me has proof that Casper the friendly ghost was a Scotsman.
Yes, that would explain his flying. He was the Flying Scotsman (get it, get it)
The sibling below me loves ingesting talcum powder.
Only if it's the old fashioned kind with lead in it. ;)
The sibling below me shaves their fingernails.
I am one of the main contractors for Naglfar Inc., shipbuilder for the Giants.
The sibling below me owns shares of Ragnarök Ltd.
Hey, I'm a Valkyrie, what can I say?
http://www.turoks.net/Cabana/Valkyrie.htm
The sibling below me is not dead yet.
I am dead... oh no my watch has stopped!
the sibling thinks a sibling is a baby sib
prove me wrong.
the sibling below me will end every sentence, posting or in "real" life, with waka waka waka
Of course I always have and always will waka waka.. erm.. nope.. its gone
the sibling below me does not have the letters b, l, s, n, i or g on their keyboard
I used to, but after joining HOT I wore them out by constantly typing how much I love and care for my siblings! :-*
The sibling below me has refused to eat fish since joining the Monastery as he/she does not want to engage in toadfish cannabilism.
Actually, this is quite true. And my "I don't eat fish" actually predates, as fish-oil makes my throat swell up something fierce. I suppose I'm allergic to myself, now. I'll have to keep my nips at the virtual level from now on.
The sibling below me likes an occasional nip now and again - just so long as no blood is drawn. Or at least not so much.
I presume you are referring to my recent liposuction :P
The Sibling below me wears are flea collar.
YYYAAARRR...now how did ye know my First mate was comin up next! That goes fer me whole crew actually...itchy and scratchy the lot of em!
The sibling below me has just come home from a campaign to make 'Jedi' a real religion.
Na, I am more into a socially acceptable form of the Cthulhu cult.
We can't do without human sacrifices but we try to replace the usual maidens with superfluous parliamentarians and bureaucrats (without upsetting the shoggoths too much). Wanna buy some black goat cheese? (nice ambiguity isn't it?).
The sibling below me has a flat rented in Innsmouth, MA
Yeah, but they made me patch and pump it up again before I returned it. ::)
The sibling below me thinks that a tire iron is for making tires flat ...and smooth.
Quite probably. I never go near an iron of any type, mainly because it is no longer the iron age.
The sibling below me has square eyes.
Result at looking permanently at that luminous thing in front of me.
Yes the iron age gave way to the age of irony and bad puns.
The sibling below me will iron out the spelling mistakes of all the other siblings
Oh, I'm so tempted to, but it's not my place to prevent others from using more humble versions of words than usual. And seeing a 'last edited by' on your post is always disconcerting.
I have been known to spellcheck other's post (especially titles) in other places and other times, 'specially those in authority who would get nitpicked on any trip.
The sibling below me has wax on their iron.
Specifically, my sand-iron. It keeps the sand from sticking to the iron, when I'm trying to hit my golfball out of those pesky sand-traps.
The sibling below me has a copy of the movie Iron Giant
As a matter of a fact, I do! So many memories. :D
The person below me just can't stand complaining.
Duke
Yes, being seated is just so much better. ;D
The Sibling below me like to perform 'star jumps' in crowded shopping malls.
Yes, I like to jump stars in crowding shopping malls.
The person below me is not at all like David Frost.
Duke
I am more dry than frosted usually.
The sibling below me's grandma was run over by an ungulate
both sad and true..........i still weep from time to time
the sibling below me will type their response using only their nose
I failed nasal typing. I could only manage 10 noses per minute. It was the urge to sneeze that slowed me down.
Ther person below me found $100 on the footpath and is on a relentless search to find the owner.
You know, it didn't take long? The first person I asked "Did you lose this $100?" turned out to be the one who lost it! Fortuitous...
The sibling below me thinks socks are against their religion.
Hmmm. That actually makes a sort of zen-like sense: I have NO religion, and I have NO socks (at present). I like it!
The sibling below me has several pet reindeer in the backyard-- but none are drunk enough to have a red-nose.
True, but one of the reindeer is drunk enough to paint the nose of another reindeer red.
The Sibling below me speaks British.
Duke
No, I speak Scots/gaelic.
Och! Dinna fash, ye ken?
...but they'll never take... our underpants!!!
The sibling below me worships bunnies obesessively.
More like having a crush on Bugs Bunny. Playboy Bunnies are not my type usually.
The sibling below me breeds were-bunnies.
They ARE useful to help rid the garden of those pesky garden-gnomes...
The sibling below me secretly wishes to be a member of the polish mafia
Call me Dukenski... :2guns:
The Sibling below rose the sun this morning.
Duke
Hey! What I do in my bedroom and with whom is my business. (Unless you ask politely) You been looking my my windows again?
The sibling below me secretly wishes they were a kumquat.
either that or an eggplant. Or was it yogurt? anyway, the all sound very silly, if you say them outloud.
The sibling below me likes to sound silly during serious meetings at work.
As long as you LOOK serious at serious meetings, everything is cool.
The sibling below me thinks it is cool to dance like a monkey.
Unless you were a monkey, who would think it was cool to dance like a human.
The Sibling below me has underwear with pink polka dots.
Actually they are hopak* dots, they are blue and the are on my cap (not a Gitmo cap) not the underwear but otherwise....
The sibling below me is either a chimney sweep or loves to dance with them on the rooftops
*(Cossack dance)
chimm-chimmeny,
chimm-chimmeny,
chim-chim-charoo!
good luck will rub off when I shake hands with YOU!
Blow me a kiss!
That's lucky too!
The sibling below me does not know how to spell 'Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious)' but will blow me a kiss for luck.
Especially because I watched that [expletive] film just once and in German (and only to fill in a gap of mandatory cultural knowledge).
In my clearly unhumble opinion it is typical for what is wrong about Disney (over-sweet candy, in-your-face-morality, cliche-ridden etc.)
The sibling below me will come to Disney's defense.
Three words: Emperor's New Groove. ("Good Kronk, get the snack...")
The sibling below me psychically knows what I'm thinking they're going to do in this post.
You are correct, I certainly do. And we'd very possibly get in huge amounts of trouble if we weren't in the monastery kitchen baking brownies...
The sibling below me will ask to come lick the bowls while we bake.
Ooooh! Chocolate-bowl-licking? Can I? pleeease?!!?
(It's a good thing that electric beaters had two beater-thingys, or else my sister would've killed me [or the reverse] over licking these clean ... aaah! memories.)
The sibling below me only keeps their HAPPY memories. The sad ones are locked away in a cedar chest-- with no key
it's fairly easy, i have no sad memories, i'm one of those people that can put a positive spin on a car wreck
the sibling below me will state just how wrong that is
Remember George W Bush?
The sibling below me wants to wash my mouth out with strong lye soap!
...and as I scrub, let me remind you of just how much he's done to improve the liberals' image, young man!!!!
;D
The sibling below me will try hard not to knock vegetarian abstainers from the festive turkey dinner. Turkeys are vegetarians too, ya know!
And very TASTY vegetarians they are! ;D
( I was a vegetarian for several years for health reasons--unfortunately, I need more protein that I could afford on strict vegetarian diet. I still minimize my meat-intake however-- roughly 1/3 of what most folk's daily intake is.)
Tofurkey is pretty tasty, if prepared well. ;D ;D
The wife of my sister-in-law's brother is a vegetarian, and when they come to the feast, she ALWAYS brings cool vegetarian-type foods. There's NEVER ANY LEFTOVERS of HER cooking! :)
The sibling below me is looking forward to the traditional FOOD, but not the traditional CROWDS.
True. There'll only be seven of us in a small apartment this year, instead of 38 spread all over Laurel and Stuart's house--while trying to fix 24 "go boxes" to take to the base gates.
The sibling below me has a begonia blooming in his fishbowl.
Yup. USED to have loads of fish - last aquarium was 40-50 gallons (I forget which).
Finally got rid of the fish, and raised several generations of water-turtles (when they reach 8-10" across, time to take them to the local lake, and locate another baby).
One year, couldn't find any baby turtles... aquarium got put away, and eventually broken. So much for that ...
The sibling below me has an aversion to cadged animals of any sort-- including cadged human-animals.
Uh, yeah... that's right... (big smile)
So just, uh, step into this here funny looking metal box with strips of wall missing...
The sibling below me is against clubbing seals, but not going clubbing with them.
I put a refrigeration unit in my handbag to carry their fish, since they don't have pockets. And their spare balance-ball is always in the car if we need it.
The sibling below me wants to learn to play Mary Had a Little Lamb on the bicycle horns like the seals do.
I would, but those rubber-bulb horns taste terrible.
The sibling below me has made a resolution: this year, s/he is GOING to leave room for PIE!
Mmmmmm. Piiiieeee. *loud sounds of drooling*
All I have to decide is whether I want pumpkin, sweet potato, pecan or peach... (Only 4 for here. I think I did 12 or so varieties for Fort Hood...even mincemeat *hork, gag, barf*)
WAIT!! I'ma make Nanner Puddin!!
The sibling below me is unaware of the specific delight that is Southern Style Banana Pudding.
In fact I am, since I stay away from most banana products (except my wife's banana bread!).
I just realized how long it's been since I've had mincemeat pie. Chatty, the reason you don't like minemeat may be because you never had my grandmother's mincemeat pie. :)
The sibling below me has a blood-tryptophan level that's so high that he/she isn't legal to drive. ;D
Maybe. We're doing the carbonized-flightless-bird-thing on Friday (tomorrow).
Today, we went with Chinese Food. MMmmmm! Makes a NICE counter-point to mystery-food-stuffed-fowl. (can you tell, I'm not a big fan of turkey? <heh> )
The sibling below me, however, IS a big fan, and is SO looking forward to weeks of Turkey Sandwiches, Turkey Salad, Turkey Leftovers -- even Turkey Meatloaf! MMMM!
Nope, the rule is Small Turkey, LOTS of sharing. I'm good for one round of turkey sammiches and the family tradition turkey and black bean (Texas style) soup. (Turkey and broth, black beans, Rotel tomatoes (diced tomatoes with LOTS of peppers of several kinds, usually used to make gringe queso dip) maybe some nopalitos strips if they're homepicked or not too 'spensive.) I serve it with tortilla chips floating on top, with shredded cheese and sour cream to add in.
The sibling below me has painted the walls green and the ceiling yellow in an effort to brighten up the winter.
I haven't, but you know what? That's a DARNED good idea! I just might. I even have some left over green and yellow interior latex paint. :)
The sibling below me is thinking of more of a pastel vermillion.
As in one wall of our living room. :)
The sibling below me wants more living room.
I remember a dude (not) from the 1940's that wanted more 'Lebensraum'. The invasion of Russia didn't quite come off.
The Sibling below me likes getting tickled by ferrets.
Actually, I worked for too many ferrets to ever want to be tickled by one. (OK, some of them weren't ferrets. Some were just idiots. ;D)
The sibling below me wishes they could come pick tangerines off my neighbor's trees tomorrow!!
(Gotta get 'em in before the frost, ya know!)
seein' as how I love tangies (one of a few fruits I was not allergic to as a wee laddy), yes, I would pick all I was permitted to-- and even tho' I hate ladders, I'd ev'n climb one of them ... ;D :D :donatello:
The sibling below me is on a one fruit a day diet, and is now on grapes, and wonders how s/he'll make it to the next fruit before breaking the diet ... ::)
I'm counting on lots of red wine to pull me through! ;)
The sibling below me would look super in a tangerine turban.
Yep. It's on my Christmas list.
The sibling below me is asking for bindis.
I'm a non-jewelry kind of person, so anything ornate is right out. Do they do just the dot, but in blue??
The person below me wonders why one would want the late Steve Irwin's daughter, in blue, as jewelry of some sort.
Yeah, I mean imagine the neck strain...
The sibling below me thinks rhinestones are passed painfully by rhinos.
I always suspected that there is a rhino in my kidneys.
The sibling below me plans a line of kidney stone jewelry
The staghorn style stones will look amazing set in silver.
The sibling below me plans to buy up my line of kidney stone jewelry.
Only if they are of the rare red variety (Could actually work, they look pretty indeed).
The sibling below me finds it to painful to produce kidney stones and will therefore buy from abroad.
I don't have to, I opted to have them pulverized by imploding cavitation bubbles against the painful suckers during my lithotripsy, then incorporated the particles into the beadwork on the sweater I was knitting.
The sibling below me has the gall to pass off their cheap imitation gallstone jewelry as that made from the higher quality renal stones. (The nerve.)
And that with the latter far easier (though also more painfully) to obtain.
Not all are so pretty like this one:
(http://www.scharfphoto.com/fine_art_prints/archives/199804-001-Kidney-Stone.jpg)
http://www.scharfphoto.com/fine_art_prints/archives/199804-001-Kidney-Stone.jpg
The sibling below me will satrt a "prettiest stone" contest
Up first: Sharon vs. Oliver!
The sibling below me is already in line for tickets to the match.
Let's face it. Oliver is gonna lose so BIG! Have you seen Sharon's triceps?
The sibling below me thinks that the Broadway musical (and later movie) "Oliver!" was about Oliver Stone.
You know, I always thought he looked amazingly young for having grown up during the Industrial Revolution...
The sibling below me wears a lifejacket at all times, in case of flash flooding.
As we are in a drought affected area, that would be a real hoot!
The Sibling below me likes tap dancing in mine fields.
Certainly keeps you in shape! You have to be fast to play.
The sibling below me uses Zerg Rushes to get what they want.
Hmmm. Never ever played Starcraft - not a fan of that style of game (warcraft soured me on it) So, Zerg Rushes is not likely a strategy I'd use ...
The sibling below me (just like I did) had to google (http://en.wikibooks.org/wiki/StarCraft:Rush_Types) "zerg rushes"
Yeah, why don't they just bring back Space Quest? Roger Wilco is my hero...
The sibling below me only ever eats scallops on Wednesdays
True, as we only go into Houston (generally) on Wednesdays, for my doctor's appointments, and folks around here would look at you like you'd grown another head if you asked about scallops. (Grocery or restaurant.)
The sibling below me prefers shrimp to scallops.
Actually, that is true. I like shrimp nearly ANY way it's prepared--except for peel-and-eat. I am NOT Tarzan, that I need to peel my food, before eating ... it's not THAT good. (I feel much the same way about bones-in sorts of foods. Are we not civilized? Are there not ways to remove the actual BONES before eating? Tarzan likes to eat off the bones-- I do not. :P :crabbie: )
The sibling below me thinks I am much too picky about bones-in foods. ;D
I am more picky with fishes. The RCC has a special saint to ask for not choking on fish bones though to my knowledge not one for bones from other animals.
The sibling below me did not know that the RCC once considered ducks as vegetables and therefore suitable to eat on fridays..
No, I didn't. Very weird.
The person below me wonders, as I do, what precisely goes through the minds of the RCC.
...well, having been brought up as good little catholic boy, been through the full thing, nuns, brothers, confirmation and all, I believe I am qualified to report that not very much does. Generally it seems to be based on the idea that a bunch of old men dressed in bad frocks living in an ancient Italian city can do all your thinking for you. In fact all the really important thinking has already been done, at least a couple of hundred years ago, by people called saint whatever his name was and there really is no need to indulge in any of that namby-pamby modern liberal excuse for thinking that everyone else seems to go in for these days. ;) :D
You may have guessed that I have changed my allegiance regarding the RCC since my boyhood.
The person below me has never eaten chocolate coated ants
No I limit myself to cockroach clusters and crunchy frogs (only genuine with lark's vomit).
The sibling below me will give the references to this.
And in (almost) proper APA format, too:
Python, M. (1969, November 23). Monty Python's Flying Circus [Television Broadcast]. London: British Broadcasting Corporation.
;D
The sibling below me considers him/herself "uncanny", since he/she cannot fathom how to use a can opener.
You are correct, suh! This is because I have little rubber flippers (more suited to toy sea turtles) for hands, which bend helplessly this way and that as I try to open cans or twist lids off jars.
The sibling below me wonders whether there is a small rubber sea turtle somewhere with a decent set of human hands attached where its flippers should be.
I am wondering that.
The sibling below me hates the Head-on commercial.
I just can't figure out how you use it!
The sibling below me is passionate about used library books.
Indeed, yes I am! Not just used library books though, ALL books, new, used, classics, comedy, mystery, thriller, fiction, non-fiction, memoirs, biographies, autobiographies, children's lit, Brit Lit, heck even my old textbooks. What is more, I treasure them like old friends and cannot bear to part with any of them! :D
The sibling below me is known by all of their local librarians on a first name basis.
I did! And then we moved here... Gotta make nice nice with my 'dealers'. ;)
The sibling below me has been known to *gasp* dog-ear pages.
But then I woke up realised, thank heavens, that it was all just a bad dream.
The person below me has read every book written by Terry Pratchett, even the ones written for children.
**in an old man's crotchety voice**
Once, back when I was uncivilized. We were living in the woods in those days. We mostly ate bark. And we were GLAD OF IT, too. For Thanksgiving, we had ROCK with our BARK. And we were THANKful.
We LIKED it that way, yes indeed.
Not like kids today, with their ipods and actual shoes and stuff. Soft! That's what they all are: SOFT!
And they have REAL BOOKS. In my day, we read off of LEAVES and BARK (what we weren't eating). We used rusty nails to scratch writing on the bark.
Soft! They're ALL SOFT! (why, I had to WALK to school in the SNOW. And that was in SUMMER. WINTER was blizzards and glaciers! And ice-crevasses, that you had to cross with nothing more than grass-ropes! Yes-- we made our own ropes out of grass. )
The sibling below me is TOO SOFT! Complains about having to WALK TO THE CAR.
Hrumph.
**end of old' man's voice**
"Cor, luxury! We use to dream about living in the woods. We used to live in a shoe-box. We had to get up three hours before we went to bed, had a bowl of gravel for our breakfast and work down mine for eight hours before we walked to school in our bare feet through ten foot snow banks.
You're right about one thing, though, people to day are SOFT. They don't know how good they've got it. Why I remember...."
Sound of a heavy blunt object being brought down on something all squishy like.
The person below me likes blue M&Ms best
Yes I do. They make me 5% more hyperactive than when I eat the red M&M's.
The sibling below be loves breeding hyperactive 3-toed sloths.
Indeed, I do. They are much faster than regular sloths - they can traverse a branch in under a day! And you should see them critters eat: they devour their food nearly 2 times faster than a regular sloth! Imagine that!
The sibling below me now has an image of a sloth moving in slow-motion-- only slightly faster than a "regular" one.
The sloth triathlon. The only trathlon with swimming being the fastest part.
The sibling below me was born in the yera of the attacking ay-ay (and is therefore an orangutan).
It's the hats, you see. Makes everyone think I am a 'man of the woods'. That and only showering every 30th year.
The sibling below me uses Joy Lemon Liquid as shampoo.
We've got little else at the moment, being that pay day isn't for a while.
The sibling below me wonders who named a plant "Eggplant," when its purple and not egg-like.
I figure it was a Blind Botanist, who relied entirely on his sense of touch. After all, it is sortof egg-shaped - at least some varieties are .. eggplant varieties (http://www.urbanext.uiuc.edu/veggies/eggplant1.html)
The sibling below me had no idea there were actually MORE than one variety of such a strange plant .. :)
Further, he cares less and considers egg-plant to be marginally less edible than cardboard, with a similar flavour.
The sibling below me wonders how come Sibling Bluenose knows what cardboard tastes like.
I will assume that you know the same way that I know - you've actually tasted the stuff as a kid. ;D
The sibling below me also knows what the taste of cardboard is like.
Oh yes, I remember my grandfather's sloppy joe's. Ugh.
The sibling below me plans to form a FSM coalition.
...at the Toadfish Monastery of course.
The Sibling below me is scared all monks look like Friar Tuck.
...as long as the Nuns don't look like Friar Tuck aswell!! Apart from the Nun of Dresden of course.
The person below me will now take on all the characteristics of the long lost E Raser of Tuscany and start posting in character.
I attempted it, but it gave my brain a flat. Now I have to jack up my brain and replace it with a slightly smaller brain that I hope will get me to the next service station where I hope they carry the size brain appropriate for my vehicle. And I don't want another "retread" like I got last time.
The sibling below me has offered to tow my brain. Or brain my toe.
I'd be very happy to do that-- but why not avail yourself of one of the monastery's Igors, instead? Not only can they tow your brain without damage, they are quite well equipped to replace all or parts. All they ask is for their spares back, once you're done using it... :)
The sibling below me is a big fan of leaving various body-parts to the Igors, once they are done using them.
Well, being such a fan of recycling and all. Waste not want not. Turn, turn, turn.
The sibling below me has been busy with 'whatever you celebrate this time of year' decorations.
If by busy, you mean plugging the lites in that I left up from last year, then yes. :D
The sibling below me also has holiday decorations left from last year.
Yes, I do. They're still in their boxes, and will probably stay there. (Bah, Humbug!)
The sibling below me will choose to ignore my Scroogeitude, unless it turns into Grinchiness.
We still need a Santa Cthulhu
(http://www.schaefer.dusnet.de/pics/santa-ct.jpg)
http://www.schaefer.dusnet.de/pics/santa-ct.jpg
Call me once it goes beyond mere Grinch and if you are interested!
The sibling below me wants a shoggoth pet for solstice
Oooh, I have a teacher I want to sick it on. *Here, shoggoth, shoggoth, shoggoth, I have a nasty little treat for you...*
The sibling below me plans to ask Virgil for a tour of Limbo when they get there. Or Beatrice, if they go the other way.
Indeed. Limbo sounds much more to my liking that either of the other places... ::)
The sibling below me has a completely different take on things-- similar to what Robert Heinlein wrote in Job: A Comedy of Justice
I think I read that in my fit of Heinlen reading. It's been years, though. I'm just not that much a Heinlen fan. Give me Ellison for the "SF" vein.
The sibling below me will choose ANY other Science Fiction author, rather that choose Harlan Ellison as favorite.
Given that the only Harlan I know of had Veit as given name (and a deservedly bad reputation), I'd indeed choose a different one.
Stanislaw Lem, Douglas Adams, Herbert W. Franke...make your choice.
The sibling below me will go aboard Starship Titanic with Terry Jones.
Yes, I'd like that, I think. Especially if I get to meet Terry Jones!
The sibling below me would rather meet John Cleese
Could we compromise on Michael Palin (Chapman is at the moment a bit difficult to meet)?
The sibling below me has met Marvin the paranoid android personally.
met him? I AM him!
the sibling below me will have the last thought "Oh no! Not Again!"
Seeing as how reincarnation is but one of the many explanations of an afterlife that I find compelling, it's very likely ... :D
The sibling below me wonders why, when people discover their past lives, they ALWAYS are of famous people-- and no one ever talks about a past life of an ordinary person... ::)
The famous people where usually schizophrenic and therefore needed a lot of souls to fill them. The ordinaries lived through soulless lives mostly.
The sibling below me is stunned by that ingeniously ridiculous explanation.
Oh no, I totally believe you ;D
The Sibling below me remembers their former life as an Aztec priest.
Well, actually, I used to be a Baptist nun...
The sibling below me wold rather be an Aztec Priest's sacrifice that a Baptist nun.
Well, both would involve sharp objects being used on bits that I hold rather dear....
The person below me confused falafel with alfalfa, with hilarious results.
I did?
The sibling below me has been know to play with flint and steel near gas leaks.
that is a calumny (although I have been known to pray with clint and neil near ass cheeks ;))
the person below me will tell they never do what I say they will
Yes I do!
The sibling below me has never kissed an elephant, but secretly wants to.
As long as it's an animal by nature, and NOT a political party-elephant! :P (there's simply not enough soap in the world to wash out your mouth after kissing a political elephant! ::) )
The sibling below me prefers elephants to donkeys. Animal OR political.
Yes, but I'm starting to like goats better, especially politically speaking.
as the goat below with no idea what it is I am supposed to be doing below I will simply take the lovely compliment and move on ;)
the sibling below me runs a real bodega
mmmm. wine-merchant! I would, if I actually worked for a living ::)
The sibling below me wonders what it is I do with all my spare time, then.
It takes Tortoises a long time to do anything...I know, I've watched!!!
The person below me thinks Beagle should be clapped in irons and dragged before The Scurvy Disciplinary Court!
Hmmm. Maybe. I've learned to keep well clear of pirate-activity, as I cannot easily run away ::)
What I do, instead of working for a living, is do stuff for people, and for some reason, they give me money in return. ;D Everyone seems happy afterwards...
The sibling below me is becoming frantic at the thought of all the Xmas presents they haven't purchased yet.
I have seven dollars left, so I'm not fretting too badly.
The sibling below me wants an octopus beak for Christmas. On his or her face!
But, octopii are always kipping on their face, no? (isn't their face the same side as their mouth?)
The sibling below me is now confused as to which side of an octopus the face is on.. the side with the eyes? Which eye? How about their nose? What nose? ... ::)
Yes, it depends which way I squish them ;D
The Sibling below me rescues drowing insects from swimming pools (hey, I do)
I did rescue drowning insects generally but have decided to leave them in the opond for the fish and frogs. I feel very bad abouyt it every single time :'(
the sibling below me has a dog called benjy that looks like a childs drawing of a rabbit
We decided to change his name from Benjy to "Blobby".
The sibling below me is having great difficulty training the fleas for his/her flea circus.
it was difficult untill we decided to call the act.....
'Goat and his amazing dog sucking fleas!'
gasp as they leap onto the dog
scream as they evade the PAW
swoon as they suck the blood from the dog
the sibling below spoonerises sucking fleas
Only when I turn on the television set.
The sibling below me has decided to give up on any conventional religion and has devoted his life to Wumba-Wumba the sandwich god.
Oooh, yes, I like it, yes I do. I really DO appreciate a well-made sandwich.
I even like samm'ichs.
Been known to eat those things euphamistacally called "sandwich" that you can get in the cold-box at QuickTrips* :D
The sibling below me just went *eeeewwww* at the thought of eating one of those 3 or 4 year old "sandwiches" from a convenience store.
* 7-Eleven, Stop-and-Go, In-an-Out, Quickie-Mart, Git-and-Go, Kum-and-Go, Fast-Go, Fiesta-Mart, to name but a few of this genre of shopping experience.
the thought of eating things, even such 'delicacies', is unlikely to make a goat go *eeeewwww* (and they form a considerable part of my daytime staple diet)
the sibling below me invented salami
Well, didn't quite invent it, but I can make a fairly decent homemade salami, providing I can find someone with a good smokehouse to hang it for me. Last time I made it, I used a combo of beef and venison. Quite tasty.
The sibling below me is sqicked out by salam, but even more squicked out by scrapple.
True, true. Overcooked noodles and pebble-hard rice squick me out as well.
The sibling below me is dreaming of a nice warm bowl of oatmeal.
oatmeal? what is this the blinking POOR HOUSE! I'm dreaming of caviare and bolly!
the person below me thinks that 'Bolly' is an umbrella with a hole in it.
Yes indeedy, they have awesome ventilation during a rain shower.
The Sibling below me loves inventing bizarre types of icecream (like chilli and lime).
I love inventing ice creams but the Sibling above me invented the most bizarre one.
The Sibling below me cant understand why using a straw to eat really seriously cold ice cream fails.
I had a mango icecream sundae with maple syrup, pomegranate segments and bacon one time. Don't have the pictures on this computer, though.
The sibling below me knows where the pun is hiding in the above concoction.
probably the pornegranates. I would not want pornegranates on my computer ;)
the sibling below me knows what kulfi is but does not want any
Has that something to do with Kofi Annan?
Well I don't know if I would want some Kofi Annan at the moment.
The sibling below me wears his/her socks upside down.
Yes, and its a blasted nuisance cutting the toes off and sewing up the tops all the time...
The sibling below me loves licorice flavoured goats milk cheese
MMmmmmm. cheeeeseeee. I like cheese.
The sibling below me wonders where all the cheesy-smells are coming from ...
I think I have an idea. I'll better put my shoes back on.
The sibling below me is disgusted.
Yes, well.... if by 'dis-gusted' you mean freed of wind... ;)
The sibling below me is smelling something worse than me and Kiyoodle's feet combined.
you're right, my neighbor, the farmer, is spreading manure riddled with rotting chicken carcases over his fields for fertilizer.........dear god the flies
the sibling below me just threw up in his/her mouth, for that i am sorry
It was UGLY.
The next sibling's eyes vomited at the sight of the poop and carcasses.
They're feeling lots better now, but have to lie down.
The sibling below me would rather think of happy little golden squidlings darting and twirling through the underwater sunbeams. :)
Not necessarily golden ones but squids are a delight (at least while alive). Have ye met our new Lab guards already?
The sibling below me says hello to Mr. Vampyrotheuthis
It actually went:-
Me: Hi!
Mr. Vampyroteuthis: 'lo!
Me: There ya go!
The sibling below me wonders why I bothered...
Nah, I know why you bothered. It's because even Vampire Squiddies deserve respect and caring.
The sibling below me agrees that most sentient beings do, but wonders about the perpetrators of certain radio talk shows... (Sentient beings excludes some of them.)
sentience is overrated.
the sibling below me would but they find it difficult due to family obligations.
Yes, that is too true. Some of my family have yet to discover sentience, and those of us who have wonder if they ever will....
The sibling below me can relate to that, too.
Yes, my family have trouble stringing sentiences together.
The sibling below me believes Meerkats will supercede humans following the next mass extinction.
Indeed I do, as they are far less sentient than are we.
The Sibling below me welcomes our meerkat overlords.
In anticipation of their rise to power, I have made my living room a meerkat oasis: I've installed the sunlamps, filled the room with good burrow-quality sand to a depth of three feet, and am currently sourcing a supply of live scorpions to stock the buffet.
The sibling below me knows exactly where the tastiest scorpions can be found.
Well, I used to, until my wife started making me take regular showers...
The sibling below me dreams in eight colors.
My favorite one is octarine.
The sibling below me is hoping for a Cool Yule!!
No chance for snow this year, I fear!
And my hopes for a Scary Solstice are not that high either.
the sibling below me is going cajoling caroling this year
with my voice they pay up pretty quick!
The sibling below me is going for the world mince pie eating record.
Ewww, those things expand after you've eaten them.
That would probably be followed by a few more world records involving food digestion.
The sibling below me thinks Walmart's "Happy Holidays" should be replaced with "Happy Winter Solstice".
I would prefer to replace Walmart instead.
The sibling below me is forced by imaginary voices to permanently chant
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn
nonsense! I do not even speak Welsh!
The sibling below my thinks a perygl is a type of Welsh wolf which explains the signs in Wales that say
Danger
Perygl
Yesh. Wishing I read Welsh, too.
The sibling below me is also prone to monosyllabic responses.
Yes - I - do - OK.
The sibling below me can say the Welsh word
'Gorsafawddacha'idraigodanheddogleddollônpenrhynareurdraethceredigion'
with supreme confidence.
I can say it but I cant spell it
the sibling below me IS welsh
that would be interesting, but no, actually. About as close as I get is Irish.
The sibling below me is thinking about buying one of my prints from dA. ;D
Thinking is all I could do, unfortunately. (But I am about 1/4 Welsh, from Liberty Hill, Texas--the first Welsh settlement in Texas.)
The sibling below me gets confused about the difference in whales and Wales, and then has Dylan Thomas flashbacks about
Quoteherring gulls heckling down to the harbour where the fishermen spit and prop the morning up and eye the fishy sea smooth to the sea's end as it lulls in blue. Green and gold money, tobacco, tinned salmon, hats with feathers, pots of fish-paste, warmth for the winter-to-be, weave and leap in it rich and slippery in the flash and shapes of fishes through the cold sea-streets. But with blue lazy eyes the fishermen gaze at that milk-mild whispering water with no ruck or ripple as though it blew great guns and serpents and typhooned the town.
Guess who directed Under Milk Wood twice?
I admit my ignorance and ask the sibling below me to answer that question.
The actual response was to have been to
"The sibling below me gets confused about the difference in whales and Wales, and then has Dylan Thomas flashbacks about (Under MilkWood quote.)
A pun a whales and Wales. The answer to who was rhetorical, seeing as how the quote was from memory...
If you've ever been to Swansea market you would understand that quote from Dylan T...it's exactly like that and very smelly!
The sybling below me fancies a nice bucket of Lava Bread...
I am not the Sibyl with her volcanic gas addiction.
The sibling below me had too many leguminoses this morning
Is that what they call it when children put peas up their noses?
The sibling below me prefers lentils.
And then people get quite snotty about mulligatawney soup!
The sibling below me loves mulligatawney soup.
Yes I do! The Navy used to make a very good mulligatawny. At sea, the day after we had roast lamb on the menu we would get lamb curry and the day after that, Mulligatawny. Funny that.
The sibling below me prefers chinese chicken and sweet corn soup to mulligatawny
Yes indeedy. I've only ever heard of Mulligatawny soup after watching Seinfeld's 'The Soup Nazi'. Chicken and corn soup is much more my thing.
The Sibling below me would like to introduce 'Soup Nazi' style service into 5 Star restaurants.
Only if the offending customers had perpetrated children on a 5 star restaurant...
The sibling below me sees no problems serving children in a 5 star restaurant, but wonders what cooking method and what sauce to use...
Given the size (or lack of it) of portions in upper-crust restaurants the children will at least finish their meal without coercion even if they have nibbled sweeties before.
The sibling below me will go right from the 5 star to the next fast food to spend his remaining change on something to fill his stomach.
No she won't. She'll go badger her mother into cooking.
Sorry, I have opinions about fast food.
The sibling below me has opinions, too.
No dissent about fast food.
Just that after a 5 star restaurant you'll need something to eat very fast ;).
The sibling below me knows that the British have taken the "fast" out of their fast food without changing much else :istad:
I didn't think that fasting had anything to do with food, but what do I know?
The sibling below me thinks that eating at the bottom of the food chain has something to do with being a bottom-feeder.
I always thought that was just a disgusting habit
the sibling below me thinks a disgusting habit is something worn by a revolting nun
Yes, and revolving nuns wear a gusting habit accordingly.
The sibling below me has like me no idea what "gusting" means.
Does it have anything to do with nuns blowing wind? Would this cause them to revolve?
The sibling below me believes that the Flying Nun used natural nun rocket power to lift off.
Nah, it was the freaky headgear. Nuns are just people that dress funny. (Especially the ones that don't wear habits.)
The sibling below me wanted to be a nun, but just couldn't get into the habit.
And the Roman Catholic church (I do not belong to) has a prejudice against transsexuals.
A cruel and quite old joke:
What is flying black-white-red? (an allusion to the old German flag?)
A nun stepping on a landmine
The sibling below me would prefer heavy artillery for that purpose, if (s)he had any anti-nun prejudices.
...all together now:
"How do you solve a problem like Maria...?"
;)
The sibling below me would pay to have all the lyrics from "The Sound of Music" erased from his/her memory.
There's only so many times one can hear that musical and not want to die. :D
The sibling below me would assist Julia What'sHerFace is kicking the bucket.
Never seen Sound of Music (we will see it twice an hour in Monty Python heaven, don't forget that and the alternative is only Jaws 1+2+3).
The sibling below me would consider the latter, if it where only Jaws (1).
Well, at least "Jaws 1" has Richard Dreyfuss, who is cute, whereas "The Sound of Music" has no male eye candy whatsoever. Oh, don't tell me that whatsisface is eye-candy. He is about as much eye candy as Mount Rushmore! :P
The sibling below me has a "thing" for Mount Rushmore.
Since Sam&Max did their bungee-jumping from their favorite president's nostril.
The sibling below me will hit the road
I shall be hitting the road around 2:15 pm. on my way to New Year. I haven't got a plan yet as I am still packing, but it's odds on favourite to be the free and therefore presumably disgusting bottle of wine I've acquired that I shall use to signal we need lift off by crashing it to the ground at the appropriate moment.
The sibling below me can make roads do anything they commandd them to do.
Yes, I have a hand with amphibs since I followed that yellow sick toad.
The sibling below me is going to be frogmarched out of the house for breaking vessels containing alcoholic liquids on public land.
Yes, the veins and arteries tend to get brittle after a few rums.
The Sibling below me realises the star potential of being a firecracker on New Years.
Burning crack? Is that the newest fashion on the drug market?
The sibling below me thinks a volley of Katjushas to be a traditional Russian sylvester entertainment (now popular all over the world).
Actually, I thought that they were galoshes worn by cats.
The sibling below me has invested beaucoup bucks on rainwear for felines.
I prefer direct teflon coating. Also keeps the static electricity down.
The sibling below me has his/her sled pulled by two scores of cats.
Yes, it is a very appropriate sled for me, as it seems to go in every direction at once.
The sibling below me has a pair of octopodes to pull him/her on waterskis.
No, it is actually a decapode (calmar) and I use the elongated tentacles 9,10 as skis
The sibling below me prefers the bagpipe playing sqids
They're quite cute in their kilts, after all.
The sibling below me plans to start an octopode band.
That's right, and they're all gonna play "I'm an Okie From Muskokee" on their oaken ocarinas.
(Kanaloa, that avatar cracks me up!)
The sibling below me has a kilt made out of octapodes.
There is a huge market in living skirts right now.
The sibling below me teaches karate to calmars (those tentacles 9+10 have quite a reach)
(Thanks. I found when his trial was just starting.)
Those calmars are scary-good, too.
The sibling below me wants to make a movie based on me teaching them karate, and plans to call it "The Karate Calmars."
I thought more about Calmar Yakuza with Squid Lee-
The sibling below me will develop a Sushi Warriors movie franchise from this
Yes, but I was thinking Squid Lee (octopodal brother of Spike, not Bruce) for director with music by Squidly Diddly (Bo's octopodal brother). We'll call it "Tentacles of Fury!"
The sibling below me misread that as "Tentacles of Furry".
I suppose you could put mittens or tentacle warmers on them.
The sibling below me is now planning a squid tentacle-warmer line, featuring tartans and plaids.
Ahhh yes, I can visualise the bit where the Sensei teaches Squidly to 'go berserk with his ink sac'. HIII-YAAAA!!
Oh and the theme song - 'Eye of the Squiddly' will be played on every sportmans i-pod for motivation for years to come.
The Sibling below me uses Britney Spears music to psyche themselves up.
Britney Spears music would only serve to psycho me up, a la in Norman Bates.
The sibling below me may be able to channel Squid Cesar's ghost for a cameo in the movie.
Currently he is occupied with Revenge of the Ghost Squids. We may have to wait.
The sibling below me will find a way to include the punchline "We're all gonna dry!"
Hey! In the middle of a one in a hundred year drought (even one in a thousand, according to some) that is just plain not funny - we certainly are all gonna dry!
The sibling below me loves the sound of rain on a tin roof...
Squidlings are raining on my head...
The sibling below me has developed a new method for removing sepia ink from hair
Yes, I call it the Dorsal Mohawk. Unless the sepia ink is on the top of the hair, in which case a Ventral Reverse Mohawk is called for.
The sibling below me thinks that it's high time the Mohawk came back as a hairstyle.
After seeing a real doozie yesterday, I think the comeback is well on its way.
The Sibling below advocates fully bald people getting mohawks.
I prefer the kind made out of cheese whiz.
The sibling below me uses cheese whiz as mortar.
Yes, I burn it at the stake and...
...oh, mortar! I thought you said martyr.
Well, that's just silly.
The sibling below me wears a squid as a bathing cap.
Good as a lookout when swimming on one's back. And it prevents swimming against walls. I just have to train it to not release the ink in that case.
The sibling below me uses a squid as an one-size fits all bathing suit
I did but it stained my fur blue and eventually split. I now use it as a one size fits all lunch.
The sibling below me thinks sick squid is just enough money to buy two pints some pork scratchings and a packet of crisps
Better train the squid as a living fishing rod that can also collect and open shellfish.
The sibling below me will breed a special cormorant squid
I'm trying, but they keep eating all my fish.
The sibling below me will solve all cormerant-squid problems.
By declaring that it's time to Change Lobsters and DANCE!!
The Sibling Below me now wants to have Soup of the Evening with Alice and the first Mrs. Rex Harrison.
Provided the mock-turtle doesn't spoil the mood
The sibling below me doesn't believe that boiled lobsters are bolsheviks despite the color.
I never discuss politics while preparing drawn butter.
The sibling below me has drawn more butterflies with a pen than butter in a pan.
Probably. I use margarine for frying.
The sibling below me considers that an evasive answer.
Indeed I do. Margarine always contains water, and so will sputter when used for frying. I imagine you do have to be evasive, or painfully burnt in tiny little spatters. Olive oil would be a much better choice.
The sibling below me raises their nose at the very idea of frying food!
Indeed I do, all those lovely delicious smelling aromas is bound to get my nose lifted everytime, especially frying bacon.
The sibling below me prefers black pudding, grilled tomatoes and mushrooms with bacon and eggs
Um, I don't know what black pudding is, and i'm allergic to tomatoes and eggs--and am having trouble digesting mushrooms now. Maybe i'll stick with the dry toast and tea option. :taz: :censored: :taz: :taz: :taz: :censored: :censored: :censored: :censored:
The sibling below me is very glad he doesn't have all these stupid food issues.
It's the other way around. I know what black pudding is and therefore have no inclination to eat it.
Raw tomatoes only in small doses, fortunately no egg problem till now.
The sibling below me can tell about the known meat/unknown meat customs in Ankh-Morpork (aka More-Pork!)
Yup, but like how they make bologna, you don't want to know.
The sibling below me knows how they make it, and shudders at the mere mention of it.
Yes I should get my shudders fixed.
The sibling below me used to play Extreme Marbles in the school sandpit.
You mean the occasion, when the rock the lower classes* played soccer with turned out to be a hand-grenade? (Actually happened, there is still a lot of unexploded ordnance in the soil here)
The sibling below me juggels with running chainsaws.
*(school not social)
Hey, everybody runs when I juggle, not just the chainsaws.
The sibling below me is developing a marshmallow treat in the shape of an octopode.
They're green, and I plan on calling them Squeeps...
The sibling below me thinks the Squeeps will eat all the Peeps in the candy store
Assuming they're in the store long enough to do it.
The sibling below me wonders what Elmer's Glue.
Something from the Looney Tunes?
The sibling below me is a regular customer at the Old Pink Dog Bar.
It's the only place I go without my American Express Card.
The sibling below me is a born-again Wumba-Wumba worshipper. (cue the tom-tom music)
Actually I'm a bored-again WumbWumba Worshipper. (same old tom toms ::) )
The sibling below me calls me a fool - they love tom toms.
If you don't mean the drum but the name of the big gong in the classical music orchestra, then I do.
The sibling below me has a dual use kettle drum that also produces tea and coffee.
I used to wear it as an excercise bra, but I kept disturbing the peace when jogging.
The sibling below me has an alternate use for excercise bras.
Double barreled sling shots, of course.
(My girls are too old to exercize much.)
The sibling below me never learned to use a slingshot.
Well I wasn't taught formally. I used to make my own. You should have seen those sparrows 'high tail it' from our front yard.
The sibling below me wants to open a sparrow restaurant.
Hm, one were sparrows are served ;) ?
The sibling below me thinks that venture and vulture are essentially the same.
Well, there's only two puny little letter different and they want to call it an entirely new word, I mean really!
The sibling below me can't believe I dragged that old one out...
Our war in Iran went a bit astray when we misprinted the last letter.
The sibling below me will not go to Bayreuth because (s)he fears that the next Lebanon war could suffer from the same problem.
I would hate to see the Lesbians go to war over a few stinking letters. Normally they are a peaceful, sensible people.
The sibling below me has an animatronic squid named Norman and doesn't want anyone to know about it.
It's the little brother of the one they used for Bride of the Monster.
I swear, it has nothing to do with occult sexual practices in the alt.sex.cthulhu fashion.
The sibling below me would like to know more about that kind of perverisions but doesn't dare to openly ask ;)
Just slide the information into my kettle-drum bra.
The sibling below me has a little song he or she would like to sing.
Oh! I'm a little tea pot, short and stout,
Here is my handle, here is my spout,
When I get all steamed up hear me shout!
Tip me over, pour me out.
The sibling below wonders just what drugs I'm on...
Probably the same ones I'm on.
The Sibling below me wants red cough lollies on the banned substances list.
Not necessary. Everythng with codeine only on prescription.
Damn those junkies that injected themselves with coughing juice (no joke!).
The sibling below me sees squids everywhere
Look! Up in the air! It's a bird, it's a plane! No, it's a...squid?
Sorry, bad joke.
The sibling below me will tell three MORE bad jokes.
The elephant couldn't sleep and asked for a trunkuilizer
Dere were two peanuts wolking down der Straße and won woth assaulted...peanut
I am sorry, I am sorry too, I am sorry three
The sibling below me will need a while to recover from these bad jokes
Bad jokes, to me, are like cracked bells. I just don't get the ap-peal!
Or like bananas, I don't get the a-peel!
The sibling below me is groaning with derision, and wishes derision would groan a little quieter. :P
A lot in me is groaning for lack of high quality slumber.
The sibling below me peels grapes because (s)he likes the feeling of being decadent.
Ah! The power of illusion! (True decadence requires having grapes peeled for you)
The sibling below me revels in polymorphous decadence.
Clearly preferable to amorphous decay!
The sibling below me is a morpholine addict
My (former) doctor would have just made me a morphine addict...
The sibling below me would like a nourishing meal and a nice hot beverage.
(Don't know whether morpholine (mothballs) or morphine is worse ;D )
Just had breakfast and still have tea
The sibling below me has a length of 300 cubits, a breadth of 50 cubits and a height of 30 cubits an is pitched within and without with pitch.
Yes, and it's just starting to rain. Now who's a big fat smarty bottom then?
The sibling below me has a couple of unicorns (s)he wants me to take care of...
But not the one with the voice of Mia Farrow. That's reserved for King Haggard.
The sibling below me is a cousin thrice removed of Naomi Campbell.
If I was in any way related to that much beauty and that much money I would probably implode!
The sibling below me has skinny fingers, which keep getting caught between the keys.
You should know that I have tentacles ;) !
The sibling below me now tries to imagine where they are located.
After watching Season 1 of 'Drawn Together' this weekend, it doesn't take much imagination. :P
The sibling below me once got careless with a stapler - hilarity ensued.
Actually, a lawsuit ensued, since Careless (the Mexican hairless) did not find being beaned with a stapler too hilarious. Don't ever have an office supply war with a chihuahua. They have no sense of humor.
The sibling below me does not recommend office supply wars with squids, either.
They are terrifying with stapler and ink bottle. You never know where the next tentacle will come from.
The sibling below me will direct "Squid vs. Chihuahua - Dispatches from the Office Wars".
I have all ready contacted that little dog who used to do the Taco Bell commercials. I'm trying to get Squiddley Diddley out of retirement, but he doesn't answer my calls. Prima dona!
The sibling below me is currently reading for the part of the water cooler.
Glug, Glug, Glug, Burst, Tsssssssssssssssssssssssssschhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
The sibling below me will give the keyword
Schlage. Wait, that's the lockword.
The sibling below me can't believe I spelled Schlage correctly.
Depends on the context.
Schlage! = Beat! (imperative form of schlagen = to beat/hit)
You could also mean Schläge (beats, blows, hits) but on a keyboard that has no umlauts.
Or you forgot the r at the end and wanted to talk about successful pop songs.
The sibling below me didn't look for a grammar discussion actually.
...and yet they always seem to find me.
The sibling below me has an idea about how to celebrate Lincoln's birthday.
Bungee jumping out of his nostrils at Mount Rushmore? ;) ;D
The sibling below me will tell us what I am alluding to with that
Hitchcock's North By Northwest?!?
I dunno.
The sibling below me does.
Sam&Max hit the Road
The sibling below me would marry Paris Hilton (provided the only alternative is Ann Coulter ;) )
Hey, your not giving me much margin for error. Neither of them are my cup of chai latte. ;D
The Sibling below me loves using words 'Grande' and 'Vente' to impress people when ordering coffee.
you could not be more wrong. I always order the 'large' and then complain that they have given me the wrong size because all their titles mean large :D
the sibling below me does not drink anything..... ever :o
Only embalming fluid ;)
The sibling below me is a mummy duster at the Cairo museum
No, I drive a Chevy Duster that Big Daddy Roth souped up into a car he likes to call the Mad Mummy Machine! I drive it through Cairo. I have been shot at several times.
The sibling below me has a custom car, too.
I shouldn't have mailordered it. It is still in customs :D
The sibling below me wants a Kabinenroller (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Messerschmitt_KR200) in order to save money for fuel
I would look so hot in that, especially if I wore transparent screw-on "Brain-View" cranial helmet and my Gandhi glasses!
The sibling below me is second-cousin to Rat Fink.
Ah yes, but I am a first cousin to Mutley! evilHehehehehehesounding
The sibling below me prefers Wile E. Coyote
I could never work out how he'd get annihilated by a large explosive or fall off a cliff, then 1-minute later, be back doing it all again.
The Sibling below me thinks the Road Runner will die in a hideous speeding accident.
MMBEEPBEEP!! <Crash> :o :o :o :o
The sibling below me wonders if Roast Roadrunner is all coarse and wire-y, like DSL or cable.
With enough application of hammer and enzymes even that will be managable.
The sibling below me knows why TV is called a medium
Except when you watch 'The Biggest Loser';)
The Sibling Below me thinks reality television behaviour directly translates into the real world.
That's the thing one calls a loop (like putting the mike too near to the loudspeakers).
Btw, TV is a medium beacuse it's neither rare nor well-done.
The sibling below me thinks that Harley-Davidson bikes are for kiddies that don't know the real stuff.
I prefer a Schwinn with banana seat and sissy bars and a flag with a tiger on it, ridden barefoot!
The sibling below me is going low-tech.
Yep. Just having a bit of trouble, though, with getting my hand-knapped flint notebook to boot up.
The sibling below me prefers prefers bronze age tools
No, too much arsenic. For computing my DRUID 2000BC (lithos inside) is sufficient (alas, not portable).
The sibling below me thinks that stone axes are more environmentally friendly than those made from metal.
Yes, I'd say that the sound created by the Rolling Stone's guitars is more environmentally friendly than most heavy metal.
The sibling below me senses the ghosts of primitive humans.
Every time I go to a meeting at work...
The sibling below me is still wondering how one can call an axe friendly.
Would: "Grandma, what a nasty axe you have!" be better for the survival chances?
The sibling below me would bet on the wolf anyway.
but is mostly out of sympathy
The sibling below me hasn't seen Hoodwinked (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0443536/)
I missed it in the cinema (only saw the trailer) and now wait for the DVD to be available.
The sibling below me is in The Company of Wolves.
Nope, Company of Schnauzer!! (Now that i'm home again.)
The Sibling below me wants a re-do on the weekend, just like I do...
I've never thrown anything at Tom, but I have thrown raw eggs at his uncle, who also threw eggs at me. :)
The sibling below me agrees that throwing eggs at each other was a strange way to hold a picnic.
Things should be rotten before thrown at persons.
The sibling below me thinks that that would be eco-terrorism (both nomy and logy).
If you are referring to Klaus Nomi then yes, that would be eco-terrorism in it's highest heels.
The sibling below me can describe every nuance in a manitee fart.
Only if it's the same as a dugong phart, in which case ppphhhhheeeeeeeeuuuuuuuwuwwwwwww!
The sibling below me is uneasy with the sudden scatological turn of posts in this thread, either that or he/she really needs to fart right now, but is not alone...
Honey, I have a gastrointestinal cancer, and had to drink the vats of nasty CT Barium stuff today...so that's probably more than ANYBODY wants to think about in regards digestive systems and their olfactory impact.
The sibling below me is going EEEEWWWWWWWWW about that, but it's me and the aging Schnauzer, and his exhaust is liver-dog-food scented. (And can peel the paint off the wall.) So, Schnauzer farts aren't the best topic, but a good sibling can try to turn the (smelly) tide!!
It will need a lot to beat the laxative I had to swallow for my colonoskopy. I didn't manage the whole 4 litres because in the end I regurgitated the stuff faster than I could down it.
The sibling below me is now looking for the vomiting toadfish smiley we still haven't installed.
Where is it, where is it?
This sibling apologizes for the scatalogical bent of the previous entries.
The sibling below me may descibe the most wonderful thing he or she ever smelled.
Don't you love the slightly acrid smell of fresh vomittings in the morning? ;)
The sibling below me doesn't.
No, but I do enjoy a combination of diesel fumes, midden-stench and gutter-stink before the heat gets too great. Reminds me of good times.
The sibling below me has been stopped in their tracks by a whiff of fresh durian....
Yes, Durian Durian were my favourite band in the 1980's. But their music stunk too.
The sibling below me in a 'music Luddite' and has banned the use of MP3 technology.
I think those wild boys have an 'i' too much even without a pod.
The sibling below me will tell the rest of us where the band got its name.
Yes, well, I always thought Barbarella was one of Jane Fonda's better movies, although it does look a bit cheezy these days.
The Sibling below me has a completely different favourite cheesy sci-fi movie...
There are so many really cheesy ones around!
Hm, what about Flesh Gordon :o?
[No, not actually my favourite but should at least be watched once]
The sibling below me thought more about Captain Cosmotic (powerbitch edition) ;)
I never saw that one, but I did see Flesh Gordon. It was so cheesy you could've served it on crackers.
I was going to say "They Saved Hitler's Brain" as my favorite scifi movie, but the sibling below me considers it to be more of the horror category.
Any realtions to Boys from Brazil?
Not a bad movie but not actually a favorite.
The sibling below me will tell us what (s)he considers the most stupid movie title ever (real one, not invented).
That would be "Attack of the Killer Tomatoes" EXCEPT that I'm so allergic, ANY tomatoes are Killer tomatoes. So that leaves me with my favorite all time Weird Movie Title, tho documentary about Ed Wood entitled "Look Back in Angora".
The sibling below me might even be able to guess the unusual style of the packaging for the boxed set that included the films "Ed Wood" and "Look Back in Angora."
Indeed, although I own only "Ed Wood" (and several Ed Wood movies, there is a cheap edition available by now).
The sibling below me loves chiropractitioners in black capes that definitely do not look like Bela Lugosi ;) ;D
Only if they cover their faces! ("Ed Wood" is one of my all-time favorite movies!)
The sibling below me wrestles real octopodes, not rubber ones.
Our vampire squid guards saw the Matrix trilogy last week and now demand black latex outfits. Took some bodily persuasion to make them see their wrong and go for black leather instead.
The sibling below me will compose a R'lyehquiem for the choral squids (in case of a somber occasion arising in the future)
No, actually , I won't, because the piano is at Mom's and I am not. (For good reason. My Mom has the ability to make sane people run screaming from the room. Imagine what she can do to me...0
The sibling below me thinks that many people have this problem with their own mother, but not with other mothers.
I haven't but I know people who have (though father related problems seem to be more prevalent)
The sibling below me is grateful that this thread got a new life after it seemed to peter out.
That would be very true. I like seeing where our minds take up. (Mine wanders off for a nap.)
The sibling below me wonders why the Qwerty Person doesn't come play with us much. :'( :'( :'(
I wondered indeed but I hope that now that he is back he will stay for a while
The sibling below me is a red-haired 2m dwarf living "in sin" with a werewolf.
The red dye is fading so I am going to have it redone.
The Qwerty person prefers playing City of Heroes. I guess humbleness doesn't seem heroic enough.
The sibling below me has a plan for making humbleness heroic.
The Adventures of Humble-Man! (Ok, that's a bad German pun)
The sibling below me believes that there are no heroines around anymore because they were all victims of errors in the war on drugs.
Yeah, and I miss Lude Dude and Spaceman Spliff, too. ::)
The Sibling below me is actually Qwerty using another sibling's computer.
I would have noticed that (but I maybe be Qwerty pretending not to be but me)
The sibling below me shakes with pain seeing that grammar.
I must say, it did bother me, but confusion is a fairly normal state for me and doesn't usually cause that much pain. Unless it's the threatening sort of confusion.
The sibling below me takes great pleasure in being confused.
As long as it is not caused by fusel.
The sibling below me is living in an empty rum barrel.
My house is about the size of an empty rum barrel.
The sibling below me wonders what a muffin top is.
I'd actually wonder what explanation I could make up would be the least false.
The sibling below me can live in the empty rum barrel only because (s)he drank the contents.
Btw, Were you away for some time, oh Kanaloa?
I was. I had about two months' solid debate stuff. (Invitationals, state and National qualifying tournaments) college stuff to get set up, etc. Did quite well. May have to head to Wichita Kansas for Nationals.
This is a muffin top-->http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muffin_top (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muffin_top).
I'm afraid the rum went to my 18th birthday party. ;)
The sibling below me has a small forest creature, generally refereed to as a Piglet, in their yard.
Well, I did, but the dogs tried to eat it. It was last seen trudging down my drive, carrying a small suitcase with tube socks hanging out, and muttering about cab companies not picking up Piglets without ID, or something.
The Sibling below me now feels anguish for the plight of Piglets...
i would, but right now, I am dealing with an anguished Schnauzer that's trying to pull a hunger strike since Daddy's not here. He'd best get over it...
The sibling below me wants to have his cake and eat it, too.
No problem for a ruminant ;).
The sibling below me sings the anthem of Borogravia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borogravia)
Only when I want to annoy the neighbors.
The sibling below me wonders where Clodpole got off to.
I think he left with Piglet.
The Sibling below me has actually tried to go through the looking glass.
Only the one in Christin's room at the Opera House in Ankh-Morpork!! It's got a trick entrance to the abandoned stairwell.
The sibling below me, like Agnes/Perdita, is of two minds about everything.
I used to be of three minds about everything, but one got exorcised and the other two merged, so now I'm back to one. :P I think that averages out, though.
The sibling below me has one kidney.
And a spare one on the other side (or did you mean for dinner?).
The sibling below me drinks a gallon of cod-liver oil per day.
It keeps my cod liver from squeaking.
The sibling below me can disperse her/his moleules at will.
Even though Will keeps asking me to stop, I still do it. ;D
The sibling below me does not understand why the phone company will not connect their hotline to the White House, since they bought a nifty red phone especially for it.
Yup. It bleeps and a little red light blinks on and off when I get a call.
The sibling below me has a camera attached to their car. For reasons unknown.
Yes, and if I ever do find out why I had it installed, i'll know what to do with it.
The sibling below me is eating a rather large lasagna.
I just WISH I was, because I wouldn't have to cook!
The sibling below me isn't Garfield, but would like to ship a few annoying folks to Abu Dhabi along with Nermal.
Not even Abu Dhabi deserves those people!
The sibling below me thinks about conjuring up a precision meteor strike against a well known landmark.
I'm not sure which one I'll strike though.
The sibling below me used the tin foil on the outside of gum wrappers to decorate the inside of their home.
It keeps the FBI from stealing my recipes.
The sibling below me believes that the next messiah will be born in an International House of Pancakes in Nebraska.
No, the messiah will materialize out of a salvo of buckshot by Dick Cheney and ride to Washington on the animal the shot was aimed at.
The sibling below me finds that unconvincing enough to start a new cult based on it.
Yes, but I'll have to come uop with a good name. Buck-shotism is NOT a good name.
The sibling below me over did it with the whip cream--they've got butter in their morning beverage of choice.
That first sentence could be construed as prawnographic. and who is 'they' btw.
And no, I don't use butter if I can avoid it (and have tea without milk at breakfast).
The sibling will write the scriptures of Shotianism (maybe it could lure some Shintoists).
I've gotta work on my aim so I can spell them out with bullet holes.
Quote from: Opsanus tau on April 04, 2007, 04:23:56 PM
The sibling below me believes that the next messiah will be born in an International House of Pancakes in Nebraska.
The sibling below me thought that the prophecy related to where the next messiah would be
conceived, not born, and is now not welcome at the International House of Pancakes.
Yeah, well, personally, I felt it was an EXCELLENT use for blueberry syrup...
The sibling below me prefers maple syrup on their pancakes.
Who said that I like pancakes? Wanna liebelle sute, ye canuck Bleep Bleep Bleep ;)
The sibling below me will throw red meat at me liced with ritalin
I can't find the ritalin, so scented aspirin will have to do. Take THAT (http://www.redmeat.com/redmeat/2001-03-13/index.html)!
The sibling below me is working on a tofu version of Red Meat (http://www.redmeat.com).
Unfortunately, no-one finds my drawings of truncated asparagus very threatening.
The sibling below me wants asparagus syrup on his next romantic rendezvous.
I'm more interested at the prospect of finding wild asparagus at the site of a romantic rendezvous last autumn (picnic, anyways). Estimate that there are several hundred patches on the hillside above the river - could easily pick 10 lbs or more in one shot!
The sibling below me brakes for free food on the roadside (of the vegetable variety!).
(BTW, Red Meat has been recycling old strips of late.... :P)
Hey, if I don't use the brakes, there may be free food on the road.
The sibling below me prefers shrapnel for that.
Nothing better than Easter egg shrapnel.
The sibling below me ponders why bunnies don't lay eggs.
They prefer to throw them.
The sibling below me is interested in the AquaBunny2008.
Is that the swimming rabbit that delivers eggs to good little pirates?
The sibling below me is suspicious of the green jellybeans.
'Coz I don't like the booger flavored one--too salty.
The sibling below me relishes Bertie Bot's every Falvor Beans in general.
Nope, not that fond of earwax, dirt or black pepper flavor candy.
The sibling below me considers jelly beans a serving of vegetables.
Yes they go great with jelly potatoes, jelly roast and jelly carrots. Oh, and mint jelly of course ;).
The sibling below me went to a Japanese restaurant and wanted to eat the wax window meals.
But I decided to spare them and ate my own ear wax with I extracted with my new ear pump.
The sibling below me does other things with wax.
Doodling, of course. Crayola, to the max!
The sibling below me wonders about Dr. Xeus.
Yes, he might be as dyslexic as Xorro.
The sibling below me has shot the cat in a hat.
I may have done. But as the cat is in the hat I cannot tell if it is shot unless I move the hat and the act of observing it may change it's state from being shot to being not shot.
The Sibling below me can explain quantum theory in a single sentence of not more than 6 words.
APTCTE
(a process to complicated to explain)
The sibling below me knows who coined that (with an Indian accent).
It was Tonto, the Red Indian, attempting to explain how the Lone Ranger always won the day.
The Sibling below me is the Lone Ranger during the night-time.
Which, since I never go out at night, means no-one ever asks "Who was that masked man", and it leaves me free, during the day to explain quantum theory to the curious, in only four words. "Maybe, and, maybe not." Though I sometimes add "ah!" and "Grasshopper" to that.
The sibling below me suddenly wants to take a cruise to Santorini. Possibly Tom. (And tie him up in a stateroom.)
I don't know about that. The last time I did a stateroom scene with a shady Italian type, I ended up with more boiled eggs than you can imagine. (Spoken in my best Margaret DuMont accent.)
The sibling below me thinks that A Day at the Races would be more fun.
Provided that duck soup is served.
The sibling below me was awarded the Rufus T.Firefly Medal.
Which unfortunately was so big it wouldn't fit in my cabin.
The Sibling below me was the first to be forcibly ejected from the cabin.
Luckily I had my trusty parachute and expanding lifeboat with me. I paddled to a small island in the pacific where I lived on wild beets and rhinocerous meat for three years until I was rescued by the Royal Navy, who fumigated me and sent me home to my castle in Chile.
The sibling below me was not so lucky.
Alas, I suffocated in frogurt made with two boiled eggs.
The sibling below me has an excellent recipe for frogurt surprise.
Yes, the tricky bit is training the frog to jump out of the yoghurt at the best time to give a good surprise.
The sibling below me rolls his/her eyes and wonders where the Maple syrup went.
And why the keyboard is so sticky...
The sibling below me will go forth by day.
But by nightfall, I'll have fallen to fifth.
The sibling below me will join me in my mourning yurt for Kurt Vonnegut. We will eat nothing but frogurt, at leat mentally, for the rest of the day. Also, there will be drinking.
And breakfast will be a cake reading Happy Birthday, Wanda June.
The sibling below me knows that Everything's Eventual.
Yes, but what about residual relativity?
The sibling below me walks down der Straße with two peanuts and helps the one that was assaulted.
...but it was too late. Now I call him "Skippy".
(Rotten American peanut butter joke. ::) )
The sibling below me prefers his/her Chinese food with cashews.
I prefer it with chopsticks.
The sibling below me always uses the spice level 10:enlightening
Yes, if I can actaully see the heat coming off the food using only my third eye, then it is spicy enough for me.
The sibling below me uses his/her third nostril to wake up and smell the coffee with.
Given that I drink tea, this is not an option.
The sibling below me has a detached retina in his/her 3rd sight
It's actually glaucoma, I think. :mrgreen:
The sibling below me has treasure buried in the backyard.
Yes, and I called it Australia cos I dug so far down I came out the other side.
The sibling below me uses pet snakes to train planes.
Actually I'd like to use an Oerlikon to down planes (or at least those annoying helicopters flying over the university).
The sibling below me thinks that snakes are a friendlier method for the same task.
Friendlier for whom? I find that when I point a snake at a plane, it tends to bite my arm rather than firing blasts into the aircraft. Maybe I'm pulling the wrong trigger. ???
The sibling below me knows how to pull a snake's leg.
Since a legged snake has by now been found*, that should not pose a problem.
The sibling below me owns a vegetarian Komodo Dragon (i.e. it eats only vegetarians).
*didn't we have a thread about that?
Good thing I'm a meat eater!
(Aside: a friend of mine calls himself a "paravegetarian" - he does not eat carnivores or omnivores: no bear, no wolf, no shark, etc. Plenty of cow, though. ;D )
The sibling below meat eats nothing but Komodo Dragons and eucalyptus.
Well, since a Komodo Dragon is really just a big goanna, I suppose I must do. Well, at least when on the Kanungra combat survival course. The eucalyptus is just to get the grease stains out of my shirt.
The sibling below me wonders what goanna tastes like.*
*Hint: its not quite like chicken
No I don't. I live with a man that did Army time in the jungles in Central America. I've heard the stories about snake lizard or monkey to eat. I don't care HOW they taste. AT allll.....
The sibling below me much prefers to eat things that weren't scary before they became food.
Aaaaaargh! Keep that salad away from me!
The sibling below me knows how to defeat attacking killer cucumbers.
They are terrified of a parring knife.
The sibling below me knows how to get the Parring Knife in the Stone out.
Run it under hot water and grip it with a dish towel.
Well... it works for jars. ;D
The sibling below me plans to be a micro-manager... once he/she figures out the whole "shrinking machine" thing.
I have the antibiotics ready. Oh, you said micro not microbe.
The sibling below me made a fortune by selling micro robes to pygmy* monks.
* no racist slur intended
I'm trying to get into the squidling market now.
The sibling below me has seven heads.
Hydra is my sister.
The sibling below me knows the secret of Boffo.
No I don't. I don't know nuffin'.
The sibling below me knows sumfin'.
Your last answer tells me that you still havn't met the Wintersmith :'(
The sibling below me has seen the light.
Which one?
The sibling below me draws the line at prune whip.
Why should I whip prunes, if I can draw prisms?
The sibling below me knows about the importance of being earnest.
I only know of the importance of being Ernest Borgnine, which is very important indeed, as he is the voice of Mermaidman on Spongebob Squarepants.
The Sibling below me knows the importance of being Tim Conway.
I don't, but I do know the importance of being.
The sibling below me is.
Ontologically speaking
The sibling below me is for ontolological onomatopoeia.
Would those be words that don't represent sounds but actually ARE sounds?
The sibling below me can stare down a bumblebee.
Words are sound and smoke (Worte sind Schall und Rauch)
It's easier with bumblebees because they move more slowly, so eye contact isn't lost as easily as with e.g. fat flies.
The sibling below me has developed a radar&laser guided toy flak that keeps stinging insects at bay.
I'm still working on an improved version that works on other people's annoying brats, but the Defence Department took away my gigawatt laser...
The sibling below me just wishes that other people would just keep their brats to themselves
Ah, but I have The Evil Auntie Dee Dee Eyebrow Thing, and that scares brats away in no time!
The sibling below me is intimidated by The Eyebrow Thing, and hasn't even seen me do it!
Given your reluctance to leave photographic eveidence and me never having visited Texas or Oberammergau, that is not that surprising.
The sibling below me now seeks a director for the new blockbuster "The Eyebrow Thing".
I'm trying to pitch it as a sequel to the movie "That Thing You Do".
I don't just need a director. I'm also looking for a cast, DP, locations, and funding.
Mainly funding, really.
Okay, okay... I'm just trying to get money. There is no movie.
The sibling below me is now distraught, having already committed to making "The Making of The Eyebrow Thing" and is not looking forward to going back to the professional no-limit "Go Fish" circuit.
Indeed I am not.
The sibling below me is aware of some interesting things to do with morning glory seeds.
Heh, I have a fair theoretical background in those areas (Biology / Organic Chem split major in uni). :mrgreen:
The sibling below me knows why reed canary grass isn't just for the birds, theoretically speaking.
At least not for swamp canaries.
Looks like another "natural" idea gone bad. Maybe it will dry the moral morass of Chicago and then run for congress (not president, the weed it will be unable to prove that is has not been smoked).
The sibling below me would like grass in congress because it could be threatened with the commoner's lawn mower.
Yeah, you rite. I done tol' mah Congresscritter more'n once that his ass was grass an' I wuz a big ol' lawnmower. He wudn't skeert...dumbass that he is.
The sibling below me thinks I've read too much Molly Ivins. (RIP, Sister Molly)
Molly will rise again!
The sibling below me now imagines her getting out of her grave and going on the rampage in Crawford, when the Faux Tex is "at home".
Imagines?? Prays for...
The sibling below me just wants cake.
I also want to loe 20kg of body weight without sacrificing essential organs or other limbs.
The sibling below me has met the liposuction fairy
But I didn't fancy what she left under my pillow.
The sibling below me is the score-keeper in the great annual Santa v. Liposuction Fairy contest.
First round to the fairy but then the slender Santa has the upper hand.
The sibling below me adores DEATH as the Hogfather.
Yes it was the Salmon Mousse that did it.
The sibling below me tried dipping their crackers in a Moose.
Unfortunately by the time I got there it was too runny for crackers. :P
(come up north and you can have all the Road Moose you like.....)
The sibling below me is would eat roadkill.
I is would not. I wouldn't be able to beat the vultures to it. Not even the armadillos, which they toss around, trying to crack the shells.
The sibling below me wants a stuffed armadillo. Not a toy one, a real one.
What would I need an armored dildo for?
The sibling below me does not favor that type of sex and violins.
I prefer cellos. They're bigger.
The sibling below me has a ringing in his/her ears.
Should not have that alarm clock implanted there.
The sibling below me is running in circles and jumping in triangles.
Yes, and I'm really annoying the percussionist.
The sibling below me only chews gum when no-one is around to hear all the smacking noises.
I am the Great Gonzo and will now eat this tyre.
The sibling below me has the eating habits of Gorgon Heap.
Dry toast, weak tea and Sprite? No more Heaping Helpings for me, then. I wish.
The Sibling below me builds monoliths out of dry toast.
No, I toast with dry beverages. (no, actually not, except for one half glass on Sylvester)
The sibling below me has the blueprints for the Saturn V hidden in the tool shed.
Blueprints, Schmooprints. I actually have the Saturn V in my toolshed.
The sibling below me would like to take it for a test drive.
The #3 engine tends to make/have trouble(s). Better test it on the premises before going outside atmosphere.
The sibling below me wants to install a pipe organ in the cockpit.
Yes, and I want to program all the controls to react to the different notes, voices and volume changes. I like things dramatic.
The sibling below me has a car that is controlled by kazoo playing.
After the bazooka powered car was stopped by the police once too often.
The sibling below me wears a pink scarf.
Only when I go back to my little planet to tend my rose, sheep and volcanoes.
The sibling below me is working on a robotic vestral virgin.
This Fritz Lang guy is unfortunately unwilling to help.
The sibling below me is under the spell of an evil pocket calculator.
I certainly am. The little devil has gone missing and I am doomed to search for it for ever.
The sibling below me is more paranoid than the sibling above me.
Tricky, really tricky. But with my paranoia steadily growing, the observation is probably correct.
The sibling below me will say some nice things about the late Mr.Falwell.
He is probably decomposing very nicely and "Jerry" is a decent name.
The sibling below me knows the perfect name for a goldfish.
I'm awful with goldfish names. When I was little, I had a succession of them, all named "Jaws".
The sibling below me had a succession of sharks growing up, all named "Goldie".
Their last name was Hawn.
The sibling below me prefers Bette Midler in the aging movie comedy star circuits.
I am not actually into that type of movies.
The sibling below me visits the infidels with explanatory pamphlets.
Yes, as I am "Persuade the infidel with cunning arguements"
The sibling below me actually eats the dwarf bread.
Only when it's got dwarf butter on it.
The sibling below me prefers Gorgon jelly.
Only when in a heap.
The sibling below me has not yet met Disembowel myself honorably Dibhala.
No, but I'm sure I met his Filipino equivalent one time. Generally, the sauce used for the grilled-meat-onna-stick in the Philippines always tastes the same. On one occasion I was surprised to find that it tasted more like sweet-and-sour sauce.
Until I tasted just the sauce and realized that the sour taste was the meat itself. :barf:
The sibling below me prefers the chicken-intestines-onna-stick.
Only if they're from rubber chickens.
The sibling below me only eats fake food.
How does a fake look like? Like a Dönertier?
The sibling below me wants his fake roasted with garlic.
'If I knew you were coming I'd have baked a fake, baked a fake, baked a fake..'
The Sibling below me has caught on that adding copious cream and sugar to anything results in bizarre varieties of icecream.
If you want strange ice cream varieties, you have to look at Japan. Sushi is one of the more "normal" tastes available.
The sibling below me finds that quite fishy.
Do they carry fiberglass swordfish ice cream?
The sibling below me wants to live in a house shaped like a giant toadfish.
I would take pictures.
The sibling below me draws comics in their spare time.
I just finished a portrait of Henny Youngman in charcoal.
The sibling below me fantasizes about Henny Youngman in charcoal.
I only have info on Henry V.
The sibling below me was not angry since he came to France.
The yummy wine is keeping the crabbiness away.
The sibling below me thinks that eating crabs keeps the crabbies away.
The same way that eating crap will keep the ladies way, at least the desirables.
The sibling below me is a champion of halitosis.
Until I find the mints.
Why did this nearly die?
The sibling below me has the answer.
Nobody wanted to admit the halitosis and then the area became deserted.
The sibling below me has a dugong's breath.
Only when I'm impersonating a Mermaid (or is that Merman - apologies to Ethel).
The Sibling below me thinks synchronised swimming should be expanded into televised competition.
I would not be surprised if it already were.
The sibling below me is twin-engined.
My jet pack is.
The sibling below me knows why there is a raptor in the Doctor's office.
Oh, its because its easier to feed than the T-Rex
(or are we talking about a fast hard disk (http://www.newegg.com/Product/Product.aspx?Item=N82E16822136012)?)
The sibling below me will admit his geekness.
I just did - I am doomed in another thread.
The sibling below me is beyond help.
Absolutely. My geekiness is out of contro, and I'm lovin' it!
The sibling below me talks like pirate in real life.
Of course I do, when talking to other pirates, they wouldn't understand me otherwise.
The sibling below me is a pirate geek; the worst sort.
Naturally. I stick with CDs and DVDs, usually. Not ready for Jakarta.
The siblibling below me knows a teacher who will accept this as true:
http://www.duzons.com/kei/blah/study-fail.jpg
I do know a couple of teachers, so that's probably so. Unfortunately I never studied my equations, so I have no idea if I agree or not!
:irony:
The sibling below me has his/her life set on permanent summer vacation.
I wish...kinda. I'd get bored after a while.
The sibling below me has a dog-bear at home.
I can't bear dogs (or other pets due to allergy), although I find Huskies beautiful. Otherwise I am more inclined towards cats.
The sibling below me has a gnat hunting licence.
With fungus gnats in your houseplants, a licence is assumed.
The sibling below me cultivates fungus at home.
We recently had rain and some cute little fairy circles appeared in the yard, but I'd say the fairies cultivated 'em, not me.
Unless of course you count the mould on the bathroom grout.
The sibling below me uses black tile grout to camouflage the mould in her/his bathroom.
I would, but when my cousins painted the bathroom, they didn't put anything on the floor to protect it from paint, so it's more salt and pepper than anything else.
The sibling below me cultivates various molds in their fridge.
The smell stops people nicking my food.
The sibling below me is lost in the Paris Metro system with only a satellite connection to keep them from spinning out of control.
We read Dans la Metro at school.
The sibling below me has no sense of shame.
Nope. That's why I'll probably be voting for a Libertarian in Republican's clothing.
The sibling above me forgot to put in a description of me.
The sibling below me wants to put the "Publican" back in "Republican".
:beer:
It would be nice if the republicans cared about the *general* public. Apparently they care about the public but only from their expensive fund raising diners.
The sibling below me thinks that those who seek power are more interested in their personal gain than anything else.
Indeed. I subscribe to Douglas Adams's theory that any one who actually wants power should be automatically disqualified - I say make Sibling Chatty President of the World!
The sibling below me would like to vote for Homer Simpson for President, but is afraid we will get Ned Flanders...
Could we get Moll Flanders instead? A confessed thief would be a clear improvement.
The sibling below me can give us 5 reasons why Gandhi is unsuitable as US president (being dead is no constitutional disqualifier to my knowledge).
We seem to have a brain dead one right now, so I suspect not.
The sibling below me can articulate those reasons better then I can.
Oh no, that would spoil the fun.
Ok, at least one as a teaser
a) looks too much like Ben Kingsley
The sibling below me would prefer Paris Hilton to Jenna Bush for US president (talking about the slightly lesser evil :D)
Yes, for my hatred of Paris Hilton is already far too deep. Adding a US presidency to her 'accomplishments' would probably end v. v. badly (for the both of us).
The person below me has a speculative order placed for the video game "Celebrity Hunter", just in case it is ever made.
I'm hoping one can choose which celebrities to hunt.
The sibling below me has their underwear in a wad.
You got that right. Fortunately for me, it fits my misshapen arse like a glove! ;)
The sibling below me has the heebie-jeebies.
but I be fixing that roite now wid dis here big piece o' rope frum Jawmayka.
The sibling below me is drooling.
Yes, well, I am eating chocolate.
The sibling below me watches "The Office" far too much, and knows what (s)he would do if a bat ever got in their office.
I don't own a TV set but the bat thing is not completely impossible. Spandau Citadel is half an hour walking from here and they have a colony of bats.
The sibling below me will tell us how far the next medieval fortress is from his/her place of living.
There's a house on the way to my Mom's place that has parapets; does that count?
Quote from: Swatopluk on June 21, 2007, 06:53:11 PM
Oh no, that would spoil the fun.
Ok, at least one as a teaser
a) looks too much like Ben Kingsley
The sibling below me remembers that Ben Kingsley played the POTUS in the movie Dave.
Vice President to be precise.
Okay, reason b) not enough hair (=>would lose the TV debates)
The sibling below me is the Akond of Swat.
Must have been in another life.
The sibling below me despairs at Cheney's understanding of the US government.
I despair, all right, but mostly at the evil guys finding creative ways to get away with things.
The sibling below me doesn't like capital punishment but is considering it for special cases.
Yes - see here:
http://toadfishmonastery.com/forum/index.php?topic=642.0
The sibling below me prefers tempeh to natto.
....over an extra hole in the head.
The sibling below me is a closet claustrophobic.
No, actually a public agoraphobic.
The sibling below me is an angoraphiliac.
I feel sort of bad for the rabbits though.
The sibling below me knows why the Troglodyte wins.
Because it is better adapted for the next ice age.
The sibling below me knows by heart the advantages of the homo sapiens neanderthalis.
unnnnnn...meat ...good.
big stick...ugg..good.
fire..uhhh...good
OWWWW ....FIRE!...AHHHH..NOT...GOOD!...
OOOOOOoooo....WATER !... Goooood...
(grunt) sibling below me has bigger tail than me...Ug... jealous.
I don't wear that type of coat.
The sibling below me wants to imbibe vast amounts of volatile liquid.
done it last night. Imbibed an enormous amount. still not gone to bed. i may be turning into kiyoodle.
the sibling below me can identify all the great philosophers by their beards alone
Actually is not that hard.
The sibling below me understands the dangers of philosophy.
chronic wisecracks
ontological uncertainty
logorrhea philosophica
to name just the most common
The sibling below me will not take a last stand because lying is more comfortable..
Plus, it's harder for them to aim at me when I'm lying down.
The sibling below me has become unstuck in time.
I don't know if it is today, tomorrow or yesterday.
The sibling below me has a third eye.
Erm... sure, I do... in fact a few of us do... but I will refrain from giving more details...
:mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen:
The sibling below me dislikes sexual innuendo
Quote from: wikiThe third eye is a metaphysical and esoteric concept referring in part to the ajna (brow) chakra in certain eastern and western spiritual traditions. It is also spoken of as the gate that leads within to inner realms and spaces of consciousness.
It's true though. I don't like sexual in my endo. Not a fan of necrophilia.
The sibling below me is lost for words.
... :scared: :o
The sibling below me knows what is that 'endo'
a witch's abode that lost its final r.
The sibling below me practices whichcraft (and also what- and whose-craft)
It really helps when trying to decide from a menu.
The sibling below me knows a Where-wolf.
There is actually a poem about a Wer-Wolf and a (dead) teacher.
QuoteDer Werwolf
Ein Werwolf eines Nachts entwich
von Weib und Kind und sich begab
an eines Dorfschullehrers Grab
und bat ihn: Bitte, beuge mich!
Der Dorfschulmeister stieg hinauf
auf seines Blechschilds Messingknauf
und sprach zum Wolf, der seine Pfoten
geduldig kreuzte vor dem Toten:
"Der Werwolf" - sprach der gute Mann,
"des Weswolfs, Genitiv sodann,
dem Wemwolf, Dativ, wie man's nennt,
den Wenwolf, - damit hat's ein End."
Dem Werwolf schmeichelten die Fälle,
er rollte seine Augenbälle.
Indessen, bat er, füge doch
zur Einzahl auch die Mehrzahl noch!
Der Dorfschulmeister aber musste
gestehn, dass er von ihr nichts wusste,
Zwar Wölfe gäb's in grosser Schar,
doch "Wer" gäb's nur im Sigular.
Der Wolf erhob sich tränenblind -
er hatte ja doch Weib und Kind!!
Doch da er kein Gelehrter eben,
so schied er dankend und ergeben.
Christian Morgenstern
The sibling below me howls because his castle has moved.
Because they didn't told me about the tremor causing fault when I bought the land.
The sibling below me doesn't get as much relief while gnawing at the real state agent bones.
It's not easy to be a troll these days.
The sibling below me is the patron saint of egg-thieves.
They call me Saint Os Prey.
The sibling below me couldn't find the way out of the Garden of Eden.
You could see the angel with the flaming sword at every corner.
The sibling below me is afraid of veggie eating lions.
Quote from: Griffin NoName The Watson of Sherlock on June 29, 2007, 12:53:08 AM
They call me Saint Os Prey.
Undisputed winner of the pun of the month award ;D.
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Yes, I am veganofeliphobe.
The sibling below me is not dead but sleepeth.
I just got back from the underworld- what'd I miss?
The sibling below me is bothered by a fly at the window.
The laser guided defense systems under development will make the windows a no-fly-zone.
The sibling below me sticks with the anti-gnat guns.
The only problem is that they're so tiny you have to get fleas in order to fire them.
The sibling below me is working on a nuclear flea bomb.
That's it in a nutshell
The sibling below me is nuts too.
But please don't tell anyone, that someone wants to sap our bodily fluids! (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dr._Strangelove_or:_How_I_Learned_to_Stop_Worrying_and_Love_the_Bomb#Plot)
The sibling below me is due to watch Dr. Strangelove.
Watched Dr. StrangeGlove instead. Much funnier.
The sibling below me does laps round their bath every night.
I never bathe in the lab (too much iron in the water).
The sibling below me thinks that pole dancing is a new arctic sports discipline.
At the rate of global warming it won't take long for casino cruises through the arctic with pole dancers in the bar...
The sibling below me has been in a casino cruise.
Does a punt on the River Cam count?
The sibling below me is worried that the streets of Venice are flooded.
I was, particularly while watching the news in Milan and looking forward having the next day in Venice. It turned out to be archive footage.
The sibling below me thinks that it's a dangerous city for a woman and a credit card.
Any city is a dangerous city for a anyone and a credit card. Heck, even a grocery store is a dangerous place for me and a credit card, as evidenced by my shopping trip today.
The sibling below me would take a credit card to Neptune.
Poseidon Inc. only accepts cash.
The sibling below wants to breed dogs on Pluto.
rather than buying bread for Pluto's hot dogs.
The sibling below me dislikes Disney
Particularly the Disney channel and Radio Disney. Bleh.
The sibling below me has a healthy respect for large, mean birds.
Ayuh - grew up in what became (for a few years anyway) ostrich-ranching country. Never had any serious thoughts to try ride one.
The sibling below me has ridden an odd animal.
The vet says the hamster isn't going to survive the night .
The sibling below me tears off the labels of other folks mattresses and pillows.
I like mystery pillows.
The sibling below wants to patent a 100% cotton condom.
Organic, breathable, washable, and 100% ineffective!
But organic.
The sibling below me secretly smiles at the sky.
Oh my! How did you know? (It's secret!)
The sibling below me is fully aware of their underwear.
I need to get a more comfortable pair.
The sibling below me is a closet nudist.
Closet too crowded even in the nudd.
The sibling below me had a break on intercourse 69. ;)
My spectacles misted up.
The sibling below me is utterly convinced that yellow jelly is bad.
If it's marmalade, that's one thing, but my mother told me never to put yellow gelatinous things in my mouth. And she had to tell me it several times.
The sibling below me is attracted to any blue foods.
Like erm... blueberries? (whatelse is edible and naturally blue?)
The sibling below me is blue faced now
Somebody has nicked the oxygene, it seems.
The sibling below me is a methane breather.
Just doin' me bit fer the ol' environment.
The sibling below me has a phobia of toilet paper.
No, but the situation has come up at our house before (had to provide a small container for water as an alternative).
The sibling below me loves their methylated xanthines.
Only in the 20th letter (ok and chocolate and certain carbonated beverages).
The sibling below me will define beaverage.
Beaverage is the count in years of how long one particular beaver has been alive, or
Beaverage is a short period in pre-history where the main tool used was the beaver.
The sibling below me has had a restraining order placed upon them by the voices in their head....
Fortunately under my multiple personalities is also a lawyer (I just don't know how to pay his fees).
The sibling below me finds the light sabre to be not the best tool for bread slicing.
Silly Boy! Light sabres are for Head slicing, not Bread slicing!
For Bread slicing, you use the Lawyer in your head (She's the sharpest thing around).
The Sibling below me takes a fully stocked First Aid Kit every time they go into a Sandwich Shop.
Boy, I wish that guy learns how to use the meat slicer.
The sibling below me has worked in a deli.
Only to "liberate" the meat, and booze.
The sibling below me has met Lord Lucan.
Wasn't that the guy who send the light brigade into the valley of death accidentally?
I wonder what he would have said about that infamous poem (non-senility provided).
No, not personally.
Oh, that was Earl not Lord Lucan. probably the Lord is with Jim Hoffa now.
The sibling below me smells a conspiracy here.
Off topic
No, the cavalry commander at the Charge of the Light Brigade was Lord Raglan.
Lord Lucan did a dissappearing act after the murder of his children's nanny in his estranged wife's house.
I realise now that non-Brits may have had trouble with that one. Sorry.
Back on topic
Let me give you a teensy piece of advice Pachy (may I call you Pachy?).
Don't challenge Swato on knowledge of British History. Not only will he know the GPS position of every horse and rider at any moment, he can probably give you the fax numbers of both Lord "Thought you meant those other guns" Lucan and Lord "well the women looked the same in the dark" Lucan.
Call me Pachy all you like. ;D
Have checked. I was wrong :oops:
In fact , it was an ancestor of the "S&*t, killed the nanny" Lord Lucan who was in charge of all the cavalry, not just the "lucky" few who got to charge a battery of loaded cannon.
The boss of that lot was Lord Cardigan, his brother-in-law, who he couldn't stand.
The bloke who actually took the message, one Capt. Nolan, despised both of them, and was utterly convinced cavalry troopers could do anything. In short, an idiot.
Lord Raglan was the General commanding all British forces in the Crimea.
If he can give us the GPS location of the recent Lucan, our fortune is made...
The sibling below me collects Aztec cheese sculptures.
Actually I do Aztec Cheese sculptures.
But then my ever-loving puts them in the microwave and pours them over chimichangas (con queso).
That AZTECA brand is decent 'queso'.
The Sibling below me wants to personally ratify the Treaty of Tripoli.
No, I want the chimichanga! ;)
I mean, I would love to travel back in time for the signature of the treaty but I much rather eat the chimichanga. :mrgreen: :mrgreen:
The sibling below me would die if all forms of cheese disappeared from the planet.
offtopic
Quote from: Pachyderm on July 08, 2007, 08:54:43 PM
In fact , it was an ancestor of the "S&*t, killed the nanny" Lord Lucan who was in charge of all the cavalry,...
Can't help feeling this shows the importance of not saving money on staff. If he'd tried that on a Norland nanny Lucan would have ended up with an uncomfortable half hour on the naughty chair, not a lifetime on the run.
/offtopic
Which Lucan is actually preferable? The ancestor causing trouble in the Crimea (although mainly horses were killed) or the descendant doing his part to stem overpopulation ;)?
Btw, is the David Niven version of the charge coming out on Region 2 DVD anytime? I just own the slightly more accurate later version (which has an ancient silent version (about 1910 iirc) as a bonus on the DVD).
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I guess the disappearence of cheese would mean the disappearence of the vital microorganisms producing it. That could indeed cause mass death including mine.
The sibling below me is not in favor of rancid milk products anyway.
Not unless they're cultured. I always leave my milk out to turn at the art museum for just such a purpose. For this reason i have been banned by many local curators. Except at the Museum of Aztek Cheese Sculptures (MACS?!)
The sibling below me just took a bite out of his/her Mac.
No fast food, apple computer or Scotsman in sight, so no byte ;).
Had the raincoat inventor been Welsh would it be an upIntosh? (also a pun in German)
The sibling below me scrubs the pavement with a tennis racket
When I took up badminton, my tennis ground strokes became - well - bizarre.
The Sibling below me resonates in B flat.
Only because I moved. I used to resonate in D flat (top of the stairs, turn right...)
The sibling below me taunts marmosets.
Say what? Oh, bugga, I thought they were gerbils...
The sibling below me has a particular like for Igor Stravinski's The Rite of Spring
I do indeed, in fact I played it a few times in the horn section of Bogota's Philharmonic Orchestra. Lots of markings on top of each bar because of the complicated rhythms. It was fun and I miss those days quite a bit.
The sibling below me is having saudades.
I miss the salad days of spring. :'(
BTW, are you sure you aren't Scottish? The level of melancholy and longing saudades inspires is remarkably similar to that found in the North East (round Aberdeen). I got a birthday card one year from a friend's grandmother which read
"One year more, one year less"
The sibling below me will kill for cake.
I had to murder several innocent unborn chicken to make it.
The sibling below me proposes weed-cutting to be a capital offense of murdering a living organism (exception: sexually deviant grass)
Is that "of" or "for"?
Maybe we could re-locate the plants in question?
The sibling below me cannot stand blunt pencils.
Yes, I can be very blunt about that. Who the [beep, beep, beep] has the sharpener again?
The sibling below me will open the internet domain youprawn.com with lots of saucy fish, whale, squid and crustacean videos.
They had some pretty good fish sauce recipes, too!
The sibling below me got kicked out of The Admiral Benbow.
Walked the plank, actually. They told me it was a honor.
The sibling below me doesn't like shark fin soup, specially when still attached to the swimming body
It's all the pointy teeth, see? That and the fact Oi can't swim. Don't loike gettin' to close ter water, see. Bain't healthy, an' di-loots the rum summat shockin'.
The sibling below me has two left feet.
Well, not exactly.
I have two feet left. The other two got changed into hands sometime in my ancestry, and now if I walk on them I get shoeprints on my fingers. (there's a complicated indirect unvoiced double-pun in there somewhere :P)
The sibling below me wishes people like me weren't so pretentious.
Or silly.
Or wilful.
Or wierd.
Oh, let's face it, the sibling below me farts sawdust.
Can't be helped , I was a beaver in my past life.
The sibling below me sneezes on pies so as to get the whole thing for him/herself .
I normally just eats my sneeze without pie, but the temptation to make it more edible was unbearable.
The Sibling below me has tried to eat pie through their nostrils.
You haven't lived until you've blown chocolate cream into yer hanky.
The sibling below me is perfecting a lemon meringue hot dog spread.
If I can just get the Dachshund to stop licking it off.
The sibling below is convinced in the veracity of Tuesdays.
But what about the truthiness of sundays?
The sibling below me visualizes him/herself dancing naked and singing obscene songs about prawnfishery.
Visualization is no longer required. CCTV footage is so much better.
The sibling below me can be found in the ventilation ducts.
I am just now in the facehugger stage of my development and seek a place to place the seeds.
The sibling below me breeds pet ghouls.
It was tough going at first since I had only one...and it was male ! :o
The sibling below me holds the record for the longest line of drool ever produced by an Earthling .
Yes, my pillow should be washed about once every 5 minutes to contain it.
The sibling below me went to school with the Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness.
We callled him Bert.
The sibling below me recently won "Nerf-herder of the Year" at the prison awards ceremony.
Yes, they awarded me The Styrofoam Crook, which is a tremendous coincidence, as that's how I got into prison in the first place. I thought that stealing styrofoam would be easy because it's so light to carry. The only problem was that it was so light, it floated out of my getaway car and left a trail which lead the cops to my hideout. DRAT! Next time I'm stealing aluminum foil.
The Sibling below me covets plastic sandwich wrap.
I'm building an airship on the installment plan. ;D
The sibling below me once trained a small dog to ride a large dog like a horse.
Actually, it was a small child.
The sibling below me wants to be the Elk Whisperer
The only problems are that I don't speak a word of Elk, and there are in fact no elk anywhere near the country I live in. Can I be the Elk E-mailer instead?
The sibling below me is unhealthily obsessive about Kojak.
The juxtaposition of k and j leave me gasping for breath and when I see the big K and the o and the a as well I run out of breath completely which is very painful and I find I cannot take another mouthful of air into my lumgs until I spot the full stop at the end. Apart from that, I am quite normal. Just don't let me see Kojak. too often, please. I go around in fear that I will. Constantly. See, sometimes it is sensible to be obsessed. If I saw Kojak. too often I would probably stop breathing altogether. Therefore, my obsession is valid.
The sibling below me never gives Kojak. a second thought.
Thats because i was Hawaii 5-O fan .
The sibling below me wanted to be Dano .
Later I woke up in a yogurt container. I really shouldn't mumble when I make wishes.
The sibling below me remembers Prune Whip flavored Dannon yogurt.
No, but I do remember the Dannon version of Go-gurt
The sibling below me wonders where the Boohball is.
The Great Poobah nicked it, I presume.
The sibling below me implores Groop.
*Eldrich lights and a haze of purple fog, strange organic noises*
Oops, I thought you said implodes Groop. Sorry, duje.
The sibling below me had the worst case of Flambastious Peridiscombobulations the surgeon had ever seen.
"Thank goodness it's in that case and not your body", he said.
The sibling below me once confused the words surgeon and sturgeon with unfortunate results.
The operation was a resounding failure. And the caviar wasn't wonderful, either.
The sibling below me is a mushfaker.
Is that the culinary opposite of a mudraker?
The sibling below me considers a career as a fakir
But is afraid people will say "Fakir! off!"
The sibling below me knows which Carry On film that alleged joke is from.
Or I pretend to.
The Sibling below me wonders who Banksy is.
Is he one of the best goalkeepers (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gordon_Banks) ever (Soccer) or a graffiti artist (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Banksy)? Probably depends on your age...
The sibling below me thinks there are more interesting uses for leather than making footballs.
Indeed I do but nothing to do with horizontal gymanstics with reproductive side effects.
Btw, the fair joke is from Up the Khyber
The sibling below me is a voodoo fetishist
I am not! I just believe in practicing accupuncture on dolls.
The sibling below me practices chiropracty on stuffed animals.
It's why FLoppy Bear is Floppy Bear.
The Sibling below me dances in the aisle way at the grocery store.
The Hopak is stronger than me.
The sibling below me prefers the Lezginka
Especially this version.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QcKn2vgKA9g&mode=related&search=
The sibling below me was just glad it wasn't Disney.
Have to watch it with a PC having sound equipment (this one hasn't).
T&J suffers from censorship around here.
The sibling below me awaits in horror they day that Disney will do Titus Andronicus suitable for (Disneyoid) children.
True, but what'll be worse is when they try to make up a sequel, which will end up being vaguely adapted from Macbeth.
The sibling below me prefers to say, "The Scottish Play."
"Aahhhhh! (slapping each others hands, pat-a-cake fashion) Hot potato,
off his drawers, pluck to make amends. (pinch each others noses)
Aaahh!"- Black Adder the Third, Sense and Senility
The sibling below me has starred in "Thick Jack Clot Sits in the Stocks and Gets Pelted with Rancid Tomatoes".
Well, yes, but "Second Rancid Tomato" will be lower on the theatrical resume than the short-lived Muppet pilot "Elephants in Space". I was young, and needed the money...
The sibling below me claims Einstein stole their idea.
Never mind the fact he'd been dead for thirty or forty-odd years before I was born. He still stole them!
The Sibling below me likes to frolic in the almond orchard.
I also enjoy cavorting and gamboling.
The sibling below me ends up in awkward situations by confusing gamboling and gambling.
Yes, I am an awkward dancer (or would be, if I tried).
The sibling below me will sing for us the song of the mock toadfish
Alright, but I warn you, I'm putting this in the poetry section.
"Will you rumble a tad louder?"
Said a toadfish to friend,
"It's quite difficult to hear you
When we're swimming end-to-end.
For I am in a hurry -
Oh, c'mon, take a chance! -
They are waiting in the tidepool -
Will you come and join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you,
Won't you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you,
Won't you, won't you join the dance?
"For the bottom is quite sandy
And won't hurt you if you fall.
And the Toadfish are all intoxicated merry,
Good times will be had by all!"
But the friend looked off to Valley Koom
And gave a sidelong glance,
Mumbled something rather vaguely,
Said he would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not,
Could not, would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not,
Could not, could not join the dance.
"Forget that other place, my friend,"
The Toadfish did call back.
"The pirates here are just as kind!
What's more, the grog won't lack.
Swim far away from Omnia,
Float in here, take a chance!
Rumble in the reef, dear friend,
And come and join our dance.
Will you, won't you, will you,
Won't you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you,
Won't you, won't you join the dance?"
The sibling below me thinks that The Toadfish and the Carp-enter is next.
It would make sense.
The Sibling below me will sing it for us while doing the Safety Dance.
Ahem. Cough, cough.
"The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"
The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"
"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.
"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."
The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.
But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.
Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?
"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"
"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"
"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one."
I am currently thanking the Lord Harry and the Sacred Knobbly Mace of St. Elizabeth that this is not an audio nor a visual media, so i got away with my world-class terrible singing and mediocre hoofing.
The Sibling below me reckons Didactylos was wrong, but is afraid to tell him.
Indeed (http://www.mammalogy.org/mil_images/images/mid/663.jpg). He might jump down from that tree at me. (Hooray for obscure biological references!)
The Sibling below me thinks Gatsby wasn't all that Great.
True! I think he's annoying.
The Sibling below me thinks that The Old Man and the Sea ought to have been called The Boringest Old Man
That's one particular literary gap for me, but I'll take your word for it.
The Sibling below me would like to chime in about Red Badge of Boredom.
Ah, Red Badge, my Second Least Favorite of the Boring Books They MAKE You Read.
The first one being Billy "Boring" Budd, AKA The Allegorical Abomination.
The sibling below me hopes that Herman Mellville is forced to listen to interminable productions of the Britten opera based on that abomination, for that would be the TRUE definition af Hell, and he deserves it for writing that garbage.
Don't know how the acoustics inside whales are (OK, other book, same author).
But concerning literary horror turned into even more horrible music, I do recommend (metaphorically) Woyzeck/Wozzeck (Büchner/Berg). I had to suffer both at school and on top of that "Der Lenz" (also Büchner).
The sibling below me would rather listen to Paris Hilton singing than suffering atonal dodeka-phony.
I'd actually rather not have any sort of aural experience involving Paris Hilton.
The Sibling below me recently scrapped plans to start up a hotel empire out of concern for the kids.
Yes, they shall become honest drug-free people like profi bikers or wrestlers.
The sibling below me is a subscriber of Nun Wrestling.
I especially enjoy the swimsuit issue.
The sibling below me watches Teenage Mutant Ninja Nuns.
I do it by force of habit. (Geddit?)
The sibling below me wants to get an iNun.
I prefer to stay Anon.
The sibling below me doesn't believe in un-notarized origamisms.
Any origami that I undertake is always notarized.
The sibling below me thinks Tesla will come back from the dead soon.
If you have seen the movie Silk, you also know why and how.
The sibling below me works on a ghostotron prototype
Absolutely. But I don't get much time to spend in the sub-basement. Y'know, apart from my limited time on earth in the larger sense.
The Sibling below me has the seventh sense.
"I see gay people..."
The Sibling below me is famous for a particularly prurient act.
Aye, that's when they tacked that scarlet "A" onto my fur. (You thought it stood for Alpaca?)
The sibling below me differentiates between "romantic" and "Romantic."
The one with the capital "R" is taller.
The sibling below me equates love with sex and ramen noodles.
I do now that I can't take that picture from my head...
:scared: :nervous: :ROFL:
The sibling below me eats his/her ramen in a more conventional way. ;)
Not anymore, I don't!
I can't get that picture out of my head! :ROFL:
The Sibling below me remembers Koom Valley when they hear 'Ramen!'
But can't decide if I'm a Troll or a Dwarf....
The Sibling below me wants to open a clairvoyants shop, but is uncertain if they need to advertise.
The next annual meeting of the Psychics Association will take place at an undisclosed location at an undisclosed time on an undisclosed date.
The Sibling below me will be there.
I hear there are quite a few perceptive consultants out there, though!
The Sibling below me just cut his or her finger on a bowl of beans at dinner.
" ... yes honey, I'm eating them now..."
The sibling below me thinks marriage is the perfect state... for women.
I'm not familiar with that state. Maybe you're thinking Massachusetts?
The Sibling below me enjoys cold weather.
But only if I'm not actually in it.
The Sibling below me wishes to open a board shop in Alaska.
You'll need a lot of boards if you're gonna build a house warm enough!
The Sibling below me wishes to open a nail shop to complement the board shop.
The opening of a fakir basic equipment shop has been overdue anyway.
The sibling below me finds spiders tasty
Actually, yes. Apparently, the average human will consume three spiders in their sleep during their lifetime. this indicates to me that either:
spiders are spectacularly stupid, or
statisticians have way too much free time.
the Sibling below me has recently discovered fire.
I hope calling 112 is sufficient ot deal with it.
The sibling below me wanted to become a modern artist but had too much talent and was therefore not accepted.
"And that's how I got into semiconductors."
The sibling below me tests insitu boxes for fun.
I only know insitu reactions and dislike them especially when the affect frozen food.
The sibling below me suffers from Bush Derangement Syndrome and is proud of it
I cannot reply to that on the grounds that it would be naughty.
The sibling below me can psychically scootch a gumdrop one millimeter on a clear day.
Sometimes even two!
The sibling below me secretly manufactures gumdrops.
Herb gumdrops.
(?!)
Dammit! You weren't supposed to tell anyone! Now our plan for the domination of the world herb gumdrop production is in jeopardy.
The Sibling below me knows things beyond the ken of mortal man, but can't stop messing with them.
"Ho!Ho!" say de t'ing with de t'ree bumps. "Doan meddle with t'ings you doan unnerstand"
The Sibling below me recognises that quote.
Or I will pretend to.
The sibling below me knows where Avoca is.
Where the do is missing
The sibling below me wants to study vampire watermelons (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vampire_watermelons)
I most certainly do.
Not only is the possibility of crazed, blood-lusting vegetables amusing, I love the fact that people aren't scared of them, rationalizing that they have no teeth. But they still think they are vampires. That sort of surreal nonsense appeals.
Plus, I could go out and have a beer or two with Kiyo, he's not that far away from there....
The Sibling below me wants a vampire squid for a pet.
Pressure vessels are so expensive these days and one would have to keep it at 50 bars at least.
The sibling would consider visiting 50 bars too much for one evening.
Five is my limit. Unless you're buying. And we're walking.
The sibling below me is a closet meteorologist.
When I look out the closet at the window, I can see what the weather is.
The Sibling below me is lowering workplace productivity by posting on a forum.
Actually true but
1. This is a univsersity
2. I don't get paid anyway
3. The professor is on holidays
4. All the computers are online permanently, so it doesn't matter what site is visited (except pay-services)
The sibling below me runs with the snails
I almost got gored, once! Fortunately, snails reflexively retract their antennae when they touch something, so I didn't come out so bad.
The Sibling below me thinks more things should glow.
Especially the reviews of my work.
The sibling below me will tell us whether (s)he would prefer to be a werewolf or a vampire (zombie is out of the question).
Would I prefer to be a werewolf or a vampire? No. (Hooray for intentional misinterpretation!)
If it was absolutely necessary to choose, I'd go with the one that doesn't get fleas.
The Sibling below me thinks intercom systems are lots of fun.
provided they actually work (that one at the door usually doesn't)
The sibling below me has toadier fish to fry.
Fry in a metaphorical sense, of course.
The Sibling below me keeps drawing me back to the games forum.
If you were front to the forum, I'd have to draw your backside.
The sibling below me will paint the drawing room
Paying special attention to the cellar door.
The sibling below me agrees with Tolkien about cellar doors.
If I could just remember what he had to say about that...
the sibling below me will tell
I won't, but someone else will (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cellar_door), doing a far better job than I could.
Last po
Ahem. The Sibling below me gets confused sometimes.
Frankenstein
Wait, this wasn't the word association thread?
The sibling below me wants to go to the movies
Wanted to watch HP5 yesterday but was not in the mood and slighly dizzy. Maybe to-morrow (on all other days it is too expensive).
The sibling below me wants a remake of "Birth of a Nation"
But only if I am allowed to have gay Klansmen dressed in pink spangly robes.
the Sibling below me is a closet claustrophobic
I get claustrophobia in closets.
The sibling below me wants to ride the Great Glass Elevator one day...
I all ready rode the Great Glass Elevator, but it only went to the great glass ceiling.
The sibling below me speaks Esperanto in her/his dreams.
I can't understand a word I'm saying, though. And the inner world peace isn't getting fostered, either.
The sibling below me wonders if a haz-mat suit would make him or her look fat.
I have to wonder 'cos I can't see myself in mirrors... :o
The Sibling below me paints over all mirrors with a rendering of 'The Scream' for just that reason.
I never know what to tell people when they ask where the bathroom is...
The sibling below me has a life-sized, plastic inflatable version of The Scream.
Yes, but it's less fun than the Breugel animatronic one.
the Sibling below cannot stand the presence of toast.
It leads to consumption
the sibling below me thinks Portuguese man-o-wars are beautiful pets but take up too much space and (s)he can't afford a separate pool for them
Yes, they are lovely, but the problem comes when they want a cuddle.
The Sibling below me has explosive flatus.
Pure methane. Actually no, quite a lot of sulphuric compounds included.
The sibling below me will now review Thunderpants.
Missed it I'm afraid. But did watch the South Park movie again recently and have been humming inappropriate songs ever since.
The sibling below me will now climb on the table and sing "Blame Canada" at the top of their voice.
The table would probably not carry my weight and blaming the Poles looks at the moment more appropriate.
The sibling below me is a crypto-trashophile.
Is there really any sort of witty comment that can add on to that?
The Sibling below me has sinusoidophobia.
The lack thereof is the conditio sine qua non for mathematicions.
They have to be unwavering.
Nebenbei tangiert mich das nur peripher ;D
The sibling below me is addicted to air.
I'm just an airhead.
The Sibling below me puts the "bling" in "Sibling."
Just kickin' wit dese here homies, got the 911 on me, I'se ALL about the bling bling.
The Sibling below me lives in a post-modernist nightmare.
There's a guy dribbling paint all over my face now.
The Sibling below me is glad it's just the face.
Is a paintjob the next level in perversion. Given that a certain part is also known as the brush...
The sibling below me hates this thread drift towards crustaceans.
Maybe this thread. I seem to have no issues about the What are you eating? thread.... ::)
The sibling below me is hot for Swato's breakfast.
But he said he ate it cold...
The sibling below me frequently have indecent thoughts.
Define 'indecent.' ;)
The sibling below me knows it when s/he sees it.
If it's in far enough, and hard enough, and long enough, it's indecent.
The Sibling below me is aged and infirm.
Mentally, maybe. And not that aged, really. Just infirm.
The Sibling below me collects orphan negatives.
No! Never! Not! Not ! Not!
As you can see, I have some spares.. :P
The Sibling below me is incorrigible.
No I'm not!
The sibling below me plays the lead in Kung Fu Jesus
Close, I play the lead guitar.
The Sibling below me has won awards for facial hair.
The award being, not having to wear a beard cover in the cleanroom because I don't have the thing it would cover.
The Sibling below me likes keys.
I like to tickle them.
the Sibling below me reads Vanity Fair religiously.
I admit, though, it is a Fairly Vain activity.
The Sibling bloew me magazines magazine magazines.
I keep the AK-47 unloaded for security reasons ;D
The sibling below me thought more about grain stores.
it would've been an easier lifestyle sure, but what if I got raided by horses?
the sibling below me is a buffalo from buffalo, buffalo who buffaloes other buffaloes from buffalo buffalo.
Wenn hinter Fliegen Fliegen fliegen, fliegen Fliegen Fliegen nach
When behind flies flies fly, flies fly after flies
The sibling below me hears a humming sound
Yes, but it's just the voices in my head. They tell me what to do.
The Sibling below me is afraid of Karen Carpenter.
Is that the same as being afraid of Carpenter movies?
The sibling below me is afraid of the dishwasher
Yes, I'm afraid he'll be annoyed when I ask him to do tonight's dishes.
The sibling below me knows what I meant when I just mis-typed "sibling" as "sinbling"!
Indeed.
The Sibling below me wonders if the violin makes a difference.
Or if it commits a violation. Though that would be more viola territory.
The Sibling below me uses cameras as mirrors.
Occasionally. Easier then running around looking for one.
The sibling below me has appeared on Court TV
The management got me to get down off the TV, though, since I was blocking the view.
The Sibling below me is trying to figure out what goes between Revolution 1 and Revolution 9.
So that's why I've been running round in circles all day. Good to know.
The sibling below me collects ants.
In the Antarctic.
The Sibling below me collects aunts. (Doesn't work if you're British, I guess.)
Only two still alive iirc. They don't keep that well in this climate
The sibling below me poisons doves in the park (know that song?)
(No.) But by "doves," I mean "pidgeons," by which I mean "flying rats."
The Sibling below me is plagued by plagues.
yeah, pissed off god one too many times. I'll have to send him some.
the sibling below me really needs to take a bath. with a toaster.
I'm shocked.
The sibling below me always loses.
Even with the odds at my favor.
The sibling below me believes that luck in games and love is closely related.
Closely related to the rand() function, that is.
The Sibling below me is sleepy after too good a night's rest.
Indeed I am.
The sibling below me has a 26-hour internal clock.
Ah, that explains the sleepiness.
The Sibling below me tries to put mini-CDs into slot-loading drives.
I would, if I had any of those.
The sibling below me would make a fine president (fine as in money paid for transgressions ;D)
I thought the White House would look better in green!
The Sibling below me has various pseudolegitimate activation codes for various pieces of software scattered around his or her desk.
I did, but I mislaid the desk.
The sibling below me has nine lives.
Meow.
The Sibling below me has eleven. (It's ridiculous, it's not even funny.)
The plural of eleve is eleves I think and I don't have pupils (except in the eyes of course)
The sibling below me is indentured
I working off my indentures by denting dentures.
The Sibling below me enjoys hearing the preznit try out new words he learned.
I would enjoy to hear the last of him and his vice.
The sibling below me either clubs seal cubs or drinks too much tea on All Hallows' Eve. (tertium non datur)
I'm guilty of the latter. (And maybe the former. We'll never know.)
The Sibling below me sometimes walks in funny ways.
I'm still perfecting my silly walk before I bring it to the Bureau of Silly Walks.
The Sibling below me knows why it's called the BSW in America.
Because in our nationalism, we prefer French words to English ones!
The Sibling below me now appends "i" in front of words not having to do with products manufactured by Apple Computer, Inc.
Actually I've been told that I do walk funny.
The sibling below me talks funny.
I say "funny, funny, funny" and no one understands. They just think it's funny.
The person below me thinks the word fanny is funny.
At least as long as I don't have a girl-friend of that name.
The sibling below me moves with the tides
Yes it helps me remember the position of the moon.
The sibling below me goes beserk, depending of the position of the sun.
Yes, but not our sun.
The sibling below me will volunteer for the next free diving contest in the Marianas Trench
Yea, if you think I'm going to pay to enter a diving contest in the Marianas Trench, you've got another think coming...
The sibling below me has been sucking on way too many helium baloons today...
Unfortunately the pressure is not high enough to cause euphoria.
The sibling below me loves oxygene narcosis
Unfortunately, the dentists still use cocaine derivatives.
The Sibling below me wishes they weren't derivatives.
At least not the financial evil sorcery types.
The sibling below me also prefers originals
It's difficult, though, since I'm naturally averse to stealing from art galleries.
The Sibling below me is averse to verse.
I am without rhyme and reason
The sibling below me announces rabbit season
The rabbits tell me that it's completely unneccessary, since they are always in season!
The sibling below me puts Duck sauce on his/her rabbit.
But it's this kind (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pressed_duck) of sauce.
The Sibling below me uses excessive amounts of Latin.
Dubitasne me scire linguam istam? Etsi Romani foramina ani et lingua simile eius tertii imperii eam non ignoro.
The sibling below me has to stop his/her cat from eating the computer mouse.
They play a game of cat-and-mouse until I unplug the cat. Can't do it the other way, since the mouse is wireless.
The Sibling below me knows where computers are in this food chain.
(http://www.henning-schoettke.de/archiv/images/11taobe.gif)
http://www.henning-schoettke.de/archiv/images/11taobe.gif
What you told me about computers, Dr.Libido, has impressed me greatly.
But I don't believe that they can replace humans in all areas.
The sibling below me knows whether plants eating plants is cannibalism
Yes, but I'm not telling.
The sibling below me is baking scones at the moment, but has forgotten to use self raising flour.
self raising floor = elevator?
The sibling below me has no time for legasthenic wannabee comics
Of course not! I have much more important things to attend to... no I don't.
The Sibling below me is glad that Chatty's back.
Very. Hopefully her liver will get better.
The sibling below me is stressing his/her liver right now.
No, the eagle does. Signed: William. J . Prometheus, civil engineeer
The sibling below me lives in fear of the great green arkleseizure.
Indeed I do.
The sibling below me only sees the "green flash" through the bottom of a Tanqueray bottle.
Heck! if you drink from the bottle's mouth you will see a green flash indeed!
The sibling below me prefers to drink spirits in a sensible way by filling a small cup, drinking it and filling it again...
One of my favorite small cups is from Colorado, and is adorned with the symbols for difficulty of ski slopes, going from "easiest" at the bottom of the glass to "most difficult" at the top...
The Sibling below me thinks it should include a double black diamond.
As long as they don't dissolve in the liquid.
The sibling below me is going to lower the drawbridge
Assuming it doesn't completely fall down, like London Bridge.
The Sibling below me pitches about wildly at high pitches.
My wildest pitching is a bid to stop the misuse of Sibling with a capital S in this thread.
The sibling below me is puzzled.
Meet the honorary siren.
the sibling below me is very serene
And sibilant, too.
The (lowercase) sibling below me is a case study.
The (uppercrust) sibling below the sibling above studies cases studying themselves.
The sibling below me has seen the blue light.
A nice side effect of travelling beyond the speed of light outside a vacuum
The sibling below me lights the house with Cerenkov bulbs
Yes, I do. Happened upon the idea while drinking Molotov Cocktails. The blue is soothing.
The Sibling below me thinks that the flashlight is supposed to work like a Tesla coil.
actually, I thought that the Tesla coil was supposed to work like a flashlight. maybe i'm getting my light-sensitive inventions mixed up.
the person below me is, simply put, abed.
Or should be, at least.
The sibling below me thinks this thread is actually connected to TOP through some quantum hyperbole.
Something involving spin pairs I presume.
The sibling below me takes pleasure in grilling krill, culling bulls and breeding birds (the "and" connects culling and breeding not bulls and birds).
I also Jump Pumps, Hog Dogs, and Find Minds.
The Sibling below me is now thinking of putting me on retainer to find theirs from time to time...
Oh, would you, could you? I'll go try to find my old retainer. I haven't used it since the seventh grade.
The sibling below me wears a prosthetic forehead on his/her real head.
It's called a helmet.
The sibling below me whips the top
Perhaps.
The sibling below me likes to meander.
the problem is the vertigo, if I do it too fast
The sibling below me does not realize that sanskdwuh dhdjksm c,heljkejkew, Help!
I did not know that, but now that you've mentioned it, it's now on my list of eventual study subjects.
The sibling below me dances on the ceiling.
Could somebody please switch of both the ceiling radiator and the gravity reversal device?!
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Memo to Self: Do not go into PUB late in evening if you can't drink alcohol!
The Sibling below me knows exactly what I'm talking about.
I never get drunk because I fear what will emerge once the rational control is switched off even temporarily.
My bets are 1) singing of Nazi songs 2) acts of cruelty
I could probably not live with that.
The sibling below me fears to be a crypto Hobbesian.
Better than being a crypto Calvinist, though.
The Sibling below me thinks the weather report ought to be given in Kelvin.
Still beats Rankine.
What about giving not a temperature but a substance that melts/evaporates at that temperature?
It's acetone at the moment but it is expected that it will be paranitrophenol in a few hours.
The sibling below me would prefer the pressure necessary to keep water liquid at a given temperture instead.
But only if said pressure is expressed in mmHg.
The sibling below me prefers the pieze as a unit of pressure.
No mercury, use indium alloy!
The sibling below me will tell us the definition of 3 especially obscure units
With pleasure.
1 firkin = 40.91481 kg
1 hertz/dioptre = 1 m/s
1 Metric inch = 25mm, a rounded off version of the 25.4mm inch.
The sibling below me thinks O'Reilly computer books should start putting more obscure animals on the covers.
Has the Fox diversified?
The sibling below me will persuade Ann Coulter to write My Pet Goat - The Sequel
Once she has kids with Michael Moore.
The sibling below me doesn't want to think about that.
No, I want to descend into a full on TV dinner experience.
The sibling below me is wired.
Not yet. Haven't had a four-shot espresso.
The Sibling below me thinks that's nothing.
Freakin' maiden's water, that's what that is!
But there again, I've been dealing with jjj! :ROFL:
Quote from: Alpaca on August 19, 2007, 05:02:45 PM
Once she has kids with Michael Moore.
According to one of his books he had a dream where he was visited by his granddaughter Ann Coulter Moore (but could not explain the reason) ;D
The sibling below me will tell us what "jjj" stands for
I like Auntie's theory on the matter.
The sibling below me thinks batteries should be infinite.
But then they wouldn't ftr in the case.
the sibling below me follows the parallels to infinity to check, whether they cross
Unfortunately, I still haven't gotten there. Only a bit more.
The sibling below me tries to approach infinity from the positive side.
lim tan (90°-epsilon)
epsilon ->0
The sibling below me tries the asymptotical approach
But my dear, religiously fanatical calculus teacher said, "There's only one man who can approach infinity from the right side, and you're not him."
The sibling below me finds calculus and religion to be an odd combination.
Pascal was a calculating bastard ;D
The sibling below me finds that remark rather blaise.
That's the sort of pun that makes me keel over in pain.
The sibling below me hates getting hauled in a keeled state.
I always have to get new knee caps when it happens. Such a mess!
The Sibling below me has boxed a hat.
Really tough opponent. Toughest I ever fought.
The sibling below me thinks it would help to run up stairs repeatedly.
It worked for Rocky, didn't it?
The Sibling below me has had it.
Indeed I have. And it was wonderful.
The Sibling below me knows the national anthem of Mali, but won't sing it because of The Fear.
If that results in fear with you, you should better not listen to the anthem of Mauretania (http://david.national-anthems.net/mr.htm).
The sibling below me turns in horror
Indeed. That induces serious shuddering.
The sibling below me thinks it's better than some musical theater stuff...
Noone who had to suffer Alban Berg would think otherwise :(
The sibling below me thought more of wannabe Broadway when making above comment
It's worse in high school, when not only are they untalented (blithely unaware, of course, and snobbish because they think they're the hottest thing), but their vocal chords haven't developed yet, either.
But when making the comment, I was actually thinking of some of the "music" I've had to play.
The sibling below me has an uncanny ability to target "sibling below me" comments at specific people, and hit the mark.
Enough random shots and a hit is almost guaranteed, especially if very vaguely worded.
The sibling below me will take the essence of the meaning rather ambiguously.
The bottle recommends not to take too specific doses of essence of meaning.
The sibling below me enjoys making threads float to the top.
That indicates high fat content.
The sibling below me is highly unsaturated.
And perhaps a little confused.
The Sibling below me takes pot shots.
Well, several other kinds of shots, but not pot shots. It's illegal here in Tennessee.
The Sibling below me plays well with others.
And not in a "priesthood" kind of way, either.
The sibling below me wants to see the rap group "Priests in the 'hood."
Their lead is proably called Rob ;D
The sibling below me wants a Robin Hood movie with scifi setting.
what, this is unusual?
The sibling below me thinks that "...Only, they're robots!" is the best ending to a sentence possible.
A last or death sentence maybe ;D
th esibling belwo me wilk ihnore allllllllllllllllllllllllllkteh txpohs.l
...Hmmmm? I think I missed what Swato said. It was Swato, wasn't it?
The Sibling below me is 3l33t.
You d89r 2 s127p A\__/ me l-Eisenhower t-^- ?
the sibling below me will heidegger the sibling below him or her (that's up to her or him)
Because he/she is a rotton old burger.
The sibling below me is meat.
Yum! Err, wait.
The sibling below me wants it out of their mind. Now!
"Get out of my dreams
Get into my car..."
The sibling below me misses the 80s despite how miserable (s)he was then.
Oh, to be back in school! (I miss Latin but could do very well without German classes)
The sibling below me would like to interview Napoleon but does not speak French well enough.
I also happen to be alive.
The sibling below me dances to the hold music on the telephone.
A lady recently spent 20 hours recently in the helpline of the Telekom (2 units of 8 hours, then she could only last 4 before at last losing her patience)
No joke, it was in the serious papers.
The sibling below me composes muzac as a guilty pleasure
No, but I have taught myself to play on the piano one bit of hold music I hear often.
The sibling below me needs fewer fingers.
That danged pinky keeps getting in the way...
The Sibling below me knows what George Gershwin's epitaph reads.
Doesn't read anything - epitaphs are illiterate.
The Sibling below me knows for real.
But I will not tell you! :D
The sibling below me isn't happy with that answer.
But not unhappy, either.
The sibling below me likes ambivalence. Or doesn't that much, sometimes.
Well I used to be indecisive, but now I'm not so sure...
The sibling below me is into ramps...
My ramp goes up to 11. Oh, wait.
The sibling below me likes precipitates, but not precipitation.
But only if it is too cold. If is hot as it was today, I thank the rain gods for it.
The sibling below me carries a poncho every day.
I should work on being nicer... I get so many fingers, it's kind of depressing.
The person below me needs more fingers. Many. More. Fingers.
Chicken fingers that is.
The sibling below me isn't thinking in food all the time.
Occasionally I am distracted by thoughts of drinking or sex.
The sibling below me isn't in no way not the negative of what nothing of this is not about.
Nested negations are my specialty. :mrgreen:
The sibling below me is usually awake at 5:30 AM
About the time to go to bed after having read the morning papers (delivered at about 5am).
OK, usually I go to sleep at about 3am.
Thesiblingbelowmefindssomethingmissinghere.
Space is the place...
The sibling below me enjoys open spaces.
In__________________________________________________________deed.
The sibling below does a dance of joy because Gonzo has gone at last
...but my dance is somewhat cramped by the spector of Michael Chertoff. "La la - oof! La la - oof!"
The sibling below me plans to carve her/his Halloween pumpkin to look like Chertoff.
I don't want to scare the lil ones that much.
The sibling below me is going to empty a bottle within the next week.
I may, if Chertoff becomes the Attorney General.
The sibling may empty several bottles if that happens.
because apart from tea about everything I drink comes from bottles it is very likely independent of Bush's personnel choices.
The sibling below me will become bald within this century
I can predict with some certainty that this is indeed likely.
The sibling below me drives wombats to despair.
it's not hard. all you have to do is play Cher for three hours.
Hey! the sibling below me likes Cher!
if a -ries is added (sour please).
The sibling below me dates a blind clairvoyant
well, untill she had that vision that she'd kill me three months into our relationship...
the person below me can't go to bed without a glass of warm milk and a heartfelt sing-a-long session to "My Heart Will Go On"
And then pickled onions before I go back to my room...
The sibling below me wishes it all weren't so complicated.
actually I just wish I wasn't so constapated.
the sibling below me wants me to call them when I'm sober. (as opposed to, y'know, HAMMERED)
But you'll have to identify yourself because I won't recognize your sober voice.
The sibling below me is designing a perspiration-proof 'puter that can be used in a sweat lodge.
It is driven by perspiration!
the sibling below me is ready to expire within the millenium.
Yes, but I'm not telling you which Millenium.
The sibling below me only eats pickled eggs on Thursdays if the postman arrives before 10 AM
otherwise they begin to smell..
The sibling below me no longer cooks iguana eggs.
I found that the full iguana is a better meal.
The sibling below me opens the mail with a katana
My years spent training in the wılds of China in that ruined temple were not in vain. İ am very good at reconstructing strips of words, though.
the Sibling below me ıs mortally afraid of dinner.
I tend to confuse it with (http://www.doenerhaus.net/images/doenertier.jpg)
The sibling below me thinks that it looks quite harmless
It looks harmless, unless that nose...
The sibling below me is terrified of the Dönertier
Don't say there is one in the area. I am low on ammo.
The sibling below me is going to produce a movie: The Night of the Living Dönertier
As long as I don't have to direct it.
The sibling below me thinks his/her toes look like little spacemen.
It is the dark background of my sandals.
The sibling below me has his/her feet cold.
Feet straight out of the oven are no good.
The sibling below me incorrectly arranges words into compound words.
I'd never learned German
The sibling below me speaks Italian fluently
Except, the catch is, it's not Italian.
The sibling below me thinks we should just go back to Latin.
Sung Latin that is
The sibling below me likes latin music
:mrgreen:
I'm particularly a fan of the Aeneid performed on the lyre.
The sibling below me thinks this thread has gone far too long without a mention of the dönertier.
It didn't took him that long (with that long nose of his).
The sibling below me prefers a danish.
I prefer to give Danish to Sherlock.
The sibling below me thinks of nothing.
Zen, Zen, Zen
Don't mix it with management or body goes into shutdown mode (Dilbert)
The sibling below me wants to meet Dogbert
I would love to ask him how he keeps his glasses on his little doggy snout.
The sibling below me would prefer to see a stuffed toy that looks like a bowl of granola.
I haven't figured out if the bits of granola will be separate plushies, though.
The sibling below me knows that in the end, it all comes down to glue.
Langage goes soft and people having no clue get stuck.
The sibling below me dreams of president Brownback
Nightmares to be specific.
The sibling below me doesn't understand how some people is capable of having breakfast while reading/watching the news.
I always have breakfast with the newspaper. But I'm careful to start with the comics and lighter stuff and leave the front page heavies for last.
The sibling below me is so far below me he/she has actually travelled through the earth, circled the universe, gone through a wormhole and is now above me.
Even twofold and descending.
The sibling below me will be above me once (s)he posts and I notice that (s)he has.
Provided I get to the top of the page.
The sibling below me is on the verge of spaming to get a higher post count.
What do you mean with "on the verge"? This is spam production on a scale that could feed half of Africa.
The sibling below me is against virtual feedings
Actually I'm fed up with 'em.
The sibling below me is not hungry at all.
Due to me having eaten breakfast just half an hour ago.
The sibling beloe me is a hungry Hungarian and will be thirsty on Thursday
...and friday, and saturday, and sunday...
The sibling below me mixes his own drinks
Heck yes! Fresh-squeezed orange juice!
The sibling below me thinks it could do with some other ingredients.
Juice does not need squeezing. It#s for going down the throat, provided the throat is not squeezed at the moment.
The sibling below me is squeaking
Oh, sorry. That was my chair.
The sibling below me thinks chairs need an update.
A cushion will do for the moment.
The sibling below me paints while biking
I also bike while painting.
The person below me is the doormouse.
I would if I knew what a doormouse is.
The sibling below me eats mice.
I even produce micelles
the sibling below me has a three-eyed snake
You could say that if you count...
The sibling below me will change the subject
I can't think why we should proceed.
The sibling below me will subject him/herself to anouther round
I would gladly if somebody served me another.
The sibling below me is thisty
Do you mean affcted by thistles?
the sibling below me is... what the heck is (s)he?
I
Am
Unspeakable!!
The sibling below me lost his speech.
Therefore I'll have to improvise.
Friends, Toadfish, Oceandwellers...
The sibling below me wields spoon and fork
The spoon is mightier than the fork!
The sibling below me would go to war with a spoon
Spawn not spoon. That of Cthulhu.
The sibling below me will visit Y'han thlei soon.
Actually, Han-guk, not Y'han thlei.
The person below me consumes their own weight in oxygen every day.
It always gives me the hiccups.
The sibling below me can become invisible, but only when no-one is looking.
No one looks at me! I am practically invisible!
The sibling below me uses a NMP field
Is that an improved version of the SEP field generator (one where one has not to paint oneself pink)?
The sibling below me could murder a curry
That would be bad for my korma, I mean karma.
The sibling below me believes karmas have sutures.
I should have inspected those brakes better.
The sibling below me is due for his 50.000km inspection.
I simply forgot to do it after walking once round the earth* and now I am 10.000 km from the qualified inspector.
*and it took some holiness to cross the Atlantic on foot
The sibling below me is outwardly hollow
And inwardly mobile. Er.
The sibling below me thinks the word "yuppie" would be more fun with extra vowels.
I think it would be better with less vowels. :P
I wanna be a yrppie again. ;)
The sibling below me is an orpie
Is that a male harpy?
The sibling below me casts a giant shadow.
when the spotlight is in position.
The sibling below me isn't sleepy
Only my eyes are tired. The rest of me is dancing around like a banshee.
The sibling below me has seen a banshee dance.
And I don't want to repeat the experience.
The sibling below me has met the supernatural.
I prefer the mundane-natural. ;)
The sibling below me wants to see his/her name in lice.
But not my true name !
The sibling below me wobbles creatively when mildly stimulated.
Depends on the mild stimulant. But it's probably a fair statement for those from the genera Paullinia, Ilex, Coffea, Camellia and 'specially Areca. :mrgreen:
The sibling below me consumes products from species in all of the above.
It's my favourite cocktail.
The sibling below me has an excellent wiggle factor.
in my belly :-[
The sibling below me refuses to diet
I went the opposite direction. ;)
Unhealthy eating to gain weight....
The sibling below me eats only fruits staring with the letter K.
How about with vitamin K? (kiwi's are nice but too much of a good thing...)
The sibling below me is crazy about strawberries.
I am crazy about strawberries, especially when they're hot off the vine.
The sibling below me is bothered by uglifruit.
I am very bothered by the ® symbol as part of the name.
The sibling below me doesn't like trademarks
Only in my dreams, they are, perhaps, my seventh favorite fruit, and I can't get them around here, and can't eat them (medical reasons) if I could get them! SO YES! I AM BOTHERED BY UGLIFRUIT, NOW THAT YOU"VE MENTIONED THEM!
The sibling below me just ducked.
Sorry Zono, everyone ignore my post!
Quote from: Sibling Zono (anon1mat0) on September 07, 2007, 04:43:10 PM
I am very bothered by the ® symbol as part of the name.
The sibling below me doesn't like trademarks
They carry the mark of the traidor
the sibling below me commits tradecherry
What can I do? The rum is over.
The sibling below me abhors alcohol.
No. Alcohol abhors me. Just been attacked by a particularly viscious wine.
The sibling below me makes anthills out of molehills.
I call it "nest reduction surgery".
The sibling below me remembers the last words of General Custer.
"Dammit?"
The Sibling below me has a muffin hidden away.
Crumpets, actually, six of 'em.
The sibling below me knows what to do about crumpets...
Change the first letter and blow them.
The sibling below me thinks that a bondgirl is the wife of a bondslave
Because James Bond is into S&M
The sibling below me misses Roger Moore
I never was good with the sniper rifle.
the sibling below me will run around in squares
That's the nature of the square dance.
The sibling below me likes merengues
Merengues are SO much better than meringues, but they do tend to be a bit heavy on the pie.
She sibling below me wants kumquat meringue pie.
Please! Can I have seconds if I like it?
The sibling below me rules with an iron dessert cart.
Yes, as a frequent producer of desserts around here, I do.
The Sibling below me has a muffin tucked away for a rainy day.
Well, I DID, but a certain furperson, who shall remain Schnauzoid, ate it.
The person below me likes furpersons, but doesn't want to share a dinnerplate with one.
My furperson is not very good at sharing. She wants it all. Plus, she isn't hampered by utensils. It's not fair!
The sibling below me would back a furperson to run for president.
At least any of his decisions wouldn't harm the environment.
The sibling below me thinks a hamster is more intelligent than the incumbant
Plus considerably more honest.
The sibling below me thinks political races should be races.
With obstacles.
And pursuit.
Maybe snipers.
And Maya treatment of cheaters
The sibling below me plays Pocatoc
But no beheadings for the losers.
The sibling below me much rather have them pay for the drinks after the game.
Much! Especially if I'm on the winning team!
The sibling below me will choose the next round.
I choose the next oval and rectangle too.
The sibling below me is afraid of pirates.
Specifically those who may profit from your ideas without giving credit.
The sibling below me still downloads mp3s.
Heck, I still download laundry. :P
The sibling below me squats by the side of the road and rubs gravel into his hair.
It's just my way of distracting you from my diabolical plans to take over the universe-- I'm starting with making this road a toll road.
The sibling below me runs away from home on a regular basis.
Rarely running. I prefer to walk briskly
the sibling below me is no fan of Brittle Spears
However pickle spears are very nice
The sibling below me once flew in a hot air balloon
Perhaps?
The Sibling below me throws muffin rolls.
But only if those are stale.
The sibling below me catches candy with his/her mouth
Thrown at distances in the millimeter range.
Tze sibling below me will volunteer for the chairforce
That's a video game, right?
The sibling below me wants a virtual reality headset
I can't afford a real headset, so I have to settle for a virtual one.
The sibling below me is speaking with a Russian accent today.
Or is it Colombian? We're all mobsters anyway, right? ;)
The sibling below me is stereotypical.
I typically watch and listen in stereo. Typing in stereo is more difficult.
The sibling below me is a 4-dimensional entity
If we live in a hyper-sphere it is safe to assume that we all are 4th dimensional entities.
The sibling below me wants to buy a hypercube shadow.
Yes. But what I'll do with it, I do not know.
The sibling below me has a pie their future.
And many people too, unless they are diabetic (or can you eat a diet pie?).
The sibling below me is researching recipes for cake.
(There's sugar free pie.)
Yes, I want to find the perfect recipe for red velvet cake.
The sibling below me can quote fellow siblings at length.
But I don't have the time and will not waste the space.
The sibling below me has no qualms about wasting either
[I wasted time, now time doth wast me]
waste not want not
the sibling below me is an actual rocket scientist
Does wishing qualify?
The sibling below me wants to build a multistage rocket with common fireworks.
I can probably get the fun kind to start with.
The Sibling below me uses Christmas fruit cake as a door stop.
No, for that purpose old Lebkuchen is better.
The sibling below me has a patent on an improved custard pie thrower
Y'arrggghhh! It be a clown with big arms from lifting polka-dot weights.
The sibling below me will Talk Like a Pirate to the next person who calls on the phone.
Me new fangled cordless speakin' tube thingy rang jist as Oi was readin' Opas post.
So Oi did as instructed. It wus me bruvver. An' being a true scion o' the family, 'e joined roight in.
The Sibling below me has a fruit fetish.
I Must Have Fruit! Especially when the fruit in question is warming itself happily on a Hottie.
The sibling below me believes in warm beer.
Oh, I believe it exists, I simply don't drink it.
The sibling below me doesn't like dark beer.
its not so much that I don't like it- I just don't know it well enought yet to be really intimate with it
the sibling below me is amazingly cute
Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the cutest of them all?
The sibling below me knows what the $%*@!#$ mirror said.
It said "You're cracked!" and when i looked again, sure enough, there was a crack across my face! >:(
The sibling below me is floating above his/her computer chair.
It's amazing what a little concentration can do.
The Sibling below me starts holiday shopping in June
I don't do special holiday shopping at all.
The sibling above me who will be the sibling below me meant buying holidays in a shop
(I am pretending to be Kanaloa shopping for holidays. I'll take two halloweens and a new year's, please.)
The sibling below me and the sibling above me are of one mind.
Om!
The sibling below me picks holes in buckets.
Actually, I kick holes in pickle buckets...
The sibling below me has a distinct opinion about pickled ANYTHING.
Close, Op. Two Halloweens and a St. Patrick's day (no, not for drinking [alcohol = blegh] it's an excuse to wear green).
I like most anything pickled--especially watermelon pickles.
The sibling below me cant speell too gud.
I lernd to speel frum a LOLcat. K,tkx, bai!
The sibling below me would LOVE to have a cheeseburger.
Cat can has cheezburger!
The sibling below us will learn LOLcats and program the site in it.
Once I have accomplished that, you have my written permission to drop me into the nearest Nut-hatch, as that would be a sign that I'd finally lost my mind.
The sibling below me thinks I'm talking about birds.
My bird-brain doesn't do "computer"-- what I manage is purely by accident/ lots of practice and of course my stellar flirting skills so I can get help when needed. ;)
The sibling below me always falls asleep during the nightly news.
Well, since we don't have television her so I don't ever see the nightly news, but I'm sure there's always nightly news playing SOMEWHERE, in a global sense, yes, I certainly do!
The sibling below me wants to diagram the above sentence, but can't figure out WHY.
It must be my inner grammar professor, whom I supress so successfully that me make many mistake in wrtting.
The sibling below me has a secret urge to put grapes up her/his nose.
As if my nose weren't stuffed enough already ::)
The sibling below me has better uses for grapes
Starting with eating them.
The Sibling below me throws cookies.
Only because I am a very sharing sibling.
The sibling below me is insane.
NAturally.
The Sibling below me is Cary Grant in disguise.
Dammit!
No-one was supposed to know!
And my plans for World Domination come to naught once more. Back to the Evil Lair to hatch a NEW dastardly plan.
Curse you, Kanaloa, and your pertinent observations....
The Sibling below me loves post holes.
They make it much easier to put up a new fence.
The sibling below me has a brilliant plan for escaping the clutches of the Evil Squiddies.
It involves a deep fryer and some seaweed.
The sibling below me has plans that involve tempura.
But only if the sushi isn't good enough
The sibling below me eats more tuna than (s)he should.
Occasionally someone forces me to. Then I have to put a bucket over my head.
The sibling below me hasn't ever done that thing they aren't supposed to do.
But that would be a lie. And I mustn't lie.
The Sibling below me has "Opinions"
I do, but not about anything.
The sibling below me will do anything.
Anything, that is, to avoid doing certain things...
The sibling below me just doesn't care.
Meh.
The Sibling below me used to be indecisive, but just doesn't know anymore.
I've never known, or have I?
The sibling below me doesn't want to know.
Never have, never will. I'm a happy idiot.
The sibling below me has a well thought out plan.
I thought I did, but now I've misplaced it.
The sibling below me has a poorly thought-out plan that suits her/him just fine.
My plan is to deal with it when time comes.
The sibling below me has struck a deal.
True. I won't run far away from my Mom if she doesn't drive me crazy. However, SHE is crazy, and won't stick to her part of the deal...
The sibling below me has better dealmaking luck.
In my experience only the devil and his associates make good deals (for themselves, obviously).
The sibling below me is reviewing furiously a number of deals (s)he has made in the past.
And most of them have been pretty good (WWII dress blues Lt. Commander jacket for $25? Yeah, good deal.)
:devil2:
The Sibling below me has suspicions about my origins.
Not really. I care about detinations more than origins, and yours seem good to me.
The sibling below me doesn't know where (s)he is going.
But I do know where I'm coming from.
The Sibling below me has 'laser grade' garlic breath.
More like flamethrower.
The sibling below me prefers 'butchering' to 'surgical'
Hackers of the world unite.
The sibling below me has hacked President Bush's Xbox.
That sounds positively naughty and I refuse to do it.
To him.
The sibling below me has other ideas in mind.
Well I did, but then I left my mind open they all flew out again.
The siling below me sells bubble gum to squidlings.
Oh, its the special kind so they go to their squid tower.
The sibling below me is calculating the stress of the fully loaded tower.
I've never been much at calculating, though I am an expert on stress, so I'll just hope all is well.
The sibling below me prefers to give stress rather than suffer with it!
Oops! double post, but it still strangle fits ???
Ummm, let's see <sticks tongue out corner of mouth>, Stress equals mass of tower multiplied by height in metres, divided by mean width in metres, divided by tensile strength of main load bearing members, plus the coefficient of drag of the tower multiplied by the wind velocity in knots, multiplied by the number of resident squidlings divided by ten, plus the volume of water in the tanks in litres less one tenth of the volume of gas emitted per diem by the decaying material at the bottom of the tanks, plus the average age of squidlings in milliseconds, divided by the number you first thought of...
The sibling below me understands what I just wrote...
Naw, the metric units threw me off. Otherwise it would have been quite clear.
The sibling below me wears litrehosen.
But only in the privacy of my own home. After all, I have to think of the children.
The sibling below me wants to resurrect this thread.
Provided I don't get Frankensteined for it.
The sibling below me is 6.632 feet under
Yes, under my roof.
The Sibling below me has a soft spot for folk dancing. Particularly Morris Dancing.
But not the stick and bucket dance! (at least not in public) ;D
The sibling below me went to St.Trinian's school for girls
But not as a student. ;)
The sibling below me wouldn't go back to his teenage years.
Hm, some things would have a certain appeal (especially if I could instigate a certain girl to take a cancer test in time).
But it would probably not be allowed to keep one's experiences (a la Groundhog Day).
The sibling below me would love a groundhog for a pet.
Damn right, ther's good eatin' on one o' them thar critters.
the Sibling below me is ambidextrously challenged.
which explains why I constantly drop scones.
The Sibling below me will watch this video with good grace.
[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/v/J9PKO5WyPpg&rel[/youtube]
I prefer Bad Grace. She's a lot more fun at a party.
The sibling below me is in denial.
Darned right I am, and I intend to stay there until forced out. (Probably Monday when my oncologist gets in touch with me after reading the e-mail from the pathologist, which was cc'd to me by accident.)
The sibling below me wants chocolate.
Of course I do. Why would I not?
the Sibling below me dances with the HF Trio.
Wrong trio...I prefer the Nairobi Trio.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Uw03hS_EMY
The sibling below me just DANCES!!
Dance like a butterfly, sting like a bee.
The sibling below me didn't like "Dances with Wolves".
They are so bad on two legs and I am not a dancer either.
The sibling below me has a pen friendship with the devil's granny.
Yeppers, the pen being the one that signs my paychecks.
The sibling below me would sell his or her soul to The Man for a bucket of cheerios.
Provided I have a soul to sell.
The sibling below me works as a soul accountant.
Well, at least that's what I call it. My children seem to have alternate opinions...
The sibling below me knows the true airspeed velocity of a swallow...
Flies swallow at a rate of...sorry, I'm lysdexic.
The sibling below me prefers tea to coffee.
I certainly do. Coffee is for grown-ups and I REFUSE to grow up.
The sibling below me knows the difference between childlike and childish.
Yes. Childlike rhymes with spike. Childish rhymes with fish.
The sibling below me has an uncle that make moonshine.
in post-production. It looks shiny and dreamy. ;)
The sibling below me doesn't mix spirits.
Ghosts and specters in the same house can cause all sorts of problems.
The sibling below me drinks demon rum.
Yes. And the name of the demon is Bundaberg OP. Yum!
The sibling below me prefers gin
By necessity at the moment, as I have a Very Large Bottle of Bombay Sapphire open, and a Somewhat Smaller Bottle to follow.
But I'd trade it for a bottle of Bundy OP.
The sibling below me had a rather unfortunate incident due to a literal interpretation of the name 'garter snake'.
Also a dyslexicone. Fortunately the garden snake was not a rattle one
The sibling below me also knows the second and third stanza of his/her country's national anthem
Of course I do. It goes...
Humhum hum hum hum hum, humhum hum hum hum hum...
The sibling below me like to play his national anthem on an air guitar.
Then I light my air guitar on fire, like Jimi Hendrix!
The sibling below me plays the air bassoon.
Quite badly.
The Sibling below me would like to throw my air bassoon.
Actually, I'd like to stick it where...well...someplace.
The sibling below me once played in a garage band.
Yes, we played in an air garage.
The sibling below me was once the mechanic for a garage band,
Well, someone had to do the tune up.
The sibling below me once road a motorcycle up and down the street of dreams.
Well, not quite, but I almost ate a Dreamsicle up and down the Motor City.
The Sibling below me gets down with Mototwn.
Well, Miltown gets me down...
The sibling below me self-combusts
But I TRY to control my temper...
The sibling below me has plans for the weekend.
I always plan to do nothing, but every time something thwarts my plans.
The sibling below me has more success in his/her plans than me.
Not exactly. I plan to take over the universe, but I'm still working on it.
The sibling below it working on his own fiendish plan.
My own fiendish plan being trying to figure out what the %&*# it is that I'm supposed to be doing in this world.
The sibling below me once had all the answers. What happened to them, anyway?
They got obscured by the details. :rofl:
The sibling below me has grey-tinted glasses to help see the shades of grey.
I had to give up my peril sensitive sunglasses after Bush came into office. I couldn't see a thing.
The sibling below me keeps his towel close at all times.
With three big dogs, I have to keep my towel closed at all times, or the results would be err startling.
The sibling below me now wants to borrow my dogs.
That was when I was young and stupid. Now I'm not young anymore...
The sibling below me can sleep on his right side.
Yes, but generally only for spooning. I sleep on my sinister side, and get up on that side of the bed, even though based on noise and light it's the less appealing side to face.
The sibling below me doesn't have a sinister side.
That's true. I only have a right side and a wrong side.
The sibling below me has lost his mind.
Can you help me find it?
The sibling below me reads all the food labels.
And I keep a little book listing all the B vitamins on the labels.
The Sibling below me once starred in a B movie.
If B stands for Bad, then yes (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0178062/) (technically not starring but appearing in a shot as a child).
The sibling below me wants to erase certain childhood memories.
I'm getting old enough that just happens on its own.
The sibling below me has nightmares about clowns.
Coulrophobia is one of my few phobias, but it's real.
( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coulrophobia )
The sibling below me knows the source of the quote "Can't sleep, clowns will eat me."
After reading Stephen King and Dean Koontz, I will never trust a clown again.
The sibling below me thinks "LiLo" is advice for escaped prisoners.
And I think "Lilo and Stitch" is advice for people who have lost their clothes.
The Sibling below me is thankful for something.
Yes. I am thankful that I have something to be thankful for. Sort of a meta-thankfulness.
The sibling below me put his performance of the macarena on YouTube.
Well, I meant to, but I was so brain-dead after doing the macarena that I forgot how.
The Sibling below me can think of something even more mortifying than the macarena.
Many things. How about listening one of dubya's speeches?
Unrelated, the sibling knows where Swato is.
Yes, he is hiding out with Frodo in Valinor.
The sibling below me once took a vacation to Mordor to see Mt. Doom.
I went to the tower of Dr Doom once, does that count?
The sibling below me loves attraction parks.
Only if they are strange attractors. Fractals are so cool.
The sibling below me once got lost on a Mobius strip.
Yes. I forgot, and closed the door.
The Sibling below me knows how I got out of the Mobius strip.
Jumping?
The sibling below me eat his/her drinks.
Well, I have been known to "chew" my wine.
The Sibling below me drinks his/her food.
That time is coming soon enough...
The sibling below wants to drink some ice cream.
Yes. A nice thick chocolate shake.
The sibling below me has a taste for ice cream and beer.
Yes and yes but not at the same time, although I sometimes wonder what an ice cream soda made on chocolate stout and vanilla ice cream would taste like. :P
The Sibling Below Me wants to show the world what he/she is made of.
I am made of chocolate stout and vanilla ice cream!
The Sibling below me is made of far finer stuff.
Dark chocolate and coffee, to be exact.
The Sibling below me wonders what they are made of.
Dark chocolate and Sandostatin, I think...
The sibling below me doesn't want any Sandostatin. (And I don't blame him...)
That's right. What I want is a real Coca Cola. God I miss real Coca Cola.
The sibling below me drinks diet water.
That's the ONLY diet thing I drink. (If you don't filter the water her, there are ALL kind of interesting things in it. Trihalomethanes are the least of our problems. Water should NOT be brown or gray, but ours is. Scary, yes.)
The sibling below me doesn't like the idea of crunchy brown water.
Heh, didya know that some genius plugged a sewer pipe to the potable water circuit in Palm Beach county apparently twice and there have been a boil water advisories in effect for weeks?
The sibling below me can't be drinking Evian all the time ::)
It makes me feel both naive and ass-backwards at the same time.
The Sibling below me has never even tried San Pellegrino.
Nope. Its water fer-christ-sakes!
The sibling below me wants some booze in his/her coffee.
Oyez, a shot of Kahlua and a shot of Jameson's would be lovely.
The Sibling below me got out into the sunshine today.
Pfffft. I wish. It rained all day. I was sad. Where is this LA sun I heard so much about?
The sibling below me knows why it rained.
Yup, I do, but I'm not tellin'!
The sibling below me would rather have rain than snow.
That is true, 5/6ths of the year. In December and January I prefer snow.
The Sibling below me has a voice that can move trash trucks.
In FL? I much rather have snow to cool this swamp!
The sibling below me needs a new shovel.
Actually, I do, but not a snow shovel. I need to transplant some 'volunteer' pecan treelets that are growing in the shade of our big pecan. And I need someone to operate the shovel as well.
The sibling below me is glad they don't live near me. ;D
How do you stop moles digging up your lawn? Take their shovels away.
If I lived near you I'd just send my moles over ;)
The sibling below me wakes up every time a plane lands on their house.
Well, I have never slept through a plane crashing into my house yet.
The sibling below me likes to fall asleep to the 1812 Overture.
The cannonade is always soothing and relaxing.
The sibling below me dances gregorian chants.
It's the beat, man. The beat. The beat goes straight to my feet.
The sibling below me plays video games for fun and profit.
Heck yes! Portals tournaments are amazing and well-funded.
The Sibling below me is pretty in pink.
No, actually that would be Cap'n DaveL...
The sibling below me wonders why Bluenose would look pretty in Cap'n DaveL
I'm not going to touch that line with a ten foot boarding pike.
The sibling below me wishes he had Bluenose's pirate scarf headwear.
How about with a 11 ft pole? (RPG gamer joke) ;)
Yes, I think Bluenose's checked scarf might match my past. ;)
The Sibling Below Me wonders if sapheads float better than blockheads...
Depends. If the block is made of styrofoam than it'd probably float better than the saphead.
The Sibling below me wonders if sapheads have anything to do with Sappho.
Of course I do, but then I wonder about everything.
The sibling below me thinks "Aphos" stands for "Always Pondering Highly Obtuse Statements".
Doesn't it?
The Sibling below me thinks Opsa stands for "Only Posts Sappy Answers"!
Yes. Yes I do.
The sibling below me thinks William Shatner is the greatest actor alive.
This is questionable.
The Sibling below me hates stupid jokes.
Oh no, my father was an electrical engineer and punned like crazy. I am programmed to LOVE stupid jokes! :D It's cruel jokes I can live without. :P
The Sibling below me knows what a mermaid's favorite drink is.
Navy rum on the rocks?
The sibling below me thinks submarine is a form of sex.
No I don't but I do think submarining is a vertical challenge.
The sibling before me is going to give up Politics.
Yes I am. It's a disgusting habit.
The sibling below me thinks nepotism is covered by Einstein's theory of relativity.
if you know my relatives, you'd know why I have NOTHING to do with relativity.
The sibling below me is relevant!
Yea, man, I'm fast...real fast :exclaim: :exclaim: :exclaim:
Oh...I thought you said relativistic.
The sibling below me is in a relative state of flux.
Probably. As long as it's not a bloody flux, I can live with it.
The sibling below me has not had a flu shot.
I never shoot flus. It's against my religion.
The sibling below me has gone to pot.
I've never done drugs, but I have gone to chocolate.
The sibling below me thinks chocolate should belong in its own food group.
And should be administered IV if needed...
The sibling below me is a purist, and disdains too much added 'stuff' in their chocolate.
Semi-sweet dark chocolate all the way.
The sibling below me wants a new bicycle for Xmas.
OMG, you're psychic, duje! I do want a bicycle for Christmas. I don't even care if it's new or not.
Might have to buy it for myself at an after-Christmas sale, if I can afford it!
The Sibling below me is more of a unicycle person.
Oh yes.
the Sibling below me has OPINIONS about white chocolate.
And they are, IF it's white, it's not chocolate. LOTS of things made with cocoa butter aren't chocolate, and my social group has agreed to call the "white chocolate" item "that weird whitish candy" so as to prevent the 60%, 70%, or 85% dark chocolate argumentation from going into overtime while we all make "ick-feh-yucky" noises about white "pseudochocolate".
It's not always bad (see Godiva) but it ain't chocolate.
The sibling below me thinks I may be a WEE bit too invested in chocolate. (Especially since I can't even eat much anymore.) :mrgreen:
Impossible to be over-invested in chocolate. Without chocolate the earth would stop spinning.
The sibling below me has long conversations with The Chocolate Yetti tribe every Sunday.
Yesh. Looooong ones, as they like to talk. But I learn a lot.
Just as a note: white chocolate, which as Chatty pointed out, ISN'T chocolate, is supposed to be marketed as "Alpine White", or so I was told.
The Sibling below me wonders who would call ANYTHING Alpine White that wasn't some sort of timber.
Well, I have to admit that white chocolate isn't really white and it really isn't chocolate...even though it does taste good.
The sibling below me is trying to get a medical degree by watching "Scurbs".
"Scurbs"? Isn't that the show about the streetsweepers? :devil2:
The Sibling below me knows what the Sibling above me really meant.
Yes, actually, I do. :D
We're a very knowledgable group here! ;)
The sibling below me knew that. :P
And i am awe struck !
The sibling below me can recall every medical tv show ever produced .
From Dr. Kildare on, at least...
The sibling below me wants to know what the heck Dr. Kildare was...
Cute.
The siblimg below me did a spit-take at that response. :P
Yes he was, and yes, I did.
Lost a bite of enormously yummy Caramelized Pear and Toasted Pecan Haagen Dazs Ice Cream, too...
The sibling below me wants caramelized pear now.
Do I ever!
The Sibling below me would settle for a carmelized onion.
Yes, I would. That's one of the yummiest ways to eat an onion. 9tastin' all browned and...ummm...kitchen....OH! Finish game, then kitchen... :doh!:
The sibling below me thinks a nice loaf of onion and garlic bread sounds tasty...
Good yes, with some humus, too.
the Sibling below me throws chickpeas.
Canned. More effective.
The sibling below me lives inside a chickpea can shelter.
We savin' up them cans, gonna use 'em to patch th' roof on th' outhouse.
The sibling below me fears the tin-can roofed outhouse.
After the ice storm we had last week, I fear any roof.
The sibling below me wishes his phone would go out for two weeks, too.
Well, my cell phone. Might stop the accidentally excessive conversations.
The Sibling below me always has to resist typing "Last Post" in this thread
Last Post
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D@mn!!!
Guess you were right.
The sibling below me uses a pair of old sneakers instead of flipflops in the shower.
Sneakers always get in when I take showers. If it's not Tom, it's Dick or Harry. Since they are there, it's an easy decision to make good use of them. But I'll keep quiet on the details.
The sibling below me can never keep quiet on details of anything.
So I can't resist telling you I sometimes do a little flipflopping with the old sneakers in the shower... :o
The sibling below me is now reaching for the mind-soap. The strong mind-soap.
Scrub! Scrub! Scrub! Scrub! Scrub! That image just won't go away!
Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
The sibling below me once used too much mind soap.
I got some in my Third Eye, and boy, did that smart.
The Sibling below me sees my third eye and raises me another eye.
If I win, I get both.
The sibling below me wonders what I'm going to do with four eyes.
Well, I'm a four-eyes and get along just fine...unless I break my glasses.
The sibling below me wants a new puppy for Christmas.
Yes, I do, but my old puppy wants to remain an only child. He loved (and picked on) his Baby Preston, but we're just not ready for more doggieosity at this moment. (Why do I gotta be the sensible one?)
The sibling below me wear glasses and contact lenses, but not at the same time.
Yup. Sorta defeats the purpose.
the Sibling below me has craaaaazy eyes.
Yes. They are on little springs and bob around when I move my head.
The sibling below me wears his glasses while sleeping to see his dreams better.
...or if I fall asleep while watching TV, which I'm afraid is rather often.
The Sibling below me wears a hearing aid inside out so he can hear himself think.
Now if I would just think of something worth listening to.
The sibling below me got lots of booty for Xmas.
A nice bordeaux, a pomerol and a cup of salmon caviar. :mrgreen:
The sibling below me still has some alcohol in his/her veins.
I'm pretty sure a few of the pomegranate seeds were a little fermented, so probably.
The Sibling below me has...plans...for a pomegranate.
Yes, yes I do. Bwahahahaha. It is the first step in my plan for world domination. Bwahahahahahahahahahahah.
The sibling below me has a secret plan of his own.
Well since it wouldn't be a secret anymore I can neither confirm nor deny that last bit about secret plans-- however do not enter the last door on the left or you will be dealt with in a harsh manner....
The sibling below me is now hungry for figgy-plum-steamed-brandy or whisky laced and fired pudding
I'll take both!
The Sibling below me is using his cell-phone light to try to locate the overhead lightswitch.
I'd turn on the lights, but the electricity is out.
The sibling below me knows where it went.
The eels took it, and now they are more electric than usual.
The Sibling Below Me wants to experiment with hamster powered computers.
I tried that once, but the cost of Purina Hamster Chow was too high.
The sibling below me has a different idea for a rodent powered appliance.
Nobody seems interested in the Ratwasher 2000, though. Maybe if I made it the 3000, for next millenium. :mrgreen:
The sibling below me wonders if the rats are washed or are doing the washing.
Perhaps it is a rat-powered washer of rats?
The sibling below me remembers the movie "Willard".
I do. I like rats, though, so I thought it was cute. I liked "Ben", as well. My sister had a pet rat. I once wrote an underground comic about punk rats. My Mom gave us the DVD "Ratatouille" for Christmas. It was ratastic.
The Sibling below me wonders if a cute movie could be made about fleas.
My sister was once bitten by a moose. No, really. She was carving her initials in its leg with the sharpened end of an interspace toothbrush.
Last Monty Python Post
The Sibling above me forgot how to put slashes through his o's.
The Sibling below me is all ready planning tomorrow's hangover remedy.
Which involves coffee, rosemary, sponges and lots and lots of not drinking.
The sibling below me wonders how many sponges one needs to mop up a drunk.
It's really a matter of WHAT was drunk to get him drunk.
The sibling below me will NOT confuse this game with the Last Post game, like I did my last time here.
That was in your last post, eh?
The sibling below me is a year ahead of me.
Or maybe 4 decades behind... (stuck in the 60's).
The sibling below me would like temperatures in the 60's.
Yes, I would. Or for those living outside the US...around 15-20 C.
The sibling below me wishes the US would get off its silly a$$ and use the metric system.
I thought the $ already got off the duodecimal system.
And soon it will be one Pound of Dollars equalling one Euro.
The sibling below me will us tell how much energy his/her body uses per day in BTU.
Erm, the equal of one caramel praline muffin?
The Sibling below me wonders where they can get such a delightful muffin.
Unfortunately the sibling below you ate too much supper to wonder any such thing.
The sibling below me has tainted feet.
ALL feet are tainted. Ugh.
the sibling below me has Theories about Cloverfield
Yes, I do. But no one will publish any of them.
The sibling below me once was published.
Without actually being the author. I just got added for proof-reading.
The sibling below me will use the writer strike in the US to make a fortune by submitting crappy scripts on the quiet. Hollywood will be desperately enough to produce the Mary Magdalene action thrillers, starring Angelina Jolie as Mary M, Justin Timberlake as St.Paul and Tom Cruise as evil Pontius Pilate. Beware the attack of the mechanical Judas!
Don't tempt me! (Someone just sent me a DVD of Ricky Gervais' "Extras: the first season" and I have a picture of Kate Winslet as a nun in my mind right now. I am giggling.)
The Sibling below me would like to bomb Hollywood and replace it with a statue of Ricky Gervais.
I thought about it, but realized that Ballywood pictures would just take over the market.
The sibling below me once starred in a Ballywood blockbuster.
As the token Gringo on the set. I was the blonde girl with the curls on the left, behind the sari'd dancer.
The sibling below me knows all of Bollywood.
Lots and lots of action. Everyone stops and starts singing and dancing. Repeat.
(Yes, I know. Culturally insensitive. But I really don't get Bollywood.)
The sibling below me wishes they were sleeping right now.
Who says I am not? But it would be sufficient to fall asleep once one goes to bed and to not wake up before the intended hour.
The sibling below me reads celebrity news for that purpose.
Only the Bollywood celebrity news. Hindi puts me right out.
The Sibling below me wonders if cave men had celebrities.
I think that is how religion started.
The sibling below me wants to start his own religion (for tax purposes).
Well if it's good enough for L.Ron it's good enough for DaveL (Ron)
The sibling below me has watched John Travolta's 'Battlefield Earth' 80 times and still loves it.
No. I am afraid I did watch it once, which was once too many. :puke:
The sibling below me is very glad we have a :puke: smiley.
I lobbied for it for ages! (true)
The sibling below me prefers smilies barfing to doing it personally
Yup. It's simply more powerful.
The Sibling below me knows where it is buried. And what 'it' is.
as a highly trained forensic anthropologist( :ROFL:--this is Dr. Flinn in response to that statement) I do in fact know where it is buried and what it is-- furthermore I can tell you with good accuracy "its" sex, age, stature, diet, and cause of 'death', time or date of death, peri-anti-post mortem happenings. I can also provide you a nifty drawing of the scene- provided I have a ruler and graph paper and can find North and a point of reference.( I was never good with freehand drawing 'scenes' and must have a compas to know where north is I don't just know like some of the smartypants I go to school with).
(however I plead the 5th to the question- do you know who/what buried it and why).
The Sibling below me once ate dinner with Cornelius from The Planet of the Apes.
Yes, and I must say that Dr. Cornelius is a very erudite fellow. But he does get a bit messy when eating bananas.
The sibling below me wants to make a movie where emus have taken over the world.
Better emus than corporations. Ooops, almost too late.
The sibling below me is contemplating either a desert or a dessert.
The fridge is not yet deserted by the latter.
The sibling below me is a fan of the Calamari Wrestler and can't stand the Squilla Boxer.
I really like how the Calamari Wrestler squirts ink into his opponent's eyes.
The sibling below me has an ink-stained shirt he claims is tie-dyed.
Not a believable excuse since I do not wear ties unless coerced.
The sibling below me would prefer the squidlings to imitate the Calamari Wrestler in doing more Zen meditation
(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x97/Swatopluk/calamari5.jpg)
http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x97/Swatopluk/calamari5.jpg
Combining squidlings and Zen seems an appropriate thing to do.
The sibling below me once wrote a book on Zen and the art of lawn mowing.
It CAN be very Zen if you know what you're doing.
The sbling below me will look up the video game 'Portal' on Wikipedia at their leisure.
edited to fix a spelling mistake
I actually finished portal. It is wonderful even if its too short.
The sibling below me wants to buy the song 'I'm still alive' from the game in amazon.
Indeed I do! But first, I'd better actually finish the game. (Got stuck in Room 14 or 15).
The Sibling below me cracks jokes about pie-eating rats.
Yes. See...There was this pie-eating rat walked into a bar and sat down.
The sibling below me will finish the joke.
and got thrown out for being under-aged.
The sibling below me has a better punch line.
Quote from: Aphos on January 07, 2008, 12:53:06 AM
Yes. See...There was this pie-eating rat walked into a bar and sat down.
The sibling below me will finish the joke.
The bartender yelled at the rat, "We don't serve no stinkin' rats in here!"
to which the rat replied, "Good! My sense of smell is exquisite. Got any pie?"
The sibling below me may elect to continue the tale, or may choose to ignore it completely.
This one time, at Bard camp...
The sibling below me knows where I got this from.
Nope. Never got to go to those sorts of summer camps. Was strictly the religious kind for this tyke.
I sometimes wonder how I might have turned out, had I had the chance to go to a 'science project' camp instead of fundie get-saved-every-night camp?
Who knows, I might still have some real faith left..... ::)
The sibling below me, on the other hand, really DOES know about Bard camp, and got to go.
Twice.
But after that second time, I was never let out of my mother's sight, much less Bard Camp.
The sibling below me knows about radio trolls.
Radio trolls are little guys in your radio that are responsible for the scratchy noise during thunderstorms. No? Well, I tried.
The sibling below me always checks the bridge for trolls.
They're afraid that a billy goat might be crossing the bridge, so they have me check it for them.
The sibling below me tries to convince bridge trolls to convert to veganism.
Nah, I'm an omnivore. I just try to convince them that Troll Bridges are an abysmal attempt to control the life and free movement of the ordinary citizen, and thus extremely repressive and regressive. If that doesn't work, I call in Comrad Goatie :goatflag: :goatflag: and let HIM talk to them.
The sibling below me doesn't like being repressed.
Help! Help! I'm being repressed!
The sibling below me knows the relative airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow.
But only for African swallows.
The sibling below me will move on to something completely different.
And now, a man with a tape recorder up his nose....
Or shall I stab someone with a banana? Like--the sibling below me.
*shoots Chatty and eats the banana, thereby disarming her*
The sibling below me will not eat bananas, as they feel that they are very far enough removed from their simian ancestors and will never invite them to dinner.
I admit it. I am a snob. I have never had a member of the great apes sit at my table.
The sibling below me knows why the apes are great.
But I promised them I would keep the secret.
The sibling below me knows why aardvarks exist.
So platypus have something to laugh at.
The sibling below me has the only recipe for platypus .
PLATYPUS
Platypus
Baker man, bake me a platypus fast as you can. Pat it and prick it and stick it in the oven and please send the Bill to Brother Cuzzen.
The Sibling below me is disappointed in my poor rhyming skills.
Your rhyming isn't as bad as mine
I think your rhyming is just fine
The sibling below me wishes we would stop rhyming.
I'd never try to stop you, but I must admit you're right.
The Sibling just below me thinks my ass is way too tight.
Here's some KY just in case. Or, perhaps some ExLax?
Oh-- not THAT sort of tight.... okay, so you look good in tight jeans, then?
Nothing wrong with that...
Nothing at all.
And, regardless of your gender, I am envisioning a nice pair of tight .... on a comely female human.
*sigh*
The sibling below me thinks I ought to get out more, and is very likely correct.
Yes, I think you should get out more socks and stuff them somewhere.
The sibling below me cannot stand rudeness.
Yes I can.
r
u
d
e
n
e
s
s
See?
The sibling below me likes a well honed insult.
Honed and Honeyed. mmmm Lots of honey. Sweet insult, show thyself (sounds like Shakespeare to me).
The sibling below me believes they can write Shakespearian plays in their sleep.
Yes, but I only believe it while I'm sleeping. But then, that is what dreams are for.
The sibling below me dreams of being the first person to reach Dallas by dog sled.
I've never found a good reason to go to Dallas yet. (OK not since 1970, for the Sate Fair musical.)
From here, that's north anyway...
The sibling below me might get from Broken Bow to Toronto by dogsled, but not with Chihuahuas...
Certainly not with Chihuahuas. Chihuahuas...like dogs, except smaller.
The sibling below me once sat on a Chihuahua by mistake.
I never notice small mistakes.
The sibling below me once courted a hare.
I'd do anything to get them to come closer. My hares keep receding.
TPBM also has a receding hare line.
I cope by brushing the longest strands down over my eyes. That way I can't see it.
The sibling below me's friends are all barbers.
Insomuch as I have friends, one could say accurately that all my friends are barbers. Once could just as accurately say that all my friends are seagulls.
The sibling below me can count their friends on one hand (which is one hand more than I need).
One hand, many fingers..... ancient Toadfish proverb
The sibling below me hands out hands.
I've got an agreement with the owner of the local second-hand shop.
The sibling below me paid ten cents on the dollar for a piano.
Actually, it was a Fender bass (true).
The person below me is searching the net for a picture of an exceptionally large pianist.
No use. My filter blocks those kinds of searches.
The sibling below me has a very nice candle board.
Well, I have a board and a very nice candle. Does that count?
The sibling below me plays Beethoven's Ninth on a kazoo.
Kazoo, basoon...they're similar.
The sibling below me is also similar.
No. I have it on good authority that I am quite bizarre.
The sibling below me want to be bizarre at the bazaar.
As long as I'm not BOZARRE (see the Toadfish lexicon http://toadfishmonastery.com/index.php?option=com_smf&Itemid=32&topic=1092.msg50386#msg50386)
This has been an unpaid nonpolitical announcement.
The Sibling below me would like to make another unpaid nonpolitical announcement.
I just want to say a few words about myopia. That's it. Those are my few words.
The sibling below me wants to be the next duje to reach for a star.
I don't have far to reach. I have a whole tin of glow-in-the-dark stars on my bedside table. Good place huh!!
the sibling below me misunderstands the use of the small s.
The small s is the same size as the big S. It's just further away.
The Sibling below me thinks all letters should remain within earshot.
Not just within earshot, but within easy reach. Letters should be there whenever you need to write something.
The sibling below me once wrote the great Canadian novel.
True. But, in Canada, who reads, anyway?
The sibling below me is both from Canada and reads voraciously, and is most insulted.
Well, I suppose. If you're willing to go back far enough, my family is from Canadia (Quebec). And I do read voraciously. I can pretend to be insulted. >:(
:mrgreen:
The sibling below me barely considers Quebec to be Canadian--more like a subsidiary of France or possibly Cajun country.
Isn't Canada like the 51st state or some such?
The sibling below me can find Canada on a map.
Yup! Keep heading North and boop! there it is! Unless that's, um, Norway?
The Sibling below me squeals like a happy little girl at the sight of squidlings.
No, I don't. I squeal like a happy little boy.
The sibling below me is trying to figure out how we can afford to send the squidlings to college.
Yep, they are intelligent little creatures. But my plan to let them peel potatoes for a big chips factory in order to put money in their collage fund went south in a very spectacular way.
The Sibling Below knows why.
The ongoing potato peelers' strike.
The sibling below me knows the best way to peel potatoes.
I certainly do. You take a 100 gallon Hobart Peeler, fill it with potatoes and water, and turn on the agitation plate under it that jostles the potatoes against the little scraping-type protrusions on the inside of the vat, or maybe a smaller type that uses a carborundum disc on a rotating base. (The big Vanmark peelers work better, but I don't think we'll need more than a ton of peeled potatoes a day.) This method is used in large commercial kitchens, especially Army messes that aren't under Halliburton's charge.
The sibling below me never wants to think about that many potatoes again.
Correct. Unless they are of the sweet variety.
mmmm. baked sweet potato. *drools like Homer Simpson*
(and puh-leeze, NO marshmallows! Just a bit of either butter or olive oil, a pinch of salt and a generous grind of fresh pepper)
The sibling below me knows exactly what I mean.
Mmmmmmm.
Being psychic, yes, I know exactly what you are thinking.
The sibling below me is a hamster whisperer.
One has to whisper. They are so small and sensitive to loud and vulgar noises.
The sibling below me has prefers larger pets.
Only because I am bound to make loud and vulgar noises.
The Sibling below me has developed an excercise wheel for squidlings.
I had to make it out of Teflontm. Otherwise, their little suckers kept getting stuck to the wheel.
The sibling below me knows the true nature of time.
Each moment freezes after it is over and we may be running out of it.
The sibling below me wonders how we can run out of a quasi-dimension.
I blame it on the Fermi Surface Nesting. Birds which build their nests on the surface of the ground tend to do so in fields. Not only does this cause the purloined open Fermi lines to clump together (with potentially disastrous results, it hardly needs saying) but these nests are then at risk of being caught in industrial harvesting equipment, thus destroying the available band of Fermi lines.
The sibling below me is sponsoring legislation to correct this problem.
Yes, and my program is called "Teach a Bird to Run a Harvesting Machine". So far I have found little support among the unions.
The Sibling below me believes that squidlings could be taught to run heavy equipment.
Well, having seen what they've done with the car in the moat (and I still wonder HOW they got it there and where it came from) I wouldn't put it past the little suckers. I can help with teaching them forklifts, but I'm not checked out on anything bigger.
The sibling below me thinks my knowing forklifts is scary in it's own right, never mind the squiddies!
Well, lifting forks can be a dangerous thing. You might put your eye out.
The sibling below me knows what movie "You'll put your eye out." was prominent in.
But, I already _have_ a Red Ryder BB gun.
And I still have both eyes-- one's right there, in a box, on my nightstand.
I learned to not look down the barrel with my remaining eye...
At least my tongue is not frozen to a pole, unlike the sibling below me
Those Poles can be very cold people.
The sibling below me wants to know the reason.
I do wonder about it.
The sibling below me has plans for the Poles.
And the rest of humanity. Soon, soon...world domination. :bwa:
The sibling below me has always wanted to laugh maniacally in public.
I do, but they keep giving me funny looks...
The sibling below me has always wondered just exactly who "they" are....
Well, sort of. I do know that "they" are "them"...you know, those guys over there, somewhere. Sort of.
The sibling below me is decidedly indecisive.
No I'm not. Well, maybe I am. I don't think I am, but I could be. But I'm not.
The sibling below me is actually more of a cousin.
No. You are thinking of Brudder Cuzzin. Now HE is more like a cousin, or at least a Cuzzin.
The sibling below me has the favorite color red...no blue.
Or possibly yellow.
The Sibling below me knows the air velocity of an unladen swallow.
Yes, I do, BOTH kinds, and I am NOT telling.
The sibling below me will wait until I talk in my sleep and find out...
I have bugged Chatty's room in order to find out this very important information.
The sibling below me knows the Meaning Of Life.
Yep. Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans. It's also a cereal.
The sibling below me would rather not have the cereal.
Too sugary (passed my Mom, oddly, but still sweet). I'll stick with their oatmeal.
The sibling below me is high on Life.
*giggles*
*crosses eyes in vain attempt to see up own nose*
* realises the ridicoulousness of his present situation, twists end of trunk toward face, sucessfully looking up his own nose*
*giggles*
That Life, it's some goooood sh%t!!
The Sibling below me wants a flying helmet, and scarf.
It's the goggles. The goggles are SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO cool.
The sibling below me wears safety goggles at all times.
All the cool kids are doing it.
The Sibling Below Me wants to bring back slide rules.
Somewhere I have one of the first plastic slide rules ever made, by Celanese, back in the early 50's.
My step-grandfather gave it to me when I was 7, because he thought I would be the one that was smart enough to learn to use it. :o Fooled him... :'(
The sibling below me loves his graphing calculator.
I'd love to have one, you mean.
The Sibling below me shoots boba out of a pea shooter.
Yarr , better than blowing fings owt me nose .
TSBM has an endless supply of tissues .
I have the biggest box of Kleenex you've ever seen.
The sibling below me prefers to speak in acronyms.
WYID (Why, yes I do).
TSBM has issues with acronyms.
Acronyms
Cause
Raging
Oligo-
Nephritis,
Yet
Many
Survive
But it's the ones who don't that I feel for.
TSBM (ack, contagion! they are spreading...) instructs the characters in repeats on TV
When they start instructing me is when I know I've fallen asleep.
The Sibling below me is happy to see Pachyderm. (Me too!)
Yes. Yes I am.
The sibling below me wants to take a sabbatical.
I _want_ to take one.
I even stood in line for an hour, just so I could take one.
But, when at last I got to the head of the line, they were all out of sabbaticals. They offered me a saballical as a substitute, but as I don't particularly like baseball, I declined.
The sybling below me is wondering what I'm babbling on about.... (as am I, for that matter)
No, I'm not. My temperature is up to 103. I'm semi-delirious, so you're making perfect sense.
The sibling below me thinks that if I hit 104, I should sell.
Yes, you should.
The sibling below me drinks plenty of fluids.
Yes, I do. That kidney stone convinced me that drinking lots of fluids was a very good idea.
The sibling below me knows what I am talking about.
Well, I do know on an intellectual level.
And, I've read that women who've had both children and kidney stones, prefer the pain of childbirth as being less.
But, thankfully so far, I've never experienced a stone myself.
*knock plastic AND wood*
The sibling below me remembers that essay by Issac Asimov, about knocking on plastic.
I've read a bunch of Asimov and am wracking my brain for such a quote, but cannot. Maybe I should wrack my plastic brain, instead.
The Sibling below me has a spare plastic brain I can borrow.
I used to have a spare brain, but it got used in that experiment that went so wrong.
The sibling below me does experiments on his own brain.
Yep. Particularly fond of the electric needles into the brain one. Connect wirelessly to cage with rat, trained to press button for food....
I will confess, trying to paint the hall wasn't my greatest idea. Nor was shaving with the open razor. Still, it'll grow back eventually.
The sibling below me has a tea towel fetish.
Well, no, but my mother does.
The Sibling below me gets headaches from having too much hair.
Not any more, as my picture will attest.
The sibling below me at one time worked as a telephone sanitizer.
Yes, I was trying to improve British Telecom.
But, alas, I missed the bus, the day they shipped off all the telephone sanitizers into space....
The sibling below me is ALSO a fan of Douglas Adams' writings (from whence I copped the above. Except for the British Telecom bit, that one's from Monty Python sketch in the Meaning of Life. The Live Organ Transplant sketch...)
________________
I couldn't recall which essay collection I'd read it in, either. But, the magic of Google yealds:
The essay was actually titled "Knock Plastic", and I found it referenced here (http://www.asimovonline.com/oldsite/Essays/rationality.html)
QuoteKnock Plastic!
Subject: popular fallacies
First Published In: Nov-67, The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction
Collection(s):
* 1968 Science, Numbers, and I
* 1989 Asimov on Science
* 1996 Magic
Yes, indeedy.
There is a theory that if anyone finds out what the Universe is for, it will instantly be replaced with something even more bizarrely inexplicable.
There is another theory, which states that this has already happened...
TSBM is aware of the exchange rate for one ship's peanut.
The current exchange rate is one cashew for three peanuts.
The sibling below me knows the Krispy Kreme secret ingredient.
Plastic. "Edible plastic".
ICK.
The Sibling below me is looking for Dustin Hoffman's reaction to the above. (Name that movie time!)
I'm looking, but I haven't found it. Not a fan of Hoffman, actually, so I probabily haven't actually seen the movie in question....
As for Crispy Creme's I heard from a Reliable Source that the secret ingredient was mayonnaise. The _real_ sort, not that miracle whip imitation. But, I highly discount that. I, personally think that it's plain old Lard. The pork kind, of course... ::)
The sibling below me, having just eaten one of the [in]famous Fat Bombs, has now choked on it for reading both my and Chatty's posts.... ;D
Gag. :barf:
The sibling below me knows the time.
Why, certainly. It's....let's see....12:52:15, no 12:52:16, no 12:52:18, no.... oh!
The sibling below me would never have been caught by that trap.
Certainly not. The time is now.
The sibling below me wishes the time was then.
Don't tempt me to succumb to incipient fogie-hood...
The sibling below me never yells, "Hey! You kids! Get off of my cloud!"
You are correct. I do not own a cloud, only a little patch of fog.
The sibling below me wants to join the LCDA*.
*Lemming Cliff Diving Association
Only if we get to have little plastic parachutes. The future is in plastics, you know. ;)
The Sibling below me used to have a little plastic parachute guy and possibly lit him on fire for dramatic effect.
No, but I did have model rockets, and sometimes the parachutes would catch on fire.
The sibling below me wishes he had his own rocket.
I did. I rescued him on Nov 5th, and was keeping him safe. Now I can't find him, only a burnt patch on the pavement, and a little scrap of blue paper....
TSBM wants to shout
"A pox on them, and all their works"
at a village fair.
I do. I really do.
Now, if I could only FIND a village fair.
I'd even settle for a village unfair, or perhaps a village partly-cloudy?
*sigh*
The sibling below me enjoys mixed metaphors.
I am drawn to them like flies, but can't make them drink.
The sibling below me prefers his drinks shaken, not stirred.
Well, shaken passion tea lemonade is better than the stirred one, so yes.
The sibling below me has a video on Youtube
No, I don't. I am still on dial-up (though that may soon change). Uploading takes WAY too long.
The sibling below me is a YouTube junkie.
I wouldn't say I was a junkie, that sounds like it is out of control. I can stop whenever I like, go to FaceSpace, or MyBook or even turn the computer off. I really don't think 21 hours a day qualifies me as a junkie.
TSBM buys mint condition, still in the original packaging collectable toys, and plays roughly with them.
'Roughly' is such a relative term...
The sibling below me cannot bear to look at gangs of antique, china-head dolls.
They are out to get me. I know it. But no one will believe me.
The sibling below me is afraid of Ronald McDonald.
They are really scary, rolling down the street on their motorcycles with their glass eyes staring wildly forward and their little cupid's bow lips twisted into viscious smiles. You never know what they're up to.
oh shoot! that's twice I'v been bumped on this thread.
Willard Scott wa the original Ronald McDonald. He lives around here. I sometimes see him in the grocery store. He's not very scary.
The Sibling below me got bitten by a Steif bear.
How I managed that, I shall never know.
The Sibling below me eats all the raisins out of raisin bran cereal every change s/he gets.
Keeps me regular.
The sibling below me is coo coo for Cocoa Puffs.
If you wedge them in your nostrils, and lie your head on the table, you can get a really good distance in the Nasal Ejection Cereal Olympics.
TSBM has a medal for knitting.
I started using it after losing my needles.
Casting on is really hard on a medal, but it makes very airy string vests.
The sibling below me lost their virginity on the top deck of a bus.
True. If the bus was actually a bed. It _was_ the top of the bed in question.
The sibling below me just said, "too much information"
Yes. Ewww. More than I wanted to know.
The sibling below me knows why Trix are for kids.
Quote from: Aphos on January 27, 2008, 03:18:15 AM
The sibling below me knows why Trix are for kids.
Because grownup nostrils are way too big for them.
The Sibling below me has a favorite marmelade.
Robertsons Lemon Marmalade, how did you know?
The sibling below me knows what chatoyant means.
True. There's a very nice cat's eye in my rock collection.
The sibling below me is gonna take a sedimental journey...
Well, I don't mind being covered in mud.
The sibling below me knows the meaning of file.
Absolutely. it is
"Everyone Untie"
TSBM knows what a mordant is.
Yes, I do and it takes one to know one.
TsBM will follow the rules.
NEVAR!! Noet eaven teh speeling oenz.
The sibling below me isn't as defiant.
No, quite meek. But apparently, I'm going to inherit the Earth, so it all works out quite well, really.
TSBM has visited a mushfaker.
Is that one of those toads that camouflages itself as oatmeal?
The sibling below me on visited Jeremiah the Bullfrog.
...and he always had a mighty fine wine.
The Sibling below me knows the brand name of Jeremiah Bullfrog's wine.
True. But, I'm not telling....it's a secret. *burp*
The sibling below me prefers kippin' on 'es back.
Tried that. Now he's Jeremiah the Ex-Bullfrog, and his wine has gone up in value....
TSBM condones cruelty to mimes.
True--just as long as no one says anything.
The sibling below me is enjoying the "fruits" of Global Climate Change, in warmer winters than usual.
Yes. I am buying up property on Hudson Bay for a winter resort with warm, sandy beaches.
The sibling below me plans to sell SPF 10000 sunblock after Global Warming REALLY kicks in.
Yes. Blocks more than a burka, without those stifling side effects.
The sibling below me pioneered training sled capybaras for the Idatarod.
Yes, but they were the giant, extinct ones that weighed a tonne or more. I did find training them a tad awkward.
TSBM wants a jacuzzi, filled with prune juice.
I will sit in it with a bottle of Anejo Tequila until I am quite drunk and wrinkled, thus becoming a stewed prune in prune juice.
Sounds like fun, actually.
Possibly fatal, as well.
The sibling below me can think of a better way to go.
Yes, but it is not repeatable in mixed company.
The sibling below me has fantasies about having fantasies.
Maybe. I am too repressed to think about this.
The sibling below me likes to keep all their pencils really, really sharp.
I do, actually. I like a nice thin crisp line when I write.
The Sibling below me has been mistakenly half-caffed before.
Actually, these days I have to watch the caffeine intake.
The sibling below me reacts to caffeine in a similar way to Hammy.
I do, except that too much caffeine sends me to the outhouse repeatedly, so I watch it, now.
The sibling below me has actually used an outhouse, and finds them preferable to the germ-y, unhygienic indoor toilet-idea. As IF.
I did at school and they were bloody freezing !
TsBM has frozen buttocks.
Yes. The wind chill was quite bad today.
The sibling below me knows the ups and downs of the elevator (lift to our British cousins) business.
Just call me Otis.
The sibling below me has an uncontrollable desire to speak to people, whenever riding in an elevator(lift)
Duct tape is very useful for controlling that impulse.
The sibling below me prefers cream and sugar.
They make steamed rice so much more interesting.
The sibling below me carries their own chopsticks.
They're incredibly useful items. For instance, you can use them to pick those huge locks on old pirate chests.
The sibling below me hunted pirate treasure as a child.
My mothers yard looked like a minefield in progress- then she purchased a lock for the shed so I couldn't get at the shovel.
TSBM is a scratch and sniff sticker.
Scratch me and sniff me and I'll stick around.
The sibling below me dresses up his pet hamster.
I actually dress myself (http://www.bpmlegal.com/w5901666.html) up with my pet hamster!
TSBM is now insanely jealous and wants a Hamster vest too!
At first, I though you meant a vest made OF hamster (EWWWWWWWWW) rather than a vest made FOR hamster.
The sibling below me invented a people-sized hamster ball.
Yes, I found it most entertaining, watching my pet people run around like crazy. It was only in the second version that I remembered about air-holes...
TSBM wants to marry chocolate.
Hey, I love my dark chocolate, but oh you maple sugar candy kid!
The Sibling below me thinks that Gummi Worms are intestinal parasites suffered by Gummi Bars.
Gummi worms! GUMMI WORMS! Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!!!
:scared: :scared: :scared: :scared: :scared: :scared: :scared: :scared: :scared:
The sibling below me has a pet gummi bear.
I did, but he died of Gummi worms....
TSBM has a sherbet UFO.
I don't have one right now but I've had lots. They are a traditional form of children's candy in England (known to Catholic kids by the name of 'Fizzy Hosts').
http://www.villagesweetshop.com/showprod_NS08.htm
The sibling below me feeds their Gummi Bears on Fizzy Hosts, murmuring the appropriate Latin incantation.
P. Introibo ad altare Gummi
S. Ad Gummieum qui laetificat juventutem meam.
P. Gummi eleison.
S. Gummi eleison.
P. Ursi eleison.
S. Ursi eleison.
P. Gummi eleison.
S. Gummi eleison.
P. Gummi Vobiscum.
S. Et cum ursi tuo.
P. Gummi coelestem accipiam, et nomen Ursi invocabo.
R. Amen.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The Sibling Below Me will now go in pieces.
:halo:
Not just to pieces. I'm going POSTAL!!!
:2guns:
The sibling below me plans on publishing a history of Rocky the Flying Squirrel.
I'm waiting for him to be born so he has some history.
TsBM can only get to sleep by watching snail races.
Yes. I've been rooting for Slimy Sue and ... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
The sibling below me prefers slugs to snails.
You bet. The salt keeps sliding off the snail' shells.
The sibling below me likes to cook microwave popcorn in a conventional oven, even though it takes hours.
Doesn't like all that nasty radiation going into their food.
This may or may not be true.
The Sibling below me will miss the warm sandwiches at Starbucks.
Yes, I will, in the same way I have missed the coffee at Starbucks, having never been to one.
The sibling below me likes his sugar sweet.
Yes, yes I do. Especially in cold coffee, in summertime. But, this is not summer time. Too bad.
The sibling below me can't sleep, either.
True. Have a crick in my neck and can't get comfortable.
The sibling below me slept like a baby.
If by slept like a baby you mean was awake most of the night , very cranky, unable to get comfortable with strange abdominal pains- then yes slept like a baby
TSBM is secretly addicted to fluffer nutters (http://www.marshmallowfluff.com/pages/fluffernutter.html)!
If by "addicted" you really mean, "has never tried, and never EVER plans to" you're essentially correct. I _may_ try one one day, if sufficient coercion is applied....
The sibling below me is enjoying the pseudo-snow that I'm currently experiencing. (tiny, tiny ice-bits, which instantly melt on the 35 degree (F) ground. Kinda like rain that rattles and "clicks" instead of dripping and splashing.
Not yet, but we're supposed to get it tonight. :o I've been trying to get my online work done today, in case the power goes tomorrow.
The Sibling below me enjoys a good power outage.
Defining "enjoy" as "experience", yes...defining "enjoy" as "like", no.
The sibling below me remembers where he was when the lights went out.
In the billiards room with the candle stick.
TsBM hates clues.
Yes, they tend to point to inconvenient truths, when my warped imagination can provide much more unlikely, but entertaining, alternatives. This may explain my very short career as a detective...
TSBM worships gumshoes.
I like gumshoes well enough but I worship plastic galoshes.
TsBM models for a well known magazine.
True. At least, it's well-known to the only subscriber.
The sibling below me likes to read old National Geographics, which are stashed under the bed. Unfortunately, some of them are holding one corner up, and the bed tilts when those are read...
Well, I do like old NG's, but all of mine are in a closet waiting for a new bookshelf to be built.
The sibling below me has one room dedicated to bookshelves.
This is true. Painful library pruning before my move here still left me with more bookshelf than wall space.
The sibling below me has a chained library.
...Cold forged, black iron chains!
The sibling below me understands why.
I've had plenty of books loaned out and never returned.
The sibling below me once had a library book 352 days overdue.
True! When I returned it, they thought I had left the country.... The fines only came to $1.50, though... apparently a glitch in their software capped out at that amount (at $0.01/day, who'd keep track for longer than that?)
I understand that system's been replaced by a Windoze version, which often crashes instead. Fines are rarely more than $0.25, because of a system crash... ::) Progress!
The sibling below me understands Progress.
Yes. It is the opposite of Congress.
The sibling below me wants to build a building with a 13th floor.
Ideally, a building with nothing but a 13th floor.
TSBM is a Follower of the Path of Raspberry
Slight mistake. I am a Follower of the Pathology of Raspberries.
TsBM can wiggle both elbows with their arms folded behind their back but is very shy about it.
Well, it is something one does not do in public, and certainly not in mixed company.
The sibling below me mixes his own mouthwash.
I mix it up with the bubble bath and frighten little children when I foam at the mouth.
TsBM draws their own teeth.
true. It's better to draw your own teeth, than to pick your neighbor's nose, I always say.
The sibling below me likes their hot tea cold, and their cold tea hot.
I've even been known to have hot cold hot tea...with a bit of sugar.
The sibling below me likes to sleep until noon.
Noon? Noon? Are you accusing me of being a mere dilettante in the snooze? Am I not top of the Somnist's League? Noon, indeed! One simply does not wake up until late afternoon. This preserves the complexion from the ravages of sunlight.
TSBM translates everything into Peruvian.
Yes...osdkr oser voeak po freblix.
The sibling below me will now translate that back into English.
It means
"Quickly Gerald, His Lordship will returning shortly, and the silverware must be highly polished."
TSBM drinks nothing but llama milk
*boink* All you need for your plan to take over the world, is to switch all the peanuts on airplanes. Then, *boink* No More llamas!!
Pinky! Are you pondering what I am pondering?
I think so, Brain. Why DO squirrels live in trees, but bury their nuts in the ground?
*aaaaagh* Why do I even listen to you Pinky?
I don'know, Brain. Why DO you listen to me? *Narf!*
The Sibling Below Me easily recognizes the dialog, as being from their favorite show.
Ah, yes, Mastermice Theatre!!
TSBM knows that "Some days you're Pinky, some days you're The Brain."
Too true. Today, mostly due to my labored breathing (I must've got into something I'm allergic to), which caused a severe lack of oxygen to the brain, I was Pinky.
At least that's my excuse--err--story, and I'm sticking to it.
The sibling below me loves old black-and-white "B" movies. The more "B", the better-- in fact, "C", "D" or even "H" would be best of all.
I do. Those old Slaughter and Onions productions are great. Don't leave the 1920's without them....
TSBM defeated Dada in a weird-out competition.
Knowing topology, that is very easy to do. Topology is very, very weird.
The sibling below me knows WHY donuts and coffee cups are topologically the same.
Of course! They are both essential fuel to a mathematician's brain.
I also know the definition of a mathematician: someone who turns donuts and coffee into math theorems.
The sibling below me has thought of another for donuts AND coffee
Donuts and coffee are elementary particles, essential to the formation of a happy universe.
The sibling below me knows the sound of one hand clapping.
Each of my ears knows it independently.
The sibling below me gravitates toward shortbread.
Well, shortbread does have a huge gravitational potential.
The sibling below me knows the potential of chocolate.
Chocolate, applied thickly enough, is twice as effective as tinfoil at stopping mind-control lasers.
TSBM is smeared in honey at the weekends.
Only when I've run out of chocolate. So far, so good, this month...
The Sibling Below Me knows why honeybees can fly.
Because they are close relatives of pigs.
TsBM wears a hoodie.
Wearing one now. And trousies, undies and sockies but no shoesies.
TSBM venerates Marmite
No. I am an agnostic, and as such am uncertain as to the existence of Marmite.
The sibling below me worships the number 1.
* M * O * N * A * D *
But I'm having trouble choosing between Substantial Monism, Attributive Monism, or Absolute Monism.
The Sibling Below Me has stocked up on Absolut Monad
Certainly have, but I still prefer Absolut Citron.
TSBM likes snakebite and black
Ah yes, they were hilarious in their heyday.
???
The Sibling below me knows their arse from a hole in the ozone.
It's obvious, because the one causes the other.
The sibling below me puts termites in other peoples gas tanks.
Only if the gas tank is made out of wood.
The sibling below me once entered an Elvis impersonation contest.
Yes, unfortunately I chose the bloated, dead on the toilet in a purple nappy phase. I did'nt win...
TSBM hunts gerunds.
(Ops, should have clarified. Snakebite and black is a drink. Half lager, half cider, with blackcurrant cordial. Fizzy, cheap, gets you pissed quick. But looks impressive in a projectile vomit. Was beloved of students, precisely because of the aforementioned characteristics.)
I'm a gerund hunter from way back.
The sibling below me asks for extra mushrooms on his pizza.
Oh, I do! I do! In my humble opinion, it ain't pizza, unless there's fungus on it. ::)
The sibling below me would love to live inside a giant mushroom. Just hollowing it out, would make such seasonings as you've never thought of ....
Yes. And think of all that magic mushroom dust, and all the bright spinning colors you will see.
The sibling below me prefers his mushrooms to be non-hallucinogenic.
Well, last time Vishnu advised me to lay off for a while.
The Sibling below me hallucinates while eating hot sauce.
What else? Those guatalaman insanity peppers pack a wallop....
The sibling below me knows were I stole the 'guatalaman insanity peppers' joke
Step forward Mr Simpson. The Land of Chocolate was entertaining as well.
TSBM is aware of the Scoville scale
Indeed I am. How many drops DOES it take to cool the tongue, if one utters the phrase "George Bush is a Good President"? The world may never know....
The sibling below me utilizes the "ignore it and it will go away" philosophy when it comes to politics
I am thinking of moving to a state of denial whilst I think about it a bit further .
TSBM is pondering paint colors .
What else can you ponder while watching paint dry?
The sibling below me is waiting for his/her painting to dry.
I have just done this wonderful painting of a polar bear in a blizzard.
The sibling below me is a mad scientist.
Close, close. I'm often mad AT scientists...
the Sibling below me knows that I am actually just mad...
Indeed. I am quite certain that you are mad at Bush&co, mad at the Dems for failing to stop Bush&Co, mad at the IRS for being so inequitable, mad at ANY medical-for-profit group, mad at the Repubs for GIVING us Bush&Co, mad at ANY fanatic/extremist group, mad... well I can't think of anything else-- I'm too mad, really.
As Pink Floyd, in "Dark Side of the Moon" said,
"I've been mad for f*@king years, absolutely years, been
over the edge for yonks, been working me buns off for bands..."
"I've always been mad, I know I've been mad, like the
most of us...very hard to explain why you're mad, even
if you're not mad..."
The sibling below me can relate, at least in part, to all of that.
In fact:
Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
Where have you been? its alright we know where youve been.
Youve been in the pipeline, filling in time, provided with toys and
scouting for boys.
You bought a guitar to punish your ma,
And you didnt like school, and you know youre nobodys fool,
So welcome to the machine.
Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
What did you dream? its alright we told you what to dream.
You dreamed of a big star, he played a mean guitar,
He always ate in the steak bar. he loved to drive in his jaguar.
So welcome to the machine.
The sibling below me has Pink Floyd stuck in his/her head.
Now I do..."And any fool knows, a dog needs a home, a shelter...from pigs on the wing."
The sibling below me is glad that pigs can't fly.
Why can't they fly? It may be every pigs most burning desire to see the world from 2000 feet. We've helped other animals in their quest to become airborne. We gave buffalo wings, for instance....
TSBM will refrain from using the letter E, because it has been naughty, and is grounded.
Ys, it has bn vry bad, and must b punishd.
The sibling below me is afraid of the letter "Y".
More so of its use as a question during IMing.
The sibling below me has been to the 'Y'(MCA)
Took swimming lessons there as a kid.
The sibling below me does origami for fun and profit.
Well, I would-- except I can't get my big, fat fingers to fold those teeny-tiny pieces of paper.
(what do you MEAN you don't have to start with confetti? Isn't that in the rules, then?
Hmmm....)
The sibling below me is expecting me to say something else......
*waits expectantly*
. . .
*waits expectantly*
. . .
*waits expectantly*
. . .
Right . . . I think that's all he has for us right now.
The sibling below me knows that good things come to those who wait.
Unfortunately, I'm still waiting.
The sibling below me knows the best things in life are free.
Indeed. I'm reminded of an infamous poem:
Beans, Beans the Musical Fruit!
The More We Eat, The More We Toot!
The More We Toot, The Better We Feel!
Let's Have Beans for Every Meal!
The sibling below me has turned on the ventilation fans, after reading my poem.
And I used up a whole can of Glade.
The sibling below me smashed his alarm clock this morning.
I did, I did.
Unfortunately, it wasn't the alarm clock that was ringing...
The sibling below me hates mornings
Not yet. My alarm clock long whiskers, has four feet and is very agile.
[edit] besides, I like mornings. :) [edit]
The sibling below me likes to try out different time zones.
I figure, that if I keep heading West, I can sleep longer, so yes.
The sibling below me lived a day that they really didn't technically live.
Indeed I did. Fortunately, I came to my senses, and ended the relationship.
The sibling below me likes 'Tell All' books best
I keep looking for one that tells everything about everything, but haven't found it yet.
The sibling below me has a theory of everything.
"I am he as you are he as you are we and we are all together". Some people think that The Beatles wrote that theory, but technically I did, since I am they and we are all together. And all....
The Sibling below me thinks that this theory might hold up in court, thus making us due for some pretty decent royalties.
Actually, I am going to try to apply it to Bill Gates and myself. Since I am he and he is me, I think I should get half of his estate.
The sibling below me wishes she could decide Ann Coulter's fate.
Indeed I do. But, likely the universe would implode* if I did.
The sibling below me likes to vote early and often.
______________________________
* the current theory is that she has a micro black hole where her brain would normally be
Yes. And the dead have risen and are voting Republican.
The sibling below me is a member of the Wild Party.
I will plead the 5th, if you guys haven't drunk it dry already...
The sibling below me would rather drink than plead.
I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.
The sibling below me once drank a fifth on the Fourth.
No -- I'm careful about that.
But I got pulled over in a small town anyway, just in case...
The sibling below me always updates license plate stickers in a timely manner.
Indeed. I set the clock, just to be sure.
And, I always scrape off the old one first--- 'round here, if you have more than 2 layers of stickers, certain folks have been known to scrape the whole 'shebang off (stealing stickers). If it ain't nailed down..... an'if it is, where's m'crowbar? (or in this case, a razor scraper...)
*bleah*
The sibling below me prefers humor on this thread to somber laments about the 'barely human' aspects of society... .
I do. I just can't think of anything funny to say...
TSBM has the perfect recipe for success.
Choose well-connected parents with multi-generation trust funds.
The sibling below me chose parents with better qualifications.
As above, but Mum has a Masters Degree, and Dad is a Professor, with tenure.
TSBM wants a return to the use of the abacus.
Either that or the Slide Rule*
The sibling below me likes to eat Jello warm, before it actually sets up.
____________
* I learned to use one of these, back in the 11th grade. My chemistry teacher let you use them on the tests, as a reward for learning how to use them. As they are not all that hard to use, for basic maths (multiplication, division, square root, etc) of course I learned. I had several over the years.... Long since lost. What is more interesting, however, is the theory of how they work, and how that relates to mathematics.
Yup. Sweet and delicious. And it doesn't make a funny sound when you suck it through a straw.
The sibling below me can play the nose flute and the pit-harp.
Well, I did until that terrible day when I picked my flute and shaved my harp.
The Sibling below me shall have music wherever he or she goes.
One of the voices has taken up the piano....
TSBM will now sing, for our edification.
*ahem*
*cue music*
Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is great.
If a sperm is wasted,
God gets quite irate.
CHILDREN:
Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is great.
If a sperm is wasted,
God gets quite irate.
The sibling below me also enjoys the talents of MPFC
True. I dream of making a pilgrimage to Doune Castle and to explore the grounds at a sedate coconut trot.
The sibling below me also has their own coconuts.
I have a lovely pair of coconuts.
The sibling below me appreciates huge tracks of land.
I do. After rebuilding my castle for the third-- or was it the fourth? time, not only did it fail to sink into the swamp, it hasn't yet burned down. Got m'fingers crossed, I has. And they said building a castle in the center of a swamp was impossible!
I must now go, and see to the sump-pumps in the basement....
Meanwhile, the sibling below me is looking for a shrubbery.
Roger the Shrubber lives next door, so that isn't a problem.
The sibling below me has said "Ni" to a little old lady.
I certainly did. She's me mum, y'know...
The sibling below me is pinin' for the fjords.
I have a 37-oared Fjord in the garage. Quite a classic.
The sibling below me knows what became of Eric the Awful.
Yes, he and his entire crew were lost at sea, following the employment of Olaf the Directionally Challenged as his navigator.
TSBM wants to follow the Gourd
I followed the Gourd, but it lead me straight into a gigantic penguin with horrible tentacles.
The Sibling below me went on expedition with Scott of the Antarctic.
'Twas COLD, it 'twas.
The Sibling below me periodically says, "And now for something completely different!"
And now for something completely different!
The sibling below me will explain how the topic has been carried on in an entirely different style at great expense and at the last minute.
Indeed.
It's a fine case of your government dollars at work.
The sibling below me routinely earmarks their tax forms with spending instructions (which of course are totally ignored)
Probably because I get all those earmarks all over them, rendering them illegible. I really ought to invest in some Q-tips one off these days.
The Sibling below me wants to go to rehab with Amy Winehouse.
No, she's too young for me.
TsBM eyes eyeballs.
You really have to keep an eye on all those other eyes.
The sibling below me owns an Ecuadoran Whooping Llama.
I do. It's stuffed, and in the den. If you squeeze it's tummy, it will go *whoop*
I'm told it goes nicely with the moose-head and stuffed squid
The sibling below me is glad they don't live in my house... ::)
Yes, yes I am. Anyone that would stuff a squid...
The sibling below me once went on a disastrous blind date.
Hasn't everyone?
The sibling below me is a stronger, wiser, kinder person as a reult of a blind date.
Quote from: pieces o nine on February 13, 2008, 05:05:24 AM
The sibling below me is a stronger, wiser, kinder person as a reult of a blind date.
Let me just say that my eyes were opened. :o
The Sibling below me has advice for those in an ice storm.
Go to a tropical island.
The sibling below me wants to buy an island and start their own nation.
Discussed the very same idea with some friends. When we got to the spear-gun armed mermaids to repel pirate attacks, we realised that the beer had run out.
TSBM has a title.
Yes. I am "Keeper of the Dog with the Sacred Tail".
The sibling below me has a novel idea for a novel.
It's so novel, I'm planning on publishing it at a Secret Base---and keeping the whole thing Classified. I even have a nice rubber stamp (modeled after Cheney's) that says, 'treat as classified'
The sibling below me often spends more time with their pets than with other humans.
Yes, this is true. But then, pets are often better company than most humans.
The sibling below me agrees with me about everything.
Sometimes.
The Sibling below me was a warrior-cleric in a past life.
That would account for all the scars and visions.
The Sibling below me plans to time travel with less baggage next time.
True. But acquiring it is part of the journey.
The sibling belowme would not trade their experiences, not even for less baggage.
Except for the one about being bitten by a rabid howler monkey.
The sibling below me was once bitten by a moose.
The moose was shortly thereafter hospitalized for several fractures and a pineapple lodged in a until then thought to be impossible angle.
The sibling below me is kinda like woah.
King Woah! Great King Woah! in fact. I'll stop at nothing.
TsBM never looks behind them.
Not since I got these awesome 80's lookin' spy glasses. got mirrors on the end and stuff. yeah.
TsBM is in fact, secretly, KNIGHT RIDER (tm)
Don't tell people! Now I need a new secret identity!
TSBM will decide on my new secret identity.
Knight Rider.
TsBM is not amused.
And I'm Queen Victoria.
TsBM will pull the other one.
I did. It had bells on it.
TSBM will now swear in Greek.
*#%^&!!! Of course, I had to bleep it. Couldn't have the censors coming after us.
The sibling below me is a fan of Greco-Roman wrestling.
Yeah. they had like, lions and spears and stuff.
TsBM is Magical Denver
If you say so; thought I was Magical Watson, but I am not good at clues.
TsAM understands little esses.
TsBM is heavuly indebted to Depp.
Well sure, much of the pirate persona Captain Blank, is inspired by him.
"do you have... in your stock... a cape? Make me fancy!"
TsBM heavily outsourced to sauron
No, I may be over-sauced, but never outsourced.
TsBM got their legs in a twist.
Yes, but that was back when I had long hair and short legs.
The Sib below me thinks that if Johnny Depp shaved his head, he's look like Yul Brynner in "The King and I".
Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera!
The sibling below me understands that what is written shall be done.
Indeed. That is why I must Never Write about it.
The sibling below me secretly desires to emulate Gorillas in the Mist
Which is why I always peal bananas with my fingers.
The sibling below me finished his post at the last minute and at great expense.
Yes, yes I did. The post in question was firmly sunk into the ground. It was made of extremely rare zebra wood, imported at high expense, by rowboat, from Africa. The ground in question was really mostly solid granite, so it required a diamond drill, powered by an enormous moose. The moose, being extremely finicky refused anything but truffles for nourishment. These were imported by barrage-balloon from Finland, again at huge cost-overruns. Finally, the post was cemented into the granite hole using a special hydraulic cement, only available from South Africa. Not wanting to use Conflict Cement, it was imported by courier, riding a bicycle. This required installing a series of underwater replenishment stations for his SCUBA gear.
Think of it as your Government At Work. :mrgreen: :mrgreen:
The sibling below me actually followed the above, with great interest.
<snore> Huh? Huh? What???
The sibling below me just woke up.
my god... you're right... I didn't realize it until just now, but wow... I really *did* just wake up!!!
the sibling below me didn't lie down. they never lie down.
I can't get up if I lie down. Me knees don't work that way.
TSBM is sleeping the untroubled sleep of the possessed.
Well, the bank owns my @$$, and probably the rest of me as well.
The sibling below me believes that "demonstration" has occult overtones.
especially if it's at all demonstrative.
takes on a whole different tone.
TsBM believe that "cultural" has cult-like overtones
I always believed it was a Russian cult. Are you suggesting it isn't?
TsBM wasn't born yesterday.
True. I wasn't born the day before that.
But, since the Universe was created, complete, Last Tuesday, at 11:13 AM, in a way, I was born Last Tuesday. Then again, so was everyone else....
The sibling below me does not agree with the above. This is because Judge Judy comes on at 11:00 AM, so the Universe must've been created at a later time.
No, no, no!!! You 11:13 heretics!!! The world WAS created last Tuesday, but at 2 PM EST. Everyone that does not believe this will be given wedgies and nooggies. You have been warned.
The sibling below me enjoys being given a wedgie.
Indeed. Much like Sumo wrestlers, I have trained myself to retract my testicles back into my body. The look of fear on the face of those providing the wedgie is most gratifying.
TSBm will now explain what a nooggie is.
Nooggies is when you grab the guy's head (I have never seen this done to a girl, though in theory it could be) and scrape your knuckles back and forth through their hair...pressing on the skull.
Ouch. (My much-older brother really liked doing this to me when I was young.)
The sibling below me put posters of squidlings all over his bedroom.
I'm a sucker for legs, what can I say?
;) ;) ;) ;)
The Sibling Below Me thinks that octopi can be trained to speak, since they have beaks like parrots.
Getting them to stay on a perch is the hard part.
The sibling below me prefers barramundi to perch.
There you go, using Big Words again. I had to go Google "barramundi" to 'get' your little pun.
You just GOT to stop with all this THINKING!
The sibling below me is mildly annoyed that I did not post the results of my google search....
but also somehow relieved.
TsBM is on a rampage!
Yes I am. Of course, these days, being on a rampage usually constitutes raiding the refrigerator.
The sibling below me is afraid to clean out his refrigerator.
Yeah, my friend drowned his sorrow it in earlier... I'm not sure why, how, or entirely... yeah.
TsBM is my "friend"
How did you know?
I like to save leftovers-- it's a good thing, I'm saving food.
6 months later, I throw the leftovers out. It's a good thing, I'm saving my life.
The sibling below me also often saves his/her life by tossing old leftovers, instead of trying to "save" them someway.
I used to save leftovers in an attempt to spontaneously generate life. It was working well until one of the critters started trying to bite my fingers every time I opened the refrigerator door.
The sibling below knows how to handle dangerous leftovers.
Yes, delegate the handling to an expandable HiWi (http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/HiWi)*
The sibling below me doesn't see a difference between a ructiv and a vorsit.
*second meaning
Edit: This should of course be expendable not expandable. That labslaves can be stretched is a given.
That is correct. Unfortunately, the only non-English languages I speak are those as spoken strictly by machines, like Assembler, FORTRAN and such.
And, this morning I'm simply too lazy to look the words up properly.
The sibling below me may or may not look them up, but probabily won't post the answers if so.
You are correct. I may or may not look them up. That does cover all the bases.
The sibling below thinks I am being too logical.
Indeed, Spock--err--Aphos.
Dammit Jim, I'm a Doctor, not a Surgeon
.... wait...what?
The sibling below me is quite the fan of McCoy's pithy complaints.
Bones totally made that show.
TsBM is not a fan of Scottys rather un-pithy complaints
"I've giv'n her all she's got captain, an' I canna give her no more."
The sibling below me canna change the laws of physics.
Why should the laws be canned?
The sibling below me is crossword puzzling
Or rather I find crosswords puzzling.
(Actually, I do love crosswords. I am a real freak and dearly love diagramless crosswords.)
The sibling below me subscribes to the NY Times just for the crossword puzzles.
I used to. Then, I heard it was purchased by Rupert Murdock, so I canceled. (or was that the Post? Oh well...)
The sibling below me is often just cross
I am often just cross. On a scale from 1 to 100 where 50 is the dividing line between cross and not cross I score 51.00000004. It annoys other people who would like me to be a lot more cross. Other people getting crosser then affects my potential and keeps me just cross. I am working on an invention to keep myself just not cross but it will take a few years.
TsBM knows exactly what it's like to deal with a just cross type of person.
I try not to cross them.
:o
The Sibling below me is wary of hot cross buns.
Yes, one must be careful of the Hot Cross Bun, for it is a voracious and deadly predator. It is the leopard of the bakery.
TSBM is wary of hot cross bunnies.
Indeed I am. I managed to trick several into the cooler, and they are much less cross. Not to mention a great deal cooler as well.
Cold straight bunnies.
The sibling below me often enjoys straight bunnies on Saturday Night.
Only in the form of Welsh Rabbit.
The sibling below me knows what the 'rare bits' are.
Ayuh, any bit o' beef that I don't forget to take off the grill in time.
The sibling below me thinks blue rare = overcooked.
I have, in the past, been known to eat steak (beef) quite rare, as in "Fire--Steak. Steak--Fire. Done."
Lately what with all the crap they feed cows these days, and with the absolute gutting of the federal meat inspection system (THANKS!, Reagon! you unmigitaget horse'sass) I take it medium rare.
I used to cook with a really, REALLY hot fire-- put the meat on long enough to sear each side (minute or less per side) and that was that. *sigh*
The sibling below me finds outdoor cooking barbaric, and assumes that is where the term "bar-b-q" comes from....
It's a guy's tihng really. Both. Ever heard of a barbaric woman. No. So yes, I do.
TsBM does three-toe races round their kitchen to keep fit.
Only if being chases by armed-and-dangerous home invaders.
The sibling below me would rather fight Space Invaders(tm) than home invaders.
Hell yeah.... I used to play a bootleg version on the 286 all the time (and several other versions besides).
Quote from: Bob in a quantum-state-of-faith on February 23, 2008, 12:53:13 AM
I have, in the past, been known to eat steak (beef) quite rare, as in "Fire--Steak. Steak--Fire. Done."
Lately what with all the crap they feed cows these days, and with the absolute gutting of the federal meat inspection system (THANKS!, Reagon! you unmigitaget horse'sass) I take it medium rare.
I used to cook with a really, REALLY hot fire-- put the meat on long enough to sear each side (minute or less per side) and that was that. *sigh*
Agreed. I absolutely refuse to buy pre-ground beef anymore - I buy whole cuts on sale and hand-grind my own. I really want to take up hunting again to get some meat that hasn't been commercially tainted - organic beef is so expensive.
The sibling below me grows their own.
I used to, but it wasn't beef... :o :mrgreen: And WILL grow my own pork and chicken, if needed. (Collapse of global economy is not out of the question, you know.) Need more room to grow cows. (Flowerbeds are planned for the few veggies I can digest.)
TSBM is wondering about growing a tofu tree.
I am trying to decide what to replace the backyard tree (ice damage took it) with.
A Tofu tree would be totally cool.
I'll probabily go with some sort of Oak. They grow 'round these parts quite well, and once established, need little or no care other that what is provided naturally.
I'll be moving the tree-location nearer the house, of course, away from the power lines.
The sibling below me likes trees.
Yes, yes YES! I am dying out in these flatlands for lack of forests (and yes I've literally hugged trees).
The sibling below me takes in stray plants.
Oh, of course. They are so cute and adorable.
The sibling below me is a big fan of chocolate moose.
and chickee in der basket (and other Muppet classic recipes).
TSBM once worked with Beaker.
I did, but unfortunately, he ate some ice cream, just after McDonald's Coffee.
Alas, Beaker is a Broken Man nowadays...
The sibling below me prefers Kermit anyway
He's much tastier on toast.
TSBM knows Pepe Le Phew
He's masquerading as Lexie, our Chocolate Lab, who once cleared out an entire vet's office for 10 minutes when she farted.
The dibling below me doesn't think that's all that impressive.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you: my brother's old dog, an 85lb (not a typo) food-snatching, not-a-mean-bone-in-her-body Doberman. After an ear infection she had to wear a collar. She got even, though. She always got real close to their ears in the car on the way for vet checkups and BARKED through her megaphone.
The sibling below me has never had to wear a 'collar'.
You're correct. I once dated a gal, who I later found out was into that sort of thing. We broke up shortly after that... (and no, I'm NOT going to say who was supposed to wear the collar... ::) )
The sibling below me prefers their pets to live underwater.
Yes, I feel it's important for pets to live underwater. Pity my pets aren't aquatic. I did try keeping fish, but the soil kept clogging up their gills.
TSBM will now recoil in horror.
I already did.... one of my White Cloud Mountain Fish is missing an eyeball. I suspect the Buddy the Betta did it. :-\
The sibling below me eats fish eyeballs.
I suppose that's correct, since I've eaten whole smelts and anchovies.
The Sibling below me wants a smelt pizza.
Melted cheese on pizza-- of COURSE.
What? You mean "smelt" is some sort of fish?
Eeeeewwwww. I'm seriously allergic to most fish.... no thanks.
The sibling below me would eat fish 24/7, if it was always fresh.
and cooked properly
cooking is important with teh fishkies
The sibling below me won't bait their own hooks.
I doozn't liek teh worm gutses.... :puke:
It seems the sibling above me forgot to say anything to the sibling below her.
The sibling below me thinks the Sibling Below Me is the best game in the world.
Oh, it is, when I'm playing.
Then, when I'm doing Something Else, it's not so much.
It's All About Me, of course. ::) :mrgreen:
The sibling below me will now politely disagree--- for it is really all about them, of course.
I didn't finish before because I was :puke: and it's messy...I sowwy.
The sibling below me can let it be All About Them. (I do not work and play well with others, but I do share.)
I'll go halfway and let it be All About Poptarts.
The Sibling below me suggests a Pepto Bismol Poptart for those who are baiting hooks at breakfast (or any time).
As long as I don't have to eat them, fine. :P
The sibling below me has 'upgraded' their natural hair color.
Indeed. Through years and YEARS of worry, stress and general emotional turmoil, it's now showing some distinguished grey.
About time, too-- I was starting to look like the younger brother, as compared to my actual younger brother.
Of course, he is married, so that may account for his greater quantity of grey hairs... ::)
The sibling below me will be upset that men who have greying hair are considered "distinguished" while women just look old. :mrgreen: :mrgreen:
Not at all. Despite my relatively young age, I too have started on the Winter Plumage. It did, however, lead to a comment by one of my clients (while working as an ecologist) to the effect that I was even looking like a badger...
TSBM would like to abolish grey hairs in their entirety.
I would, but then.... they ARE HAIRS, after all. (thanks, Gallagher)
Better grey, than skin, I always say.
On the other hand, if and when I do loose much of my head-hair* I will likely go with that look, and just shave it all off.
The sibling below me thinks that bald men are better looking anyway.
_______________________
* which seems to be migrating South, to take up residence in places that previously had little or no hair, like my ears, nose and eyebrows. Well, I had hair on my eyebrows, but it was polite hair-- it only grew so long, and then quit. Now, some eyebrow hairs grow and grow and grow. I've taken to plucking them, but I wonder how braided eyebrows would look?
Ahhh, the Jean-Luc Picard look. Verra Nice.
"Stone Cold" Steve Austin. Not so much.
The sibling below me has never had a waiter in a Chinese restaurant squint suspiciously at their driver's license, then back at them, then back at the license, then back at their hair, then tap the license and insist that it is of a "Much Younger Person".
Ha! I haven't. Ya gotta love those Chinese waiters, though. They can be charming.
The Sibling below me has never had a dish described to him/her as "Chicken with Penis- Chicken cooked with special sauce and penis on top." I have a friend who received this description for Chicken with Peanuts. He decided not to order it.
Never. And I'm sure I wouldn't like a penis on top. What? What? We weren't still talking about bald heads or even heads at all?
TsBM thinks this game should stick to short sentences, mostly because of the room whole books take up on the thread shelves, but mainly because typing is tiring.
OK.
The sibling below me is the strong and silent type.
That's quite enough about my intestinal gases, thank you very much. ::)
The sibling below me is bonkers for brandy beans.
Never tried them, but I'm sure I would be, comprised as they are of two of my favourite things.
TSBM loveth the cheese.
Erm, that would indeed be me.
The Sibling below me has their underwear in a wad.
Yep, in the laundry basket, over in the corner...
TSBM chooses to do laundry only on alternate Tuesdays.
Quite true. I have more than sufficient undergarmets to last 2 weeks or more.
I don't like laundry.
I like _sorting_ laundry even less-- so I tend to launder things in like-batches, saves sorting out later. Just dump the clean stuff into the "clean" basket in the bedroom. Fold? You have GOT to be kidding....!
The sibling below me not only folds undergarmets, but has been known to iron socks...
And starch them.
The sibling below me is watching out for starch.
For new kinds! I have corn starch, potato starch, tapioca starch, rice flour (close enough) and sweet rice flour in the cupboard.
The sibling below me collects fungi.
Had a nice crop of aspergillus in my toe nails.
TsBM washes their mouth out with gunpowder.
'Tis the py-rate way. And the only known cure for biscuit weevils in the teeth.
TSBM will explain the offside rule.
I just explained it, but I was off to the side and no-one heard me.
The Sibling Below Me sets traps for biscuit weevils.
Oi does indeed. Oi hides in a barrel o' biscuits, wif me mouf full o' gunpowder...
TSBM will post in the style of E. Raser
Am I style E.Raser or school E.Raser :mrgreen:
In Naples they all great artists, like Machiavelli, and Bob Hope.
I send pope old Fiat and red electron to make sacrifice for FIFA cup, but Berlesconi swap for note of keyboard.
TSBM will take over before I start liking this too much. :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :yippee: :yippee: :yippee: :yippee: :yippee: :aargh: :aargh: :aargh: :aargh: :fit: :fit: :fit: :fit: :fit:
E. Raser DAY!!!
:toasted: :toasted: :toasted: :toasted:
:thumbsup: :thumbsup: :thumbsup: :thumbsup:
:drunk: :drunk: :drunk: :drunk:
:woot: :woot: :woot: :woot:
:ty: :ty: :ty: :ty:
:yippee: :yippee:
:yo: :yo:
The sibling below me thinks I have gone too far.
Ayuh, and too long.... but you came back, so it's ok. ;)
The sibling below me isn't a sibling in the biological sense.
True, an anthropologist posits that my brothers are actually members of a tribe of Greater Apes. "Greater" by being at least a foot taller than me...
TSBM wants nothing to do with my brothers or their feet.
Do you mean they have at least one foot on top of their heads? That might be useful for brachiating!
The Sibling below me thinks I'm deliberately obtuse.
Could be deliberate, or maybe you're just big-angled. I bet I'm acuter than you.... ;)
The sibling below me is acuter than me.
At least I'm not obtuse.
The sibling below me does not care for all the angled comments.
No, I'd prefer some waves.
TsBM surfs in the bath.
Yes, but I had to buy one of those really, really short surf board so that it would fit.
The sibling below me likes to make waves.
And rock boats.
The sibling below me keeps a weather eye out.
I do. It's over there, in a jar. Bad weather makes it ache.
The sibling below me is reminded of the prosthetic eye that G'Kar had near the end of Babylon 5
Very useful that. Gave "keeping an eye out" a whole new meaning.
The sibling below me knows whose battle cry was "Not in the face!"
As Slim Pickins said to Dom DeLuise (as Buddy Bizarre), "Screw you, Ah'm workin' fer Mel Brooks!"
The sibling below me DOES NOT want any Raisinettes (and can explain the connection between this and the first part of the post).
Does it have to do with watching the end of the movie on the big screen while the movie is being filmed?
The sibling below me wishes he had a time machine so that he could be the sibling above me instead.
Time machine, yes-- I would find out the answer to so many serious questions, like what really happened to Marylin Monroe, and who really shot J.R. and which president really was the first to install a flush toilet, and did someone named "John" really invent it, and what was the cause of the Ice Age movies.
Oh, truly and for certain.
The sibling below me already knows the cause of the Ice Age movies, but is not proud of that fact.
No, actually, I don't. I don't know a thing about the Ice Age movies. Or much about the Ice Age, for that matter.
(Wiki on flush toilets is interesting. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flush_toilet
So is Dr. Lienhard's 'Engines of our Ingenuity' on the topic.
http://www.uh.edu/engines/epi157.htm I <3 Dr. Lienhard.)
The sibling below me could also become a John Lienhard fan, with proper exposure. http://www.uh.edu/engines/engines.htm
I suspect I could. Anyone who actively strives to reduce the general level of stupidity prevalent in today's society is good in my book.
TSBM will now reveal the name of the book in question.
The book is "Pachy's Perky Pals" and is available on Amazon.com.
The sibling below me would like to buy a copy of PPP.
I would, but my pet mouse is afraid of elephants.
The sibling below me thinks having a pet mouse AND pet cats is borrowing trouble.
Probably depends on the specific cat and mouse.
The sibling below me thinks a sugar glider (http://www.sugarglider.com/) would make a great pet.
It probably would, but Missy would likely get jealous.
The sibling below me wants to build his own xebec.
Indeed I do. Arrr, me hearties, t'would be a Great Adventure. Arrrg.
The sibling below me, just as I did, had to google xebec (http://www.geocities.com/xebecinc/)
Actually, I didn't. Due to reading Patrick O'Brien's Master and Commander series, I knew what one was.
TSBM will now Google "polacre" or "lateen"
I would, but you are not the boss of me. :P
The sibling below me prefers a good old fashioned trireme.
Indeed. I had one once, but as it was made of popsicle sticks held together with Elmer's glue and rubber bands, it was not that effective....
The sibling below me is saving up popsicle sticks in order to build a remote cabin somewhere or other.
Just in Case.
Actually, I was planning on bridging the Grand Canyon with them. I figure I only need to eat about 945,789,238 more popsicles and I will have enough sticks.
The sibling below me thinks that eating Popsicles is the secret to world peace.
Maybe if people have popsicles in their pie-holes they'll be less likely to say something stupid to one another.
The Sibling below me wonders why they aren't called "popsicle-holes".
Maybe it's an American expression - apple pie and all. As Canada is the most donut-eatingist country on earth, it'd more appropriately be a donut hole up here, which are generally known as 'Timbits'. Popsicle holes would be more like these:
http://www.dippindots.com/products/
The sibling below me wishes that I'd shut my Timbit, but still prefers my drivel to a popsicle up the puppet-hole.
Once in a great while, you'll see overpriced "Dippin' Dots" at fairs and such, around Oklahoma.
Most folk don't cotton to messing with Sacred Ice Cream like that-- most frogurt (frozen yogurt) shops have closed, for example, and it's difficult to find quality frozen yogurt on the grocery shelves. 137 different variations on Ice Cream.... 3 (or fewer) varieties of frozen yogurt, none that are high quality.
*bleah*
Tradition has it's place, but it ought to be spontaneously applied. ::)
The sibling below me has a different idea about both Tradition and Spontaneity.
Lost a packet on Spontaneity in the 3:30 at Chepstow. Fit for glue, that nag. Tradition,I like, was part ofmy six-way accumulator.
TSBM will now defend Spontaneity, in a carefully thought out and planned manner.
S is for Silence
P is for Punctured
O is for One
N is for Night
T is for To
A is for Access
N is for Neurological
E is for Extremities
I is for In
T is for True
Y is for Yearning
TsBM will now defend Tradition in their own carefully thought and planned manner
Yes.
TsBM is the fourth witch from macbeth
:bwa: Yes, I am. But if you give away my secret identity again, I'll turn you into a newt.
The sibling below me once took a newt to show-and-tell.
I did, but it got better...
TSBM is dreading the Fluffysnakies of Doom, which could return at any moment...
Oh No! Run away!!!!!
The sibling below me remembers those all too well...
I really was dreading that until I got some Fluffysnakes-B-Gon in the new and improved spray can.
The sibling below me wonders why some products are not advertised as "Old and Stale".
Just like I wonder why menus include delicious this and that.
TsBM eats the menu if the food takes too long to arrive.
Only if it is printed on rice paper.
The sibling below me is trying to memorize the entire Oxford English Dictionary.
I think I've got it. The entire Oxford hmmm no can't remember the rest.
TsBM only has virtual memory.
considering the amount of time I spend on the computer, yeah... probably.
TsBM takes salt baths maniacally
I like to float.
The Sibling below me has given a parrot a bath.
I gave him a nice bird bath for his birthday (or is that hatchday for a parrot?) because he was getting a bit ripe.
The sibling below me will eat ripe fruit, but not ripe chicken.
Correct. Ripe bananas are my favorite-- just speckled and a teensy bit brown on the ends.
*mmmmmm*
Ripe chickens are apt to be bland and tough. But, I do have to admit, than unripe chickens tend to have tiny little itty-bitty drumsticks...
The sibling below me prefers turkeys anyway.
Yes, I do like turkey. I feel sorry for all those Texans. They can't have turkey. THEIR turkey is in Washington.
The sibling below me thinks there is too much pork in Washington.
Too many chickens, too. And much, much too much bull.
The sibling below can carry the animalia further.
Indeed I can. Too many snakes, too many cockroaches, too many sheep...
The Sibling below me has interesting friends, and even more interesting enemies.
True. Sad, but true.
The sibling below me would prefer to not have enemies.
Yes, I would.
(Mero...even interesting paranoids can have interesting enemies.)
The sibling below me wears mirrored sunglasses...just in case.
You never know-- I might need'em to pick something out of my teeth with.
The sibling below me has little reversing mirrors in the corners of their sunglasses (http://gizmodo.com/gadgets/gadgets/sunglasses-that-let-you-look-behind-you-171066.php), for that "look behind" feeling.
All I ever see in them is people rolling their eyes and making the "kookoo" motion. It gets dizzying.
The Sibling below me wants special glasses so that he/she can see the Sibling below him/her.
That would be some prscription!
The sibling below me believes their glasses are half-focused.
Well, something closely related to my glasses (reading, +1, for use with PC only) is half-something-something. ::)
The sibling below me thinks all checks ought to be printed in braille only. To help avoid check fraud.
No. Wouldn't work. People would just start pretending to have seeing eye dogs in order to get checks cashed.
The sibling below me mourns the passing of Gary Gygax.
Perhaps he has gone from virtual to actual Valhalla.
The Sibling Below Me is ready for Spring for heaven's sake.
Indeed I am.
The sibling below me wishes it was summer already.
I certainly do. It's cold, grey and the rain is pissing down. Actually, it's just like summer already....
TSBM loves weather.
When it is not personally inconveniencing me, yes I do. (I'm also trying to get over anticipating the next season: this my my *life* I'm wishing away!)
All his life has the sibling below me looked away...to the future, to the horizon. Never his mind on where he was.
Looking toward far horizons.
The sibling below me wants to speak his mind.
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TsBM wonders how to post with an empty mind
No, I do it all the time! ;D
The Sibling Below Me has a Zen keyboard.
It has achieved total peace of mind, but not yet satori.
The sibling below me took a brain dump and it was binary zeros.
Well, I took a dump, but I got something other than zeros.
The sibling below me believes Mini Coopers will cause the end of civilization.
Ya got that backwards. Minicoopers are an expensive, but useful semi-substitute for the REAL civilization enders--SUVs. Especially Hummers.
TSBM wants a hybrid car until a more efficient mode of private automotive transportation is available.
Yes I do! It's not likely to happen in the foreseeable future, though.
The sibling below me secretly thinks unkind thoughts about people driving *new* AUVs (urban assualt vehicles) with "Support Our Troops!" magnetic ribbons on them. :P
Secretly?? Well, if you consider muttering "ignorant troglydyte moronic jerk" and glaring at them hard enough to cause psychic damage to their tires secretly...yeah. (And calling the cops on the ones without handicap permits that park in handicap spaces...)
STBM has an insane desire to go bodysurfing with a Great White Shark.
Only if it is just a model.
The sibling below me believes "zero carbon footprint" includes holding one's breath.
*oops - take your pick of the two, or answer both*
Y'know, there's a good chance I already have without knowing it, in Australia. Definitely have been swimming with stingrays & smaller reef sharks. :mrgreen:
The sibling below me prefers their shark over hot coals.
Shark on the barbie.
Once again...
The sibling below me believes "zero carbon footprint" includes holding one's breath.
I held it once. You want me to hold it again?
TsBM cut off their feet for the same reason.
Well I was going to, but my wife suggested just washing them instead.
Now I do it every year, whether they need it or not.
The sibling below me just puked on their tongue and reached for the brain bleach. :brainbleech:
Well, it WAS a very disturbing image.
The sibling below me would rather think of nicer things.
Yes, Yes I would.
Like Vanessa Angel (http://scifipedia.scifi.com/images/b/b8/Anise.jpg)
The sibling below me recognizes her as the actress who played in a short lived TV show based on a B-movie, staring a completely different actress.
Well, the picture you gave is from Stargate SG1, but I wouldn't call 10 seasons "short lived".
The sibling below me wants to star in his own TV show...about periwinkles.
Now that would be some Weird Science indeed. ;) ;) ;)
The sibling below me thinks periwinkles are the lines you get around your eye with age from too much winking. ;)
I like to think that my periwinkles give me character. ;)
The Sibling below me can think of a cuter word for neck wrinkles.
Sure...um...collar lines?
The sibling below me makes his own crossword puzzles...then solves them.
I would, I suppose, if I even remotely liked cross word puzzles.
I mean, why would I wish to play a game that has angry words in it?
I would prefer peace word puzzles, if such existed.
And Weird Science was the TV series I had in mind-- it launched the acting career of Vanessa.
The sibling below me thinks TV series that were spawned from movies is a Bad Idea.
Only if I didn't think of them and profit thereby.
the sibling below me knows who would play them in the made-for-tv-movie...
I'm afraid it would be MPTrooper! :help:
The sibling below me gently corruscates, from time to time.
Scary synchronicity. I was thinking about MPTropper a couple of hours ago. Is that how long thoughts take to travel across the pond?
As to corruscating, I've not caught myself at it.
TsBM washes their dirty linen in public.
Only until I can get time to tear down the washing machine and replace that belt. (Dan's amazed that I can do that. But he has to fix the dryer.)
TSBM would open a small appliance repair shop, but needs a firm definition of 'small' first.
Indeed I would. I used to list as one of my hobbies "small appliance repair" (no, really... I'm such a geek... ::) )
The sibling below me dreams of having a singing bass (http://www.howstuffworks.com/singing-fish.htm) on his/her wall.
I'll settle for a Fender bass in my closet (which I have).
The sibling below me craves rare melons.
I dislike melons medium or well done. The rawer the better.
TsBM is asleep.
What? Who? Where'd all this drool come from?
The Sibling below me thinks it's Friday all ready.
I caught myself thinking that earlier, especially with the beautiful weather we're having in Ohio today.
TSBM like the sound of a flock of seagulls (not the band!)
I did once, then I moved to a city infested with them. Rats with wings!
The sibling below me understands that too much of a good thing...
Like the soft cooing of pigeons - real skyrats! However, my anti-pigeon netting is keeping them off the balcony, except when they get caught in the net.
The sibling below me likes squab.
Yes, but I don't like the baby ones (squabblings).
No squabblings around me, pleases...
The sibling below me has beautiful hair, and is very proud of it.
I do. It once belonged to a Beauty Queen, and is naturally red. I keep it in a box, under the bed.
The sibling below me once had an extensive collection of belly-button lint.
I stored it under my bed for safekeeping.
Then my mom cleaned my room.
The sibling below me has every Collector's Issue of TV Guide.
I certainly do- but they are not organized at all.
TSBM is proud of the fact that they can count past 10 without removing shoes (or trousers ;)) to count higher.
I would be, but that would leave me unable to type.....
The sibling below me just realized it's March 14th, and must go buy some steak and blueberry jam.
Well, yes and no.... I have steak at home and need to buy chocolates, not blueberry jam.
The sibling below me is interested to know that the BJ Services company is hiring:
http://www.bjservices.com/website/hrwebjobs.nsf/AvailableJobsFrameset?openframeset
Wow, I didn't know there was a whole career involved there. Or maybe I did, but didn't want to think about it. I wonder if they have good dental insurance.
The Sibling Below Me forgot to floss.
Ooooh, I did, actually. I'll go do that now..... There.
The sibling below me likes Pie.
Yes, I do, in most cases. However, rhubarb and mincemeat?? Ummm, NO. (Ditto steak and kidney...no organ meats, thanks.)
TSBM is all about---
wait for it--
.
.
.
.
.
the CAKE!!
Hello!
THe sibling below me would be willing to give me cake!
I will gladly let you eat cake.
I say, let them eat cake as well.
In fact, let us all eat cake together.
The sibling below me sends invitations saying:
No gifts, please.
Just bring cake.
You are all invited to my next Birthday Party. No gifts please. Just bring cake.
The sibling below has a special type of cake in mind.
Mmmm. St Clements Cake. Love the citrus-sy goodness. :D
TSBM knows the Secret Ingredient.
Yes I do, but I'm not telling.
The sibling below me has let the secret out.
The secret is gunpowder. I'm not saying what it's a secret for...
The sibling below me uses a mixture of gunpowder, mustard, coffee, tobasco and other ingredients as a hangover remedy.
Only if I am really, really desperate. And I have never been that desperate.
The sibling below me knows where that hangover cure came from.
Indeed I do, Colorado. Un-huh. Pilgrim.
The sibling below me can recognize the source from the clues given.
It came from Mississippi. Not the state.
The sibling below me rode the Oregon Trail, but ended up in Albuquerque.
I didn't actually ride it, but I've walked along the part that was on the old family farm. It wasn't gonna take me any futherer than Nebraska, though, and I "reckon[ed] I got to light out for the Territory ahead of the rest."
The sibling below me has moved a coupla times his/herself.
Fourteen times. Eighteen if you count long term residence in a hotel (six months or more).
THe sibling below me now knows why I'm crazy.
Every few years like clockwork.
Some would say I'm unstable..... others would conclude that I just like change.
The sibling below me enjoys spontaneous change, but only on a schedule.
Multiple personalities is my secret. Never know which one it's going to be come 10 o'clock.
TsBM is addicted to fairground rides.
Yes, yes I am-- even though I haven't been on one in years.
The rides I like-- the crowds, not so much.
The last time I went to the Fair, it was with a woman whom I thought I was beginning to have some sort of relationship with.
Turns out not to be the case, and further soured me on relationships in general. :P
The sibling below me, on the third hand, likes crowds.
Only as a target-rich environment. 8)
TSBM is also solitary...
As are we all, no?
The sibling below me knows that friends are the chance to make up for relatives.
True- and by the way, friend, have you checked your Private messages today?
The Sibling below me is Irish today only, so kiss 'em!
Indeed I am-- on both me mother's side and me da's
The sibling below me believes that everyone in the world, one way or another, is Irish.
Only when I'm drunk ;)
TSBM is drinking whisky.
Only if one defines "hot tea" as whiskey.
The sibling below me forgot to wear green and now has a sore bum.
Yeah, but the sore bum's from driving 600 km in one sitting.
I celebrated St. Patty's with the Catholics on Saturday (it was the 15th this year due to today falling in Holy Week) and wore my green hat with "DRUNKEN" in big yellow letters.
I have two - the other one is oddly enough in Edmonton Oilers colors, not much good in Calgary but I like it better than the green one. :mrgreen:
Since I have no "below me" to reply to... I won't reply.
So there!
The sibling below me, however, will reply, and in detail.
r...e...p...l...y...i...n...d...e...t...a...i...l...
The sibling below me thinks that was too silly.
Not as silly as forgetting what thread I was in! (happening a lot lately - I blame my DRUNKEN hat)
And shouldn't that be dreetpaliyl? ;)
The sibling below me will take the Last Post to Their Hill.
Well, I would but it looks like a big storm is coming this way and I don't want it to get wet.
Oh, what the heck. It's waterproof.
Last soaked Post
The sibling below me has had enough sleep to realize this is not the Last Post game.
I usually sleep fairly well. It's partially because I know there are Toadfish out there in the world doing what they can to balance out the influence of less thoughtful people. :-*
The Sibling below me is hungry for cheese.
I am always hungry for cheese. I used to eat as much as three pounds a week, but now I only eat about three pounds a week. ;D
The sibling below me makes their own toe-cheese.
It's one of my many talents.
The sibling below me collects vintage toe cheese.
I keep it in my vintage shoe collection.
The Sibling below me remembers her/his favorite shoes.
I do! I do!
They were elastic sided boots made of Rhinoceros hide.
Oh, Il loved those shoes!
The sibling below me is appalled.
Indeed I am-- your tone implies that you don't have them anymore.
Since everyone knows that elephant hide lasts forever, I must assume you either grew out of them, or *shudder* gave them away to some fortunate homeless character. Now they are HIS favorite boots! Shame! :'(
The sibling below me prefers sandals to boots every time.
True! I'd probably die of over-heated feet if I didn't. (Still need new flipflops!)
The Sibling below me has a blog.
Yes, my sink is overflowing. Oh...you said BLOG, not clog.
The sibling below me was dead, but got better.
:cough:POST Aphos!:cough:
I'm a medical miracle. Or Jesus. I'm not sure.
The Sibling below me has suspicions.
Yes. I suspect that Colonel Mustard did it with the candlestick in the Dining Room.
The sibling below me hasn't got a Clue.
Too true. I left the game out in the rain, and it melted....
The sibling below me is worried about getting wet, and possibly melting.
Also too true.
Ain't nobody getting *my* ruby slippers!
The sibling below me knows that there's no place like home. Well, maybe a really good chocolatier.
Have you ever seen two homes exactly the same? No, I thought not.
TsBM has twin homes and dresses them identically.
Yes I do. That way I can still find the bathroom in the dark in either house.
The sibling below me suspects it was Pachy in the conservatory with the wrench.
The footsteps are a give-away.
TsBM hides in haystacks.
But all those needles in the haystacks keep poking me.
The sibling below me always wears galoshes just in case.
Steel-toed galoshes. You never know when you need to tromp through mud, or will dump water on your boots. If it's too warm to need my -100 C composite-toed winters, I wear steel-toed rubber boots for fieldwork.
The sibling below me thinks that wearing steel-toed rubbers is taking protection to unnecessary lengths.
Unecessary lengths? No, I think you are boasting. ;)
TsBM knows when to keep quiet.
Knows, yes. DOES?? Rarely.
TSBM is certain that I am out of my mind.
Quite certain. For, it is with happy coincidence that you are often in the minds of other people-- who, more often than not, don't actually have a mind of their own, and could well use a piece of yours. :devil2:
The sibling below me would welcome a piece of Chatty's mind.
No, I have enough pieces of my own, thank you.
The sibling below me has packed away the winter clothes and unpacked the shorts and tees and such.
Yes I have. Which is why I am the color blue. Waiting for it to warm up.
The sibling below me believes in Bertrand Russel's teapot.
I believe in ALL teapots. I fear the Universal Omnivorous and Omniscient Sock Monster, however.
The sibling below me doesn't fear the reaper.
I always listen to what BOC tells me to do.
The sibling below me likes liver and onions.
Well, I like my own liver and I like onions, but I'm not sure I like what onions do to my liver. Or any other of my lower digestive organs.
The Sibling below me feels all squinchy at the mention of organs.
Particularly pipe organs. Ewwwwwwwww.
The sibling below me fancies pipe organ music.
Only when performed in full evening regalia, mask, and cape.
The sibling below me prefers bagpipes.
Yes. They are an excellent tool for scaring away evil spirits...and everything else.
The sibling below me prefers screeching cats to bagpipes.
Of course, they claw when you press them with your elbows, and they only know a couple tunes, but they purr nicely when you put them down.
The sibling below me appreciates classical instruments.
I do, I do.
Especially classical sacbut (http://www.music.iastate.edu/antiqua/sacbut.htm) playing.
But my favorite has to be the hirtenschalmei (http://www.music.iastate.edu/antiqua/hirtensh.htm)
The sibling below me wonders if I've been exposed to anything dangerous recently.
No wondering about it. Toxic fumes are definitely involved.
The sibling below me wishes to avoid whatever it was Bob inhaled.
And I'd prefer not to hurt my schalami, either.
The sibling below me reached ethereal heights during chem lab.
Well, I did in physics lab. I got shocked by about 2 million volts from a Laden Jar. Very low amperage thank whomever. Jumped about 6 feet straight up.
The sibling below me has his own shocking experience to relate.
I do, I do-- only it's not for Tender Ears.
Simply too shocking.
The sibling below me is disappointed that I didn't Tell All
Actually not. If it is that shocking...and doesn't involve electricity...I don't want to hear about it.
The sibling below me is writing a tell-all book.
It's about the life of a bank teller. So far no publisher has expressed interest.
The Sibling below me expresses sympathy.
Those nasty publisher! Insisting on ONLY publishing stories that will sell!
WHAT where they THINKING?
Greedy sods.....
The sibling below me doesn't like those greedy sods either.
They take too much fertilizer and water.
The sibling below me is experimenting with lawn alternatives.
I've heard of a startling new development: astroturf. (I think they developed it for the rec room at the international space station.)
The sibling below me drank Tang®.
Indeed I did.
Nasty aftertaste.
The sibling below me has extensive experience of nasty aftertastes.
Life has a nasty aftertaste.
TsBM has no nose.
I do. I just won't reveal whose nose it is...
TSBM collects all things nasal.
Quote from: pieces o nine on March 27, 2008, 10:00:22 PM
The sibling below me drank Tang®.
Quote from: Griffin NoName on March 28, 2008, 01:34:25 AM
Life has a nasty aftertaste.
Hey! I LIKE tang!
Of course, I make at about 1/3 as strong as the package suggests-- sort of orange-flavored water with some vitamins
Then again, I don't drink straight fresh orange juice either-- too rich. I dilute it with-- yes, more water. :)
The sibling below me prefers crystal light to tang, in spite of the completely artificial nature of the former (at least tang uses real sugar... ::) )
But Tang is the drink of astronauts. How can you argue with that?
The sibling below me thinks he is an astronomer because he is always staring off into space.
Waaaaa???? Oh! Yes.... Last Po--err Sibling below me....it's my turn?
Okay.
The sibling below me likes night best-- no nasty glare!
Well, night does have that advantage. And, being a vampire, it just sort of goes with the turf.
The sibling below me is not afraid of the living dead.
That's true.. I make to much money on resurrections to be afraid.
TsBM already tried punching a stake through most parts of their body.
Well, I ate a steak. Does that count?
The sibling below me prefers his stake well-done.
Yes, completely charred to coal... and then I'll cook my steak on it.
The person below me would rather eat the charcoal than the steak.
Yummy! Carbon units!
The Sibling Below Me could eat almost anything as long as it had mustard on it.
Well, I used to. But my cast iron stomach has disappeared with age.
Quote from: Aphos on March 29, 2008, 03:40:54 AM
Well, I used to. But my cast iron stomach has disappeared with age.
The sibling below you knows the feeling...in spades.
The sibling below ME wants to know "Why spades? Why not hearts or diamonds or the ones that look like puppydog feets?"
Me LIKES the puppydog feets ones.
Me also likes the Kites and the Red Buns (hint: turn card upside down)
But, Spears are fun too.... (I used to bid with these names, just to drive the other players nuts, when playing Spades in college...)
The sibling below me is grateful they didn't ever play Spades with me, then.
Yes, I am. I took my Spades playing very seriously.
The sibling below me is more refined and prefers to play Whist.
Whist? Is that anything like Bull$#!%?
The Sibling below me prefers 52 card pickup.
Quote from: Opsanus tau on March 29, 2008, 02:12:03 PM
The Sibling below me prefers 52 card pickup.
Just so long as I may specify WHO I get to pickup, yes I do.
The sibling below me also likes to pickup people from time to time.
Yeah, but I'm getting weak, so I drop 'em a lot... :P
The sibling below me was once a great pick-up artist...but then discovered paper instead of vehicles as a medium.
Yes. Paper works great, but it has to be really thick paper to pick people up.
The sibling below me prefers to be in the thick of things.
Indeed. I sometimes add brown rice to soups, strictly as a thickener. The rice proteins are a good include, as well.
Especially in chili and ham N beans.
If you cook long enough, the rice just "goes away" and thickens the food-- unless someone is allergic, I usually don't mention until after they've tried some.
The sibling below me likes canned pork & beans, but often wonders "where's the pork"?
I just figure all the pork went to Washington.
The sibling below me wants to yell, "I've had enough and I'm not going to take any more."
Been yelling it for years. Nobody cares, as long as it's not disturbing THEIR comfort zone.
The sibling below me moved their comfort zone to a better neighborhood.
Indeed.
I canceled my subscription to the paper--I refuse to take it anymore.
(they so do pile up...)
Ooops! Cross-post. :mrgreen:
Yes. I moved to a safer zone. Hmmm. my cancellation joke almost works, too....
The sibling below me wonders why I just don't throw them away...
So why don't you just throw them away?
The sibling below me is hiring minions for some nefarious purpose.
Indeed I am.
For I'm Going To Try To Take Over The World!
The sibling below me will Join In.
Gee, Brain. I don't know. You might not be able to hire enough plumbers.
The sibling below me knows why enough plumbers is important for taking over the world.
Yes, Pinky, I do surprisingly enough.
The sibling below me, never having seen Pinky and the Brain thinks the last coupla posts are, well nuts...
I like Pinky and the Brain. Whoever thought up a mouse that looks and speaks like Orson Wells deserves to take over the world.
The Sibling below me doesn't see the logic in that. I'm not sure I do, either.
It ain't logical. It's funny! The juxtaposition of the ludicrous mouse with the cultured, refined voice is quite funny.
The sibling below me sees this sort of humor in MPFC as well as Pinky & the Brain
And now for something completely different...
The sibling below me knows the true reason some people have big feet.
TO TRY TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!!
(sorry - have 50 episodes of Animaniacs on DVD right now, and more on the way :mrgreen:)
The sibling below me will attempt to be serious.
Doomed! Doomed! Doomed I tell you. We are all Doomed!
TsBM can foretell the future.
Why Yes I can!
It's coming soon.
The Sibling below me has toe fat behind their ears on a regular schedule.
Toe fat? What the <bleep> is toe fat? And why would it be behind my ears?
The sibling below me has a toe fat fetish.
The sibling above me is not a Frank Zappa fan.
The Sibling below me recognized the reference, but, like me, will not disclose it to a non Zappa fan. ::)
Well. I'm pretty apathetic about Zappa myself. However, an air-moving device with his picture on it would be pretty neat.
I'd even go for one of those Chinese folding things.
The sibling below me is apathetic about Zappa, too. And thinks we ought to form a club of apathetic people.
Yes, an Apathetic Club would be good. But I'm too lethargic to organise it.
TSBM can do it.
Well, I have been meaning to start a procrastinators' club for years, but keep putting it off. Does that count?
The sibling below me entered the rat race as car number 5.
And I keep loosing. The rats in the squirrel-cage engine keep running off.
Perhaps I shoulda used squirrels instead? I always did adhere strictly to the rule book.
The sibling below me would've used guinea pigs instead-- larger; at the very least, one can snack on'em.
Yes, but I hate spitting out all that hair.
a friend of mine has turned his downstairs cloakroom into The Frank Zappa Memorial Toilet. It is full of memorabilia as well. Nice
TsBM combs their teeth.
I do, once in a while, I use a small brass brush to really get'em clean. It sorta looks like a comb.
The sibling below me has 3 sets of teeth, just in case.
I particularly like the set with fangs. You can really get a good bite with those.
The sibling below me has a "man bites dog" story to tell.
I do.
I knew an acquaintance who visited South Asia once.
He had Dog Stew--or was it Dog on'a Stick?
I forget.
Anyway, the way he tells it, anyone over there with more than 2 dogs is considered a rancher...
The sibling below me resembles that.
Ha! For some reason that makes me think of my Mom's Nigerian friend who (quite seriously) suggested she get a lion to control the raccoon population in her area.
The Sibling below me wants a lion ranch.
Nah, I went to Longleat as a kid and wondered how they cut the grass without getting eaten.
The sibling below me never cuts the grass.
Correct!
Occasionally, I do mow the weeds, however.
The sibling below me wishes his/her yard entirely consisted of clover, instead of grass.
No Mowing!
Yes. Yes I do.
The sibling below me grows clover and harvest the ones with 4 leaves.
Always after me lucky charms.
The Sibling Below me can find something lucky in almost anything.
Oh, I try, I try.
But, sometimes, I'm just not lucky about it at all.
The sibling below me appreciates backwards puns.
I love snup.
The sibling below me thinks that was a terrible pun.
I know it was terrible as I have no nose.
TsBM likes cross-bred jokes.
Yes I do.
The sibling below me knows what you get when you cross and elephant with a rhinoceros.
Elephino.
The Sibling Below Me sometimes becomes invisible in the fog, just for fun.
It can be done in full-sunlight, too.
The sibling below me is a master of disguise.
True, but no one knows it.
Especially not even me.
The sibling below me once got confused between flowers and flour. The sound so much alike, after all....
"Dandelion bread, anyone?"
(http://www.botanical.com/botanical/mgmh/d/dandel08-l.jpg)
Scary! I actually did get confused today.... and was wondering what the heck Saf flour was and why Christie was putting it in the cookies.
The sibling below me wants to try the dandelion bread.
It will complement the dandelion wine.
The sibling below me questions whether lions are dandies.
Certainly not. The King of Beasts loafs around, barely exerting himself except to breed. The lionesses do all the work, while the big-maned layabouts nap under trees. Don't want to ruffle the pelt, apparently.
As to Elephinos, depends which one was the mother. Sometimes you get Rhinocerphants.
TSBM would like to enlighten us on a subject of their choosing.
Oh, indeed I would, but enlightenment must come from within.
The Sibling Below me just looked in the mirror to see if s/he was glowing.
Sadly, I am not.
The sibling below me has no regrets. About what, I've no idea.
Neither have I.
That's probably the only reason why I have no regrets...
The sibling below me agrees, but is thinking about giving me some.
Emily Post, Amy Vanderbuilt, and Miss Manners encourage the sending of regrets. And yet, it does seem impolite to do so...
The Sibling Below Me thoughtfully includes a stamped, self-addressed envelope when sending regrets.
Indeed. But, I always use a small, personal-size letter, instead of a business or legal sized envelope.
I think regrets ought to be personal, don't you?
The sibling below me regrets that they sometimes are not.
Indeed. Not what I do not wish to share at this juncture, but I do regret.
TSBM regrets that they sometimes are.
{font=Emily Litella} What's all this about egrets?? They're just big birds, and they're not even yellow, nor do the sing and dance with children.
Oh, Regrets. Well that's totally different.
Nevermind. {/font}
The sibling below me just said "Huh?"
Not at all. You're obviously channeling the spirit of Rosanne Roseannadanna (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roseanne_Roseannadanna) today.
May she rest in peace.
The sibling below me remembers Gilda Radner, too.
It's always something...
The sibling below me finds it's often nothing.
Now you remind me, I may have some regrets after all.
The sibling below me is unfailing courteous to magpies.
I mind my manners with all my avian relatives.
If not, I have no-one to blame but myself for the poop on the windshield.
The Sibling Below Me feels a kinship with squirrels.
Indeed, I do.
Tree-rats, my father calls'em.
My wee sister, in days gone-by, called them Pony Tails.
I just appreciate'em as smart mammals that have learned to not only live in the midst of the most vicious and environment-damaging animal of all (us) but to actually thrive there.
Ya just gotta admire them for that, at least. Tenacious little beasties.
The sibling below me either thinks I'm nuts, or wants to give me one.
nah, you'd just squander it on squirrels...
The sibling below me does *not* wear squirrel-like ponytails (http://www.canada.com/vancouversun/news/story.html?id=938c952b-5885-4726-af23-112bda5a8448&k=84475) when out in nature...
I go nude when "out" in "nature" and I gave up pinning on the tails as the glue was a nuisance.
TsBM phones their bank manager every day.
Quote from: pieces o nine on April 16, 2008, 01:17:00 AM
nah, you'd just squander it on squirrels...
The sibling below me does *not* wear squirrel-like ponytails (http://www.canada.com/vancouversun/news/story.html?id=938c952b-5885-4726-af23-112bda5a8448&k=84475) when out in nature...
Interrupting for a quote from the article...
QuoteThe fact that humans seldom carry squirrels on their heads makes little difference to young owls, Day explained. "Barred owls are not the most brilliant of owls. And these ones are just learning."
I read that and KNEW it had to be a BC native talking. :ROFL: :ROFL: :ROFL:
Back to game: Actually, I just go to the bank website, log in, get my account and cry a bit...You can't call a specific Wells Fargo Bank employee, you just get one of the 'horde'.
The sibling below me doesn't trust banks.
Quote from: Sibling Chatty on April 16, 2008, 04:45:30 PM
Interrupting for a quote from the article...QuoteThe fact that humans seldom carry squirrels on their heads makes little difference to young owls, Day explained. "Barred owls are not the most brilliant of owls. And these ones are just learning."
I read that and KNEW it had to be a BC native talking. :ROFL: :ROFL: :ROFL:
Actually, it's a bit harder to tell in writing as the papers tend to edit out the "maaaaan...." at the end of every sentence. ;) ;) ;)
Quote from: Sibling Chatty on April 16, 2008, 04:45:30 PM
The sibling below me doesn't trust banks.
Right. They call 'em Bank and Trusts, but don't believe 'em.
The sibling below me tries to trap squirrels with styrofoam peanuts.
True.
But all you trap with syrofoam peanuts is PEEPS, not meat-squirrels.
It's a little known fact that PEEPS are actually mostly made of styrofoam peanuts-- sort of like styrofoam peanut-butter.
The sibling below me just choked on a PEEP...
Did it show?
The sibling below me is very fat and stupid and persistently wears a ridiculous hat which (s)he should be ashamed of.
But I wear the hat on disney world.
TSBM is looking forward to use hats due to lack of hair.
Not THIS sibling. This sibling's got an extra 3-4 feet of hair she's not using. (It hangs around being annoyingly hot during summer.)
TSBM tries not to juxtapose certain descriptives that might incite riots.
Well, you <a-word> <b-word> <c-word>.....<z-word>!
TSBM sh. n't empl. so mn. acron.
What? I didn't understand you, because I'm so fat and stupid and have a ridiculous hat down over my eyes and ears... but at least it's not an arse-hat!
The Sibling below me is slim and smart and wears an otherwise very tasteful arse-hat.
Smart? Maybe.
Slim? :ROFL:
You'll tell me if I am an asshat though.
TSBM keeps his/her ass covered nonetheless.
Yep I have a hunky young man with a gun running along behind me whenever I venture out.
TsBM doesn't believe me.
Man with a gun?
Naaah. You're right-- I don't believe that. What man would run with a gun?
The sibling below me prefers penguins anyway.
Especially the ones that prefer kippin' on TV sets.
There's probably an Opus in that description....
The Sibling Below Me has Issues about Tissues.
Especially the mucous ones, even if no fungus takes it for a procreation session
TSBM is an ally of the blancmangers that want to win at Wimbledon
I suppose, except that I have zero clue what "blancmangers" means, and am waaay too lazy to google it.
I have a vague notion that "Wimbledon" has something to do with grass, some very high fencing around a short fence in the middle, and some fuzzy balls. Oh, and a racket to beat the balls with. Can't forget the racket. Lots of running about, n'stuff.
I assiduously avoid running about, whenever I'm able.
The sibling below me knows all ABOUT assiduously avoiding things.
Avoidance is my middle name. Lazy's my first, so I'm not REAL assiduous about it--too much energy.
(Blancmange is sorta...flan with no personality?? Translation is 'white dish' and it's a custard-blobby looking thing. There's a Python sketch about a giant blancmange that won the Wimbeldon. Rare feat for your basic invertebrate dessert.)
TSBM has rare feet as well...
I prefer that to both raw or overcooked.
I usally wear this type of footwear(security boots):
(http://img.westfalia.de/media/show_image.php?datei_id=15143&max_x=300&max_y=300)
http://img.westfalia.de/media/show_image.php?datei_id=15143&max_x=300&max_y=300
Unfortunately they set off metal detectors (newer models use kevlar instead of steel but I have to use up my storage of old models first.
TSBM has retractable claws
Indeed. Which is why I find this type of shoe (http://www.instablogsimages.com/images/2007/10/12/miaow-shoe-1_5248.jpg) comfortable and convenient.
The sibling below me knows that cats walk on little fog feet...
Edit: link grammar corrected by Swato
Well, most cats do.
One of my cats' middle name is "clumsy". He is the very antithesis of sure-footed-- "cat-feet" do not apply. But, he gets around.
My other cat has enough flab, that her tiny feet press down more forcibly than you'd expect, even though she DOES have "cat feet". It's why I think she's not fond of jumping...
The sibling below me thinks dogs ought to be more cat-like, and cats could learn a thing or three from dogs.
I do agree.
We have three dogs and two cats and hardwood floors.
The cats have no trouble, but the dogs trying to run is funny!
Cats have four wheel drive, Dogs have two wheel, rear wheel, drive and bald tires.
The sibling below me has bald hands.
Nope they are dressed with rings.
TsBM has a nose ring.
Mooooo!
Moo, [chomp] moo, moo
TSBM understands this post.
Moo! I do.
The Sibling below me has retractible clowns. (That's how I read the previous post! ::) )
ALWAYS retract clowns. Clowns will eat me...
TSbM isn't afraid of clowns, as their boss is one.
Well, you would be afraid too, if every false move would lead to you beaten up with oversized shoes (thanks Matt Taibbi (http://www.rollingstone.com/politics/story/20278737/jesus_made_me_puke/1) for that)
The sibling below me talks in tongues if absolutely necessary
Yes. Every time someone threatens to shoot me unless I talk in tongues, I say "sferklemamen astroveturenach redunken" and they leave me alone.
The sibling below me knows what "sferklemamen astroveturenach redunken" means.
I might.
But, I'm not at liberty to say one way or another.
It's stamped "Classified, as per D.C."
The sibling below be just shuddered, as he/she recognized the initials, "D.C."
Yup, I never liked Superman.
But I like Batman, what does that make me?
TSBM Prefers Marvel
Spent many a wasted hour and $ reading comics.
Got my little brother hooked on X-men. We actually purchased the original printing of the "New X-men", read the crap out of them. But, years and years later my brother sold the entire lot for a coupl'a hundred, so it wasn't a total waste.
Avengers was another one.
*sigh*
But the D.C. I was referring to is this (http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/story?id=3316434&page=1). The bloke who routinely stamped "classified" on ANYTHING coming out of his orifice office....
The sibling below me just blanched at the thought of the $$ wasted on a grocery list stamped "classified"....
Actually it doesn't surprise me, I imagine that the he doesn't want the recipe to summon his father to be widely known.
TSBM knows that Satan would then be bothered with to many petty requests.
Well, he was always more approachable than his uppity ex-employer.
She Shiblink beelau mee hash hish tongk in she rait plaish, unlaik she taipa ov shish.
If you do, then you clean it up. ALL of it, including the slime trails.
The sibling below me is very particular about the slime trail as well.
I most certainly am. Have you any idea how distressing it is, wandering along, minding your own business, idly hoovering up discarded peanuts and the like through your trunk, to suddenly be confronted with a slime trail? It's like a sneeze, but in reverse....
TSBM will now grimace at the very thought.
It's certainly not the effect of the lemon juice. I can be sure of that because there neither is nor was any around here for awhile.
The sibling below me thinks that lemon-seller is a wonderfully sounding word.
Actually it sounds more like a business model.
TSBM is wary of car salesmen.
Especially in combination with: Would you trust this candidate, if he was a used car salesman?
The sibling below me is a professional subtitle translator.
Indeed, I am.
So long as the Movie is in English, and the subtitles also in English-- I'm you man.
Funny thing is-- I haven't had work in quite awhile....
The sibling below me also likes watching The Daily Show (which is currently on TV at the moment)
As well as the Colbert Report, always in hopes of the WØRD.
The sibling below me is a member in good standing of the Colbert Nation.
Oh Colbert Nation, my one and only home
Your's is the pride, in you I freely roam
While the weather's bad and the king quite mad
And the right-wing pundits foam
Oh Colbert Nation you are great
Excuse me, if I came too late
The sibling below me could think of a better anthem although actually being fond of mad kings.
Possibly, but that presupposes that I can still think. I think my thinkers broken, but I can't tell, because my thinker's broken.
To the Sibling below me, that ALMOST makes sense.
It shows the paradoxical duality of the dichotomy. :P
TSBM knows g_d passes his time writing chaotic equations.
and harvesting the fig tree
http://www.hro.shuttle.de/hro/ebg/sprojekte/MasterOfChi/Chaos/Bilder/Feigenbaum.gif
The sibling below me sinks to new lows everytime (s)he walks into a swamp
Not since I got big, honkin amphibious tyres for the car.
The sibling below me knows that treads rush in where wise men fear to fool.
It's the early bird that catches the quick brown fox.
TSBM has tasted a whole werm, and will leave immediately by the town drain.
Doesn't compute. Define werm. Not in online dictionary <repeat in monotonous voice indefinetly>
Here, take a brain slug!
The sibling below me has fire in-sewer-ants
I do, but only because of the reflected-sounds-of-underground-spirits
TSBM is also a fan of Cohen.
Brian Cohen the messiah possibly, but not Leonard Cohen. My musical miserableness doesn't venture beyond Neil Young and Joy Division.
TSBM is too young to have heard of any of these.
Indeed I am-- or is it my tastes run to different people? Perhaps.
The sibling below me keeps an extra pet rock in the back, just in case their main one dies suddenly.
The fishes we tried petting ;) should be fossilized by now
The sibling below me has still not got ridden of that silly hat (s)he should be ashamed of
I monitor its health constantly with a mood ring.
The Sib Belo Me has moody blues.
[edit] simultaneous posting! [/edit]
I have kept many hats beyond their time.
The Sib Belo Me is mad for a hat trick.
True, I'm bats for hats, especially when they must be monitored with a mood ring.
Oh dear- I've confused The Sibling Below me...
Is confusion the augmentation of simple fusion?
Look out! He has a confusion bomb!
The sibling below me would prefer a confucian bomb
So long as I don't have to memorize huge volumes of ancient tomes....
The sibling below me prefers ancient toes, to ancient tomes...
Well, my toes are getting a bit old, and I do like them. Or at least, I think I prefer having them to not having them.
The sibling below me does not like the idea of being toeless in Seattle.
Not to be toeless is likely preferable in most places
The sibling below me is -less in/with/on/about/etc. many things/situations/topics/etc.
Escept being toeless, which I recall from reading Chinua Achebe's Things Fall Apart in Jr High Social Studies class, was a euphemism both for wearing shoes and for having leprosy.
The Sibling Below Me has so far evaded the dire conditions accompanying modern western clothing.
Well, partially, anyway, as I tend to sleep without them! ;D
The Sibling below me goes to bed fully dressed, shoes, hat, briefcase- the works!
Only on opposite day.
TSBM Is always hot in the evenings
Indeed I am-- I average 97 degrees F or approximately 36.5 C
Come to think of it, I average that temp most mornings, too....
Makes going to the doctors' a chore, though-- the nurses are often vexed at me for failing to keep the thermometer in place properly. Even explaining to them that I normally run 1 or 2 degrees cooler than "average"....
The sibling below me is jealous of my lower temp-- for when I'm outdoors, my lower temp is less attractive to biting insects, so that when I stand next to them, the insects don't bite me...
And it ruins the aim of my heat seeking missiles
The sibling below me prefers cold steel anyway
Yup, specially katanas although the survival rate is higher with full metal jacket bullets.
TSBM feels more comfortable with a kevlar vest.
Reluctantly. I am more attached to chainmail personally
The sibling below me replaced his silly hat with a steel helmet but has not changed looking ridiculous
My steel helmet is actually a custom-made chain mail coif.
(I probably do look ridiculous, though...)
The Sibling Below me is able to hold civil discourse on the relatives merits of fedoras over hombergs.
NEVER!!! Anyone that would wear a fedora is a :censored: !!!
The sibling below me will only take his/her hat off for one reason.
Yes, to get rid of it. I does not harmonize with the chainmail and does not fit either over or under the steel helmet.
The sibling below me prefers the round shield to the square
Of course. They are 'boss'.
The sibling below me considers the 'hand and a half' sword to be a most offensive weapon.
Indeed.
Why anyone would willingly remove half of one hand to use the thing is beyond me...
The sibling below me absolutely refuses to use a bastard sword, purely on ethical grounds.
Easy, I am a battleaxe person (as already stated), so I view swords as elitist anyway. A bastard sword is the ultimate decadence.
The sibling below me thinks of naginatas as swords on sticks
Yeah, but talk about your long arm of the law...
The Sibling below me prefers barefoot wrastlin'.
Wasn't that warsle-ing (as in the Scottish Castle scene in Casino Royale, the Niven version)
The Sibling below me is the last of the few
Indeed. Since I never had kids, you could also say I'm the last of my particular genetic lineage.
The sibling below me prefers cloning anyway.
Better lots of clones than maniac clowns, I say!
The sibling below me would use chlorine
It's such an easy recipe.... a jug of bleach, a jug of muriatic acid...
TSBM just learned this is why one must NEVER mix bleach with other chemicals.
Except brain chemicals. :brainbleech:
The Sibling Below Me lines his/her brain with Reynold's Wrap and all his/her cleanup is a snap!
This would require to be in actual possession of a brain. What if I am just trying to do with up-to-date vacuum techniques?
The sibling below me fears to be taken from this place and his/her gaskin slit, his/her moules shown to the four winds, his/her welchet torn asunder with many hooks and his/her figgin placed upon a spike.
Medieval executions are always scary.
The sibling below me dreams of gallows from time to time.
I should not have watched House of Whipcord* then (or any Western for that matter).
The sibling below me votes for whipping as an Olypmic discipline.
*Actually a thought-provoking movie but not a pleasant viewing experience (except for the deranged but those would complain that too much is just hinted at and not shown in all details)
I can't decide which meaning of discipline would be better.
The sibling below me is a dry cleaner from Des Moines.
...and it aint easy, getting those drys clean to thier liking. Prohibitionists can be very persnickety.
The Sibling Below me thinks that prohibitionists should be prohibited.
If there is one thing I absolutely can not stand, it is someone that is intolerant.
The sibling below me believes we should have a prohibition on inhibitions.
Don't know how the fundies would feel about that...
The sibling below me wants to attend an inhibition prohibition exhibition.
Quote from: Alpaca on June 02, 2008, 06:42:32 PM
Don't know how the fundies would feel about that...
The sibling below me wants to attend an inhibition prohibition exhibition.
I.P.E????
Is that what it stands for.... and, here all these years I thought it stood for international petroleum exhibition....
The sibling below me remembers when those were actually held in Tulsa-- and that city claimed to be the Oil Capitol of the world. A severe shortage of booze-by-the-drink caused it to migrate to Houston... (idiot prohibitionists.....all that lovely tourist revenue lost...)
I only remember that the Dalton brothers had their headquarters in the Tulsa area.
The sibling below me can't decide whether Tulsa is a dance, a sauce or a name for a girl
Tulsa's no dance (too many Baptists) and it's not a sauce (it'd taste like oily dirt) and if anybody named a girlchild Tulsa, they might as well have named her Waxahatchie...
The Sibling Below Me never wants to be in Waxahatchie or Nachitoches either!
If it's all the same to you, I'd rather be in Philadelphia.
The sibling below me takes umbrage at that thought.
I'm adding it to my umbrage collection; I plan to collect them all and trade them with my friends...
The sibling below me has some good stuff to trade.
It's in a brown bag marked lunch.
The sibling below me makes perfectly innocuous objects look threatening.
Indeed I do.
It's easy: simply suspend them at a great height, by very fine threads, over a commonly used path or door.
Then wait for some victim to come along, and point out how thin the threads are, holding up the object over their heads....
....scary, hunh?
The sibling below does not fall for that-- they will simply step to the side... same as avoiding an oncoming train...
I don't fall for it, unless my sidestep is into a hole.
The sibling below me plays human chess.
I find chess inhuman (even without some certain specimens of players)
The sibling below me hasn't yet washed the hog.
That's hogwash!
The sibling below me holds press conferences.
Wine and book presses from all over the country visit them.
The sibling below me is impressed about this expression
It induces mental compression.
The sibling below me breathes fire.
I can't help it. I really enjoy red onions.
The Sibling Below Me looks through a glass onion.
I tend to see the onion as half-empty.
The sibling below me is an onion optimist.
I'm always optomistic about alliums!! So many phytochemicals!
TSBM like aliens as much as alliums.
True. Especially if they're wearing a hat and long scarf.
The sibling below me can make a professional-looking scarf joint.
Well, I could back in the 70's, but not lately. ;)
The Sibling Below Me thought we were talking about knitting.
Ayuh, and I thought that Lennon was talking about woodworking in "Glass Onion". ;)
The Sibling Below Me knows that the aforementioned song is about reaching the bottom of your ship's booze-bottle and peering inside to find out where all the rum went.
Quote from: Agujjim on June 04, 2008, 07:26:03 PM
The Sibling Below Me knows that the aforementioned song is about reaching the bottom of your ship's booze-bottle and peering inside to find out where all the rum went.
Been there, done that!
The Sibling Below Me knows the last dram of rum is always stolen by the rum gremlins.
I AM the rum gremlins, but it might explain what happened to the last of the calvados.
The Sibling Below Me would rather cook with calvados than drink it.
The sibling below me is enjoying Summer Heat, now.
That lovely, moist heat that makings just breathing a chore. You know the kind-- your shirt sticks to your back, and you feel your armpits trickling sweat droplets from time-to-time..... :mrgreen:
I have it set on slow roast...nice and brown on the outside with a little pink in the middle.
The sibling below me makes iced tea by the gallon this time of year.
No, definitely not. Tea has to be hot all the year round.
The sibling below me will tell us some Hottentot jokes
Well, I would, but I don't think anyone would get them as they are all told in Hottentotian.
The Sibling Below Me took Hottentotian as an elective in seventh grade but can't seem to recall much of it.
I c-c-can't q-q-quite rememmemeb-brrr it.
The sibling below me says "literally" before making a figurative statement.
Literally, there are two kinds of people. Those that think there are two kinds of people and those that don't.
The sibling below me is one of the other kinds of people.
If by "other" you mean "typical" then you'd be wrong.....
The sibling below me likes to just re-define the terms whenever it would make them sound more intelligent...
If by "re-define" you mean make it up as I go, then...
The sibling below me has an honorary BS degree in BS.
Not only that, but I awarded it to myself, was the valedictorian of my class and have all ready paid off my student loan.
The Sibling Below Me thought BS meant Blistered Sister.
No, I thought it stood for Ben Stein of "Expelled" infamy.
The sibling below me has a better title for that movie.
'Excrement' .
The sibling below me isn't shocked.
No, I am relieved that someone else thinks so.
The Sibling Below Me believes that zoo monkeys would be just as happy to throw DVDs of "Expelled" at human visitors.
Quote from: Sibling Zono (anon1mat0) on June 13, 2008, 03:14:22 AM
'Excrement' .
:ROFL:
Throwing poo is throwing poo.
The sibling below me made a DVD of poo throwing monkeys and is sure it will have higher sales than "Expelled".
I might retire wealthy on the profits!
TSBM has trouble distinguishing between the poo throwing critters and the current Prezydunce of the Yoonited Stakes.
I did!
That is, until I realized all I had to do was look into the critter's eyes.
If the eyes are that of a warm, caring man with a good heart.....it was DEFINITELY NOT the preznit!
Easy!
The sibling below me worries that I'm looking deeply into the eyes of simians way too much.
If the alternative is looking to long into the eyes of the crystal skull or of this beauty*
(http://www.canmag.com/images/front/lucas/indy432.jpg)
http://www.canmag.com/images/front/lucas/indy432.jpg
The sibling below me would rather date Ann Coulter** :o
*I was surprised how thin she is in this movie
**In that case: Apage Satana!!!!
pLes xcUsE if i tYPinG fuNNy, i aM in fETaL poSiTIon.
The Sibling Below Me would just as soon kiss a hornet than Anne Coulter.
But how would I tell the difference?
Oh! I know. the Hornet is not intrinsically vile.
The Sibling below me has noticed 'Ann' Coulter's adam's apple.
I have although I shouldn't given that I always picture her with a burka.
TSBM knows how hard is to find a consistent fundie.
Hard? No, not really. They all are consistently irrational ....
Which reminds me of McCain's latest flip-flop in the news today: offshore oil drilling.
Before, he was again' it. Now, he's in favor..... FLIP-FLOP!
The sibling below me knows of many other McCain's flip-flops....including a very used pair of footwear.
Not only McSame but now Mr. Charles Christ governor of FL who was against offshore drilling (for obvious reasons: FL depends economically of its beaches) is now a convert. Even Bushie's bro was against it!
TSBM is banging his head now. :headbang: :headbang: :headbang:
No, for that I use a kettle drum.
The sibling below me is for mandatory rabies testing in politicians
Not a bad idea. I would also be for mandatory rabies vaccines for everyone registering to vote, just in case they come into close contact with polticians.
The Sibling Below Me wants to administer the rabies shots.
Indeed I do.
I would use this:
(http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p133/BobQuantumFaith/50calrifle.gif)
...with a modified cartridge to deliver the rabies shots to politicians.
I'd aim for their pointy heads, so there would be little or no damage to their functioning as a politician.
Alternative sites might be in their immense backsides. Or, perhaps their huge hands (used for grabbing power and money).
A heart shot would be useless, as the dense, hardened stones (which they use instead of an actual heart) would likely be impervious to penetration of any kind.
As for voters? I'd use a conventional needle, with Novocain optional. It's painful enough, when they must choose from among the offerings as it is.... ::)
The sibling below me thinks that multiple rabies shots would be even better...
I think we should give politicians wide spectrum vaccinations...including vaccinations against lying.
The sibling below me knows how to vaccinate against lying.
Use the lyme vaccine and erase the M?
The sibling below me has still not get ridden of that silly hat (s)he should be ashamed of
Indeed I haven't. Assuming you mean the dead blackbird one I wore for my first son's wedding. It's about to be recycled for the second son's.
TsBM may kill themselves if any more of their favourite TV programmes are chucked off in favour of the abhorrence of men running around on the grass kicking a ball with their feet for more money than anyone should ever receive.
Well, there certainly are enough shows of men running around in their knickers kicking a poor little ball. But the shows I really ABHOR are the ones that claim to be about reality, but aren't.
The sibling below me has a great idea for a "reality" show.
Oh yes: Bush and Co cleaning a minefield, defusing booby traps, smoke snipers out, dodge RPGs, juggling with cluster bomb duds, selling bloody pork on a Friday in Qom and in the final episode playing the game of nuke the fridge.
The sibling below me opposes the last part because lead is noxious.
Actually, I thought all of it was noxious, especially the subjects.
The Sibling Below Me has noxious things in her/his fridge right now and can describe them.
Indeed I do and I can. But, as this is a FAMILY forum, I will keep the descriptions to myself.
Unless....
....I need to drag them out as punishment!
The sibling below me believes in corporal punishment of politicians, frequently and with much relish.
There is a Donald Duck story where Uncle Scrooge becomes the ruler of an alien planet with a helmet crown, whose wings are gloved hands and that cannot be taken off while he is in office. Everytime he tries to do something evil and/or greedy those hands slap him in the face.
Something like that would be ideal for politicians etc.
The sibling below me would prefer a behind-kicker instead.
Perhaps we can hire soccer players in the off season?
The sibling below me knows the difference between futbol and football.
I think futbol has more hooligans.
The Sibling Below Me thinks that we should go tripartisan, the Hooligans being the third party.
Spell it Wholigans and I'll think about it. ;)
TSBM is interested in the signing bonus for joining the Wholigans.
I am allergic to wool, so I better avoid it
The sibling below me works at Woolwich
Indeed I do. I am in R&D at the arsenal, developing the 'Slappy Hat'. Well, I'm the test subject, so my head is a mass of bruises....
TSBM loves Dolly Parton
Dolly Parton has always fascinated me. I used to be rather horrified with her combo of gigantic bosom and little baby voice, but she has done some very good acting in some very good movies. She represents a mythical creature: the American Southern Woman Child Goddess of Comely Folk Wisdom.
The Sibling below me wonders what the Church of Dolly Parton would look like.
Actually, I do not.
I have relativeds who have made pilgrimages there (http://www.dollywood.com/).
The Sibling Below Me avoids cult-of-personality theme parks.
[EDIT] ...or cult-of-personality churches... [/EDIT]
Indeed I do.
In spite of a delightful song by Paul Simon, called Graceland, I do not ever intend to actually go there.
Or to any other such thing.
The notable exceptions would be National Monuments dedicated to people who actually made a Difference, like Lincoln's Memorial.
The Sibling Below Me think the Washington Monument sends the wrong symbolic message.
Yes, how many flying saucers have crashed into it in the last 50 years? That must mean, something is wrong.
The sibling below me prefers flying tuning forks
Well, flying tuning forks are nice, but I really prefer flying china teapots.
The sibling below me worries that alligator shoes might bite.
Maybe not the shoes but my pet gavial (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gavial) may recognize a relative and get angry.
The sibling below me will design a muzzle for all types of crocodile.
Indeed. Although I understand with their limited dexterity, most crocodilians prefer breech loader type weapons.
But, with the new Supreme Court decision, I suppose it's only a matter of time when crocs are armed to the teeth...
The sibling below me is preparing for gerbils who might exercise their Constitutional Second Amendment rights.
Attention/warning: very bad taste ahead
Given the vermin that is already armed*, actual rodents won't bother me
And rodents prefer blades
(http://www.fanlib.com/image/1ejb5i)
http://www.fanlib.com/image/1ejb5i
The sibling below me is for free single-shot smoothbore muskets for everyone.
*I think the problem is not the 2nd amendement by itself but the cult around it that rivals the worst excesses of Mary-worshipping (that also includes people that demand genocide against non-adherents**)
**"Not before all protestants are drowned in their own blood can the love of Mary bloom again!"
Really, I'm pro gun-control, but maybe that would qualify. If everyone was armed with a more complicated, challenging-to-load piece of weaponry we might all feel safer. Plus, the dunderheads would probably shoot their own fool heads off and the peaceniks would never load theirs, but wave them threateningly enough.
The Sibling Below Me would prefer a jellyfish-laden catapult.
That's a very painful way to go! :bees:
TSBM much rather have bullet control:
[youtube=425,350]juLQBeZXmPU&NR=1[/youtube]
Prayer controlled bullets to defy Mark Twain
The sibling below me does not understand that allusion
Neither does Mary, Queen of Scots.
The Sibling Below Me is waving at us from a cart of plague victims.
"Bring out your Dead!"
*bong*
"Bring out your Dead!"
*bong*
"Bring out your Dead!"
*bong*
"Bring out your Dead!"
*bong*
"Here you go."
"hey, he's not dead yet! I can't take'em like that!"
"He'll be dead in a minute, can't you wait"
"No, I got to get over to the millers-- they have 7 dead last night"
"I'm not dead!"
"Oh be quiet-- you'll be dead in a moment. When will you be around again?"
"Next Thursday."
"I don't want to keep him around that long. Look, isn't there something you can do?"
*looks around*
*THUD*
"Thanks a bunch!"
"Right. See you next Thursday."
*squeek of cart's wheels*
"Bring out your Dead!"
*bong*
"Bring out your Dead!"
*bong*
(I managed that completely from memory, so any errors are all mine.... ahh the fruits of a misspent youth)
The Sibling Below me enjoyed that trip down memory lane-- and would enjoy more such trips of only they could remember the way...
Especially that with the monks from the same scene
(http://arago4.tnw.utwente.nl/stonedead/movies/holy-grail/thumbnails/05-monks.jpg)
http://arago4.tnw.utwente.nl/stonedead/movies/holy-grail/thumbnails/05-monks.jpg
The sibling below me is working on an autoflagellator
Yes, it's sort of a bicycle which whacks you on the back as you pedal, so not only are you self-flagellating, you are getting excercise and saving gas as well. I have also designed a hair shirt-and-bike-pants set to go with it.
The Sibling Below Me can think a hat and shoes to go with that outfit.
The face-slapping helmet I describe elsewhere (the one Uncle Scrooge had to wear)
Running shoes with the spikes inside
The sibling below me has a foldable waterboard
It turns out to be very useful when doing the laundry.
The sibling below me would rather eat glass than do laundry.
Well, who wouldn't?
The sibling below me is posh, and only eats crystal.
What do you expect from a parvenu troll?
the sibling below me is heir apparent to the throne of Lower Berzerkistan
Shh! You'll get me blown up.
The Sibling Below Me has a million-dollar smile.
I do. Unfortunately, it has only earned me $1.42 in revenue.
The sibling below me thinks the million dollars would have been better invested in Halliburton stock.
Even if I were that unethical, don't you know that the US dollar now converts to Pound and Euro as one pound of dollars equaling 1 Euro? I doubt that they would accept shareholders that poor.
The sibling below me will share the contents of the hold with the poor
Indeed I will.
At least the US dollar is not as bad as Zimbabwe-- I heard today that a piece/loaf of bread is worth roughly a billion Z dollars.
That's right-- with a "b".
The hyper-inflation of that country is incredible, and the idiots "running" the place just keep printin' the paper scrip as if it actually meant something...
The sibling below me wants to wall-paper his/her room with Zimbabwe currency.
No I don't. BTW...
Quote from: Swatopluk on July 02, 2008, 06:17:08 PM
don't you know that the US dollar now converts to Pound and Euro as one pound of dollars equaling 1 Euro?
Not yet, although if you use nickels a pound gives you ~US$4.50 or ~2.80 Euros. It is closer with the Stirling Pound @ ~2.25.
TSBM wants to convert his/her money to gold.
Provided you finance it, I'll open an alchemy section.
The sibling below me blew it again
---
Btw, inflation jokes: In 1920ies Germany hyperinflation it was said that a wheelbarrow was needed to transport the money for that loaf of bread to the baker. On the way the money would lose the rest of its value and the bread would change hands in exchange for the wheelbarrow.
Yes, my nose has been very stuffy lately.
The sibling below me has a nose for news.
Noose not nose! (we hang the messenger, ammo is so costly these days)
The sibling below me is rotten in the state of Denmark
Yes, I have done such EEEEEEEEvil things while in Denmark.
The sibling below me wonders how Clark Kent managed to shave.
Easy! He used a kriptonite blade.
The sibling below me wonders what happened in Smallville when young Clark reached puberty, and the inevitable consequences of that...
Different species, so at least no offspring.
Now what about, if he had been a girl
The sibling below me sells chastity belts to fundamentalists
Yes but I omit the documentation of the vibrating functions.
TSBM doesn't judge the poor taste of that joke.
I find it hard to judge when I'm cracking up!
The Sibling Below Me wants a plastic squeaky gavel.
I used to have one (as the weapon of choice for the Chapulin Colorado (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chapulin_colorado)).
TSBM has mixed feelings about the shows (s)he liked as a kid.
I don't regret a second of time wasted invested enjoyed in front of Dr. Who.
The Sibling Below Me enjoys sharing some old childhood pastimes with receptive children.
Indeed I do. Especially those that are apt to frighten them but only just a little.
Children's innocence is easy to scare-- then when they see it's just all in fun, they laugh from the bottom of their being-- no holding back with kids.
The sibling below me has been watching the nominee of McSame with trepidation....
And I am still not sure that this not a crossover of Monty Python and Hidden Camera, especially with the rumors that the baby with Down Syndrome might not be hers but her teenage daugther's.
The sibling below me hopes that she will be replaced by Connecticut senator Joe Palpatine on the ticket.
I have had many such false hopes in my time.
I was among those secretly hoping for a Buchanan-Gramm Repub "Dream" Team back in '92.
The Sibling Below Me knows the secret of wishing on a star.
Indeed I do, and asbestos gloves are only part of it.
The sibling below me likes caffeine, but only in liquid form.
I doubt that it can be turned into a gas at atmospheric pressure without decomposition (but I'd have to check)
The sibling below me is vapid enough to lack all taste
Oh certainly. I am well past caring what my clothing looks like-- I go for warmth in the winter, not-hot in the summer and the minimum of modesty round the house. Good Taste? That is for people with too much time on their hands, or for Fashion Victims.
The sibling below me knows several Fashion Victims, personally.
Yeah that cravat was too tight, that jugular piercing was not the most clever move and I could have told him that "black is always in fashion" did not mean doing minstrel show makeup, especially not when visiting certain parts of town. And don't ask me about the one who interpreted "dressed to kill" a bit too literally.
The sibling below me carries a body bag and a tombstone with him/her just in case.
I certainly do! BE PREPARED!!
The sibling below me knows to NOT use that motto when visiting with a cannibal chef.
And I will not ask: Do you want me as cook or dish?
The sibling below me prefers vegetarian cannibals
It's a tofu-eat-tofu world out there!
The Sibling Below Me thinks that Mr. Clean Magic Sponges are actually tofu.
Since I do not intent to eat either...
The sibling below me has the secret identity of Tofu-man/girl
Just call me Mister Soybean!
The sibling below me thinks tofu tastes fine, especially if fried in pure pork fat.
Ayuh, but getting really pure pork fat is an issue.
Tofu and meat are not mutually exclusive in our house - fried tofu is tasty, but we don't fry it in lard.
TSBM substitutes home-rendered bear grease for lard in their pie crusts (I have friends who really do this).
Put it next to my rancid yak butter tea!
The sibling below me will add haggis to that
A haggis is a hard thing to break...
The sibling below me is a student of ancient Egyptian puns.
No! I am an expert in ancient Egyptian pans.
TsBM can't tell a jug from a pan.
I missed school the day that lesson was on.
TSBM thinks languages are overrated.
In the Scots language, yes, we have over-r-r-rated due to the rolling "r".
TsBM knows the exact number of words in every language that contain a rolling "r" when pronounced correctly by native speakers of the language. Furthermore, TsBM, can supply at leat five of them at the drop of a hat (though probably not a deer stalker).
Rápido ruedan los carros cargados de azucar al ferrocarril. I also can bring a Spanish - Italian dictionary too. :mrgreen:
The sibling below me was thinking on examples from Russian.
No, more of Zarah Leander with her famous rolling UFA-rrrrrrrr
The sibling below me is more into renaissance madrigals
I love Monteverdi's but my preference goes to Carlo Gesualdo da Venosa.
TSBM would also kill his/her spouse if found with his/her lover.
Nah, I wouldn't kill him. I'd just leave and let them eventually kill eachother.
The Sibling Below Me just had his/her nails done.
Yes, the hammer needed some exercise.
The sibling below me plays the banjo in the bathtub
Oh, indeed -- if ever I were forced to play the banjo, playing it under water would be an immense improvement.
The sibling below me thinks that electified instruments are an abomination. Especially the electric harpsichord...
I am also for making baroque clothing (including allonge wig) mandatory for harpsichord playing.
The sibling below me makes an exception for the electric trombone (and the jaw harp)
Well, I suppose a case can be made for the trombone-- it is hard to fly with one on an airplane these days.
It's why a famous bass violinist had an electric bass viol made-- to make flying to concerts easier... his Stradivarius instrument was too big to fit into coach...
The sibling below me thinks really really old instruments are better than those made in Japan or China...
Only if in good shape, and depending on the luthier, there are some serious ones in Japan and China is catching up.
TSBM knows who/what Gebr. Alexander Mainz is.
Erm, it's... a kind of cheese?
The Sibling Below Me wants a cheese named after her/him.
My real name, written as one word sounds more like a wine (or maybe beer).
Actually the meaning inversion of my name would be a good cheese name: Weich-Angsttaler (i.e.a soft cheese from Angsttal)
The Sibling below me will try to obtain a bottle of Kröver Nacktarsch
http://www.winegirl.ch/Images/Krover/Ehes.jpeg
http://www.weingutaroemer.de/Nacktarsch.jpg
(or a whole collection of the bottle labels: http://www.winegirl.ch/Subjects/Krover.html)
I would....except I no longer drink wine.
The sibling below me is aghast at the thought of that.
Pssst. I don't drink beer, either....
I am! :o
TSBM would drink wine everyday if (s)he could.
No, I am with Bob on that.
The sibling below me is paranoid about Teetotallers.
Yes, I'm paranoid about becoming one - I believe in taking preventative measures. ;)
The sibling below me has more hair below the neck than above.
Nope, the head wins the hair contest, here. I'm growing it. I want to look different from other people my age.
The Sibling Below Me has hairy feet.
and pointy ears too.
TSBM isn't delusional
Occasionally (I try to avoid it, it spoils the fun)
The sibling below me has nothing to hide
If you've got it, flaunt it! ;)
TSBM knows what man was never meant to know.
...and now they are hunting me...
TSBM considers paranoia a way of living
I would, except they might notice. I'd rather not be noticed by them.
But, I always remember this: just because you are paranoid, does not mean they are not out to get you...
The sibling below me was confused by all the negatives in that sentence.
It's not up to me not to negate no absent confusion I never denied to have not never abrogated.
Thes isbling below mw has ni diffuiclty to undetsrmnnd what i ma ntalking abouzh he now.
tuylr, I idd ton.
The Sibling Below Me also learned spelling from Domican Nuns.
Well, I certainly did-- if your replace "Domican" with "public school" and "nuns" with "teacher", then you'd be 100% correct.
This is assuming, obviously, that I can actually spell without a spell-chuncker built into my web browser (which I cannot...not really)
The sibling below me thinks that automatic spell-chunkers is a form of cheating, and ought to be banned.
Automatic spell-chunkers sound to me like magic submachineguns. That would clearly be cheating.
The sibling below me know how to extract magic from peas
A little steam, a little butter- Mmmmmmmm, MAGIC PEAS!!!!!!
The Sibling Below Me knows how to fly but also knows better than to try it.
Isbling?
Yes, I was told by an authority (http://www.extremelysmart.com/humor/howtofly.php).
The sibling below me also dislikes hurt knees
Only my own. Others hurt will elicit sympathy/laughter (delete as appropriate). But, as an elephant, they are bigger than your human knees, and I have four of them...
The Sibling Below Me will now reveal what they have more of than is the norm.
Well, if "smart-@ss" is a "something" then I have more of it than most.... ::)
The sibling below me just went "eeewwww" at the thought of more "smart-@ss"-ness than most...
We could go into a clever donkey contest to get over it.
The sibling below me has a crush on Maggie Thatcher
One time I was drinking an Orange Crush, and ran right smack into her. It got all over her beautiful wool outfit. I felt terrible! I offered to have it dry-cleaned, but she said not to worry about it, she had more.
The Sibling Below Me knows how to get orange soda out of a kilt.
Yeah well there was a tragic accident during our schools modernized production of Macbeth. For some reason it was based on Soda Company Execs rather than Thanes and Kings... It was... bad.
The sibling below me was in a somewhat similar production of Hamlet.
The complete worksof William Shakespearein (abridged) in 90 minutes.
Hamlet covers the part after the intermission to use up the remaining time.
Even that proves insufficient, so they play it again...backwards ("Denmark of King the for room Make")
The sibling below me prefers Titus Andronicus as cooking show on TV.
Of course! Meat pies are teh killa!
TSBM would prefer to be stranded in the Andes with a team of rugby.
Still be better than having to eat BB's Fish 'Ead Stoo.
TSBM might disagree.
I might. 'cept that I'm hallergic to fishies, especially in a stew....break'm out all in hives. Nasty.
The sibling below me uses fishhead stew as a defoliant, to rid the edges of their lawn of weeds...
The weed is the lawn. Grass doesn't grow in this garden. (Seriously, There is more moss than grass)
The sibling below me thinks that Agent Orange was a superhero TV series during the Vietnam era.
A 'hero' that burned entire villages inhabitants included.
TSBM thinks like Umberto Eco that all superheroes are the protectors of the status quo
Change is so difficult to protect (would that be antitect or aftertect?)
The sibling below me owns a statue of Quo
Well, I did, but I got that "make a million bucks on E-bay" DVD and I just had to try it out, soooo.....
The sibling below me tries to sell political junkets on E-bay
I thought there might be a niche market for Slow Junks to China, but no.
The Sibling Below Me avoids both junkets and trinkets.
I do, I do....until there is an electronic equivalent of either one, I'm waiting.
The sibling below me thinks that E-Trinkets will be the Next Big Thing, and is looking for investors.
...but when I bring up e-rings, they think I'm talking about o-rings and no-one wants an American-made one of those.
The Sibling Below Me thinks o-rings are something naughty.
Yes, from experience I've learned that o-ring failure results in lubricant getting sprayed all over the place. And several hours of cleanup.
TSBM also has experience cleaning up hydraulic fluid.
Indeed. The first time I changed the transmission fluid on an automatic, I had fluid everywhere.... messy.
The sibling below me is secretly working on an automatic transmission that doesn't use any fluids...
Electric?
TSBM knows that the nitrogen for superconducting uses is a fluid.
Yes, I checked.... now my finger is 100% solid.
TSBM intended to chase the bats out of their belfry, but got distracted by the toys in the attic on the way up.
Indeed I did.....and now I sit on a dusty, splintered floor surrounded by ancient toys of childhood fame. Fascinated...mostly as to why I ever saw anything in this collection of what is generously described as junk. There truly is no accounting for taste, and children's taste least of all.
The sibling below me tries to cultivate the tastes of children, as much as possible.
Yes, I pre-season them by feeding them lots of garlic, and daily tarragon salads add a delicate flavour. Now, some folks prefer to keep them immobilized and on a low-iron diet (like veal), but I think the taste is much improved by plenty of fresh air and sunshine. The slight reduction in tenderness is not a major deal if one dry-cures the meat, which is quite a delicacy.
Oh wait... you said cultivate the tastes.
The sibling below me thinks the idea of eating children is disgusting (beyond one year of age).
I was going to say "If you feed them well, they taste well". In any case one year olds are the best of both worlds, being tender but no to greasy.
TSBM will overcome his fear to share children recipes.
Will a teenager recipe do?
Ingredients:
1 teenager
1 well-stocked kitchen
Instructions:
Tell teenager what the menu is. Tell them to get in the kitchen and rattle them pots & pans until it is made. Serve with plenty of raised eyebrows, rolling eyes, dramatic sighing, and smatterings of allegations of child abuse.
Delicious!
The Sibling Below Me enjoys teen recipes not requiring shouting into a microphone grille from a car window.
Indeed I do. Especially recipes that do not involve a plethora of teens, movie film, and no plot (but lots of near-nudity and potty humor)....
The sibling below me is fascinated by some of those new birth-control ads that are showing up lately...
I am more fascinated (in a car crash kind of way) with the recent utterings of Gloria von Thurn und Taxis on the topic (soon to be the new prophetess of abstinence-only with a (not actually) slight topping of racism*).
The sibling below me wants to see a fistfight between Chelsea Clinton and Bristol Palin (after delivery and convalescence of course).
*an unkind paraphrase would be: "Don't trust condoms. AIDS would not be such a problem if those niggers were not so fond of fucking." Of course she did not use the n-word or the f-word but the meaning was the same
Nope, I have nothing against Chelsea.
TSBM Would like Obama to call Chelsea to his campaign.
He could call in Kensington and Knightsbridge as well. Better leave Millwall be, though.
TSBM will now paraphrase Euclid.
Pie are not ROUND, Pie are SQUARE.
Yet, many folk in the badlands could not get this simple mathematical concept past their preconceived ideas for some reason.
The sibling below me will now point out that cornbread are not round, either... (except in muffin form, obviously)
Complete regular roundness is impossible except at fully symmetric sinks or sources of gravity in absence of angular momentum.
The sibling below me will show what factors have been left out in that claim.
I would, except that I was sidetracked by all the pie and cornbread round here...
The Sibling Below Me will properly take up Swatos' invitation.
Oh, I would, but my mouth's full of cornbread N beans. (suggestive sales and all that...but better keep upwind tomorrow, just in case...)
The sibling below me makes cornbread the old fashioned way, by hand-grinding the dried corn first.
One does nothing of the sort. One has someone do the manual labour for one. (See above, re: gardener)
The Sibling Below One will now inform one just what this "cornbread" stuff is, and if it is suitable.
It's one of those new viral stealth campaigns of the yellow arches bunch. Next week it will be ads for sugarfree high calories table water.
The sibling below me was unsuccessful in selling them a recipe for fat and protein free milkshakes
It didn't have enough chemical additives in it (and to be fair tasted horrible ;)).
TSBM misses George Carlin
ƒ€Ҝŋ-Å, I do.
The Sibling Below Me disagrees.
Kreuz Birnbaum und Hollerstaud'n I do!
The sibling below me will present us with a sonnet consisting mainly of dirty words
It's hardly PG, so I won't present it here.
TSBM has a pet yeti that s/he feeds trespassers.
Well I did, but alas, I had to let her go. It seems a continuous diet of right-wing fundies has given her gas like no other, and she's been puttin' on weight.
The sibling below me will think of cheese for the next 30 seconds....
I cry foul! How could you? I didn't want to think of cheese and now...
TSBM isn't as easily influenced
I'm not, but I'm still thinking of cheese.
I'm always thinking of cheese.
I used to eat four or five pounds a week, but now I only eat two to two and a half kilos.
The sibling below me used to care, but now doesn't.
I suppose you're referring to my apathy toward religion?
TSBM knows who Nathan Explosion is.
Well.....I do now* .... :brainbleech: ...
Metal Apocalypse? Is that where the earth is crushed beneath a coating of unobtainium (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unobtainium)? Hmmm.
The sibling below me knows better than to google obscure, but wicked-sounding names like that...
* thanks, Wikipedia. and Cartoon Network.... and sadly, I've actually seen a few fractions of episodes of that show...
Quote from: Bob in a quantum-state-of-faith on September 15, 2008, 09:41:37 AM
* thanks, Wikipedia. and Cartoon Network.... and sadly, I've actually seen a few fractions of episodes of that show...
*sniffs* I actually like that show. And I own the first season, too.
If it sounds interesting, I immediately go to wikipedia, not google.
TSBM doesn't think that's much better.
Dethklok!
Dethklok!
Dethklok!
Dethklok!
I'm... ticking... for... the...
Dethklok!
Dethklok!
Skwisgaar Skwigelf taller than a tree,
Toki Wartooth not a bumblebee,
William Murderface Murderface Murderface,
Pickles the Drummer doodily doo ding dong doodily doodily doo,
Nathan Explosion.
Edited because I don't remember doing the original huge size on purpose...
The more I hear the malignment of wikipedia the more I'm a convert. I guess the conservapedia guys are just 'teaching the controversy'.
TSBM already knows that encarta and britannica aren't as interesting as wiki.
Eh, I check out Britannica every now and then, just for the stodgey aspect on things.
The Sibling Below Me sees nothing wrong with "stodgey".
Stodgey? Stodgey? The finest known collection of knowledge on the face of the planet? I ask you, what other repository contains volumes such as 13, How to Hug. Stodgey?!. Willikins, fetch the guns and release the hounds, these blaggards need a lesson.....
TSBM will now flee the hounds.
I was about to feed them ;)
TSBM enjoys more sophisticated forms of torture entertainment
Indeed, indeed. Usually involves grading essays written lik they wr frum t3h internets w/o da humor. U get it? hahahaha
:spontaneously combusts:
The sibling below me is annoyed that they'll have to clean up my soot.
Not at all! I am collecting it to make lampblack ink for my next essay.
The Sibling Below Me prefers writing with Dragon's Blood.
:offtopic:
Quote from: Scriblerus the Philosophe on September 15, 2008, 04:50:20 PM
Quote from: Bob in a quantum-state-of-faith on September 15, 2008, 09:41:37 AM
* thanks, Wikipedia. and Cartoon Network.... and sadly, I've actually seen a few fractions of episodes of that show...
*sniffs* I actually like that show. And I own the first season, too.
;D (and I most humbly apologize.....taste is a very personal thing, yes? just not my thing, even though I'm a fan of Robot Chicken and South Park... it must just be me, as Wiki indicated the show was quite popular....maybe it's a generational thing? I'm 5 decades, you know...! )
now, we return you to your regularly scheduled thread...
Quote from: Bob in a quantum-state-of-faith on September 16, 2008, 05:52:42 AM
:offtopic:
Quote from: Scriblerus the Philosophe on September 15, 2008, 04:50:20 PM
Quote from: Bob in a quantum-state-of-faith on September 15, 2008, 09:41:37 AM
* thanks, Wikipedia. and Cartoon Network.... and sadly, I've actually seen a few fractions of episodes of that show...
*sniffs* I actually like that show. And I own the first season, too.
;D (and I most humbly apologize.....taste is a very personal thing, yes? just not my thing, even though I'm a fan of Robot Chicken and South Park... it must just be me, as Wiki indicated the show was quite popular....maybe it's a generational thing? I'm 5 decades, you know...! )
now, we return you to your regularly scheduled thread...
Hang on a sec, before we return to normal.
Perhaps I'd best not show it to my father then, who's about your age, Bob. And perhaps if we ever do a Monastery-IRL thing, I'll subject you to a couple of the better episodes (ones that involve flying axes and melting cardinals and what might be Satan!).
Kay. You can go back to TSMB-ing again...
Quote from: Scriblerus the Philosophe on September 16, 2008, 06:05:51 AM
Quote from: Bob in a quantum-state-of-faith on September 16, 2008, 05:52:42 AM
:offtopic:
Quote from: Scriblerus the Philosophe on September 15, 2008, 04:50:20 PM
Quote from: Bob in a quantum-state-of-faith on September 15, 2008, 09:41:37 AM
* thanks, Wikipedia. and Cartoon Network.... and sadly, I've actually seen a few fractions of episodes of that show...
*sniffs* I actually like that show. And I own the first season, too.
;D (and I most humbly apologize.....taste is a very personal thing, yes? just not my thing, even though I'm a fan of Robot Chicken and South Park... it must just be me, as Wiki indicated the show was quite popular....maybe it's a generational thing? I'm 5 decades, you know...! )
now, we return you to your regularly scheduled thread...
Hang on a sec, before we return to normal.
Perhaps I'd best not show it to my father then, who's about your age, Bob. And perhaps if we ever do a Monastery-IRL thing, I'll subject you to a couple of the better episodes (ones that involve flying axes and melting cardinals and what might be Satan!).
Kay. You can go back to TSMB-ing again...
I do try to experience new things...the few bits I saw were confusing, and loud (not a huge metal fan anyway) so I changed the channel. But, if you know of a good episode coming up, and when it's to be on, I'll make a point to DVR it and watch. I'll even post a review, if you like. :mrgreen:
..............
And just to keep Griffin happy....
I would prefer writing in Dragon's Blood, except that it keeps burning through the paper, and I'm too
cheap poor
(yeah, that's it...poor) to afford proper deamon skin vellum.
The sibling below me would prefer Elf's Blood, except that lately it's too hard to come by, what with Elves being known liberals and all.
Sadly I can't find Billy & Mandy's episode in which the elves trick the dwarfs to take the mushroom business while they keep the lucrative cookie business.
TSBM is still devastated by the news of the end of the show (about a year ago).
I truly am. I LOVED that show. Must buy the seasons.
TSBM has a cell phone circa 1985 that they use as self-protection.
Well, I did. But a friend's foundation was sinking fast, and we needed something to prop it up with....something large, heavy and brick-like...and I had this old 1985 Motorola thing that was larger and much heaver than any brick...so...
The sibling below me thought that cell phones in the analog days were much more useful, and lugging around the batteries was good exercise anyway. Besides that satchel they came in was a nice fashion accessory.
Mmmmmm...no. Instead I was delighted to fob my parent's old "bag phone" : shudders : off onto an unsuspecting Garage Sale attendee who thought it was "cool".
The Sibling Below Me has never placed a call on a permanently wall-mounted, standard black, rotary dial phone in his/her young life.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
My brother and I suspect they never actually *had* the connecting service for the 'Bag Phone', just toted it about for 'safety'... :ROFL:
Can you SMS me how to operate one of those things? They look positively archaic.
The Sibling below me is postively archaic.
I follow the very archaic custom of posting (esp. Last).
The sibling below me prinks his/her plit
I prought the prest way was to spream to the phreavens...
TSBM has his nose stuffed
It's stuffed with bits they chooped off my ear.*
*this is true, removing cancer from my nose left a crater. ;)
TsBM has looked over their shoulder so often that their head is now stuck backwards.
But then I used the teleport from Spaceballs and all was normal again
The sibling below me wants to see Not-the-other-Palin wrestling a wolf, a moose, and a bear (before awarding her the lion tamer hat)
Can I coat her in a mix of liverpaste and honey, and hold the moose back to trample the bits??
TSBM wishes that Alaska had fallen into the Bering Straits and drowned when Sarah was mayor of Podunk, or whatever that
WaSilly town is...
I prefer the version where congress refused to pay for that wortless piece of real estate (Seward's Folly) in 1867.
The sibling below me is currently reading Czech Moscow's famous novel Alaskaja Ditja* in that alternate universe.
*russian: child/kid
How did you know I lived in an alternate universe?
The Sibling Below Me can see my alternate universe from her/his alternate universe.
It's called the second sight.
The sibling below me prefers second hand altenate universes
It's so hard breaking in a virgin universe.
TSBM will now think about weightless sex.
In a padded pod to be exact, and hoping that bumping against the walls isn't too distracting.
TSBM prefers doing it underwater.
Yes, but unfortunately it's better suited for younger males. I can't hold my breath long enough anymore. ;)
TSBM holds a world record.
I still own some records. I'd be surprised, if there was none with a World label.
The sibling below me will make a fortune with Ostrich-pulled SUVs
Yesh. Buy two!
TSBM is a B and E artist on the side.
Does that stand for Bovine digestive final product and embezzlement?
I would never make that my official business plan
The sibling below me will take the U from the USA
Indeed. A more accurate term will be D for Divided States of America.
And, while we're at it, that's another pet-peeve: It ought to be North America.
Thus, the new name will be:
These Divided States of North America. Or DSNA.
The sibling below me will come up with another meaning for DSNA...
Dyslexic National Signwriters Association.
TBMS will now train as a mushfaker.
Yes, I plan to be a big hit at parties with my Oatmeal Impersonation.
The Sibling Below Me knows how to make a sound like a scone.
Yes. If a Pretender to the Throne attempts to sit on me, I will scream, "Dè tha thu a dèanamh?"
TSBM knows the location of the actual Round Table.
I do, but under the strictures of the Diet of Worms, I'm not allowed to tell you.
TSBM, however, is.
But I won't. Living under the threat of Homeland [un]Security, I'm compelled to remain silent.
The sibling below me feels more secure than ever, since installing a do-it-yourself inflatable attack dog just inside the front door.... now with Realistic Barkstm
Yes. Quite positive the FBI or whoever comes to arrest me for dissenting will be scared of my inflato-dog.
TSBM has a bestiary of inflatable animals.
Inflatable mosqitos are all around the house.
The sibling below me harks the guardian pirates
And lo, a host of guardian pirates doth appear, saying "Rejoice and be exceedingly bombed, for unto you is bourned this day- a great cask of the foinest rum. And it's name shall be 'Emptied in a Trice'. Amen. And there was great rejoicing and also some falling down.
The Sibling Below Me has voted today.
Indeed, I have.
Even though it was a complete and total waste of my time (I'm in a red state...) I voted anyway.
It took me 2 hours and 10 minutes of line-waiting.
It took me about 7 minutes to complete the national ballot, and about a minute to read and vote on the two city propositions.
The voting machine read 803 and 804 as I fed my ballots in: meaning that 400+ people had voted in that machine alone. (there were multiple machines)
The guy doing the registration said it had been non-stop long-lines since 6:30 am (central). There was still a line out the door, as I left.
YAAAY! People are voting in droves....!
The sibling below me also voted, but wrote in "moose" for president, instead of the choices presented...
I was going to, but I misspelt it, and got
"If McCain wins I'll shave my head and become a nun" instead.
Then I realised that it was for the bye-election in Glenrothes. ::)
TSBM's vote actually counts.....
Well, in this vote (http://poll.pollcode.com/6AR) it does.
I voted for PZ myself; he's the current front runner, too.
The sibling below me will also vote in the above, for it's Important*
* are not ALL internet polls of vastly underrated importance?
But I really wanted to vote for the moose.
The sibling below me has approximately half of the popular vote.
Yes, but the other half of me is mounting a filibuster
The sibling below me has no internet connection
That is correct. I am Master Thespian, and I simply project my mighty voice directly into everyone's computers.
It only LOOKS like I used on-line software.
The sibling below me routinely listens to Master Thespian Radio: no technology required, just step outside and listen for the voice directly in the air.
You are thespicable!
The sibling below me is aware of all internet traditions but does not give a d*mn
Actually, there isn't much I DO give a d@mned about. Except not giving a d@mn. I really do give a d@mn about not giving a d@mn.
???
The sibling below me knows what I meme.
:giveadamn:
The Sibling below me gives two damns and an aquaduct.
Well, I would, but they tell me that there are snail darter endangered fishies in there, and my projects might kill'em.....
The sibling below me prefers their fishies not in their drinking water, thankyouverymuch
You can drink water? Who'da thunk it?
TSBM will now tell us about trichobezoar.
A tri-corner stone found in Goatie's stomach.
TSBM wears a trichobezoar.
Sounds more like a bezoar with trichinosis.
I do not wear jewelry.
The sibling below me wears enough (occult) jewlry to be practically bulletproof
Indeed. But, because of it's occult nature, it's entirely imaginary. So, as long as the bullets are imaginary, too, I'm in good shape.
the sibling below me thought South Park's latest episode was merely lame.
It will be when I gets Mugsy ta cut the little paper legs off those guys.
The Sibling Below Me thinks that would be a shame.
They are not worth the paper they are printed on!!!
The sibling below me rants and raves and spews bile
But only when sick.
TSMB has a pea shooter.
I only shoot English peas, not black eyed peas, though!!
TSBM has a fondness for split pea soup, but has not figured out pea fission yet.
I have now. Bed of peas, place finny one on top.
TSBm owns a spud gun.
No, just an air rifle twice my age (and not used for years)
the sibling below me can't see the reason in shooting air, since its nourishing value is low.
But on the few occasions he's gone clay pigeon shooting has proved quite good at it. Shooting air that is.
The sibling below me has a recipe for clay pigeon in red wine.
Indeed I do, but only the bright orange clay pigeons. The bright yellow ones are not ripe, and the green ones are just plain nasty. I'm told the white ones are not bad, but I've never shot any. Nor any of the rare red ones.
The secret of clay pigeon cooking, is to grind the clay pigeons up into a very find powder, using a mortar and pestle. Then discard the powder.
The sibling below me often discards ingredients in recipes.
Actually the sibling below you often has to discard whole saucepans and even cookers after attempting recipes.
The sibling below me has a recipe for disaster.
Simple: Take one shrub (non-alcoholic) and add a Chain-eye. Stir for 8 years.
The sibling below me promises a Pol in every Pot
Legalize marijuana and we might get some pot in every politician. I don't know if we'd get better government out of it, but at least there'd be more giggling.
The Sibling Below Me suddenly wants something salty or chocolate.
Preferably both. Maybe even at the same time.
The sibling below me is now thinking of giant, salty-dipped-in-chocolate pretzels.
Chili instead of salt would appeal to the Aztecs (although they lacked the pretzel recipe to my knowledge)
The sibling below me will embark soon on a 10-year project to market haggis to the non-Scottish masses.
No, we tried that. Nobody believed us when we told them what it was made of.
And when we find out who is responsible for this abomination, heads will roll...
http://www.scotsfare.com/ >:(
"Developed for the North American market where many of the traditional ingredients of "traditional" haggis are not permitted for human consumption!"
This coming from the people who have "prairie oysters" and "chitlins"? ::)
Quote from: Pachyderm on November 16, 2008, 09:52:09 AM
No, we tried that. Nobody believed us when we told them what it was made of.
And when we find out who is responsible for this abomination, heads will roll...
http://www.scotsfare.com/ >:(
"Developed for the North American market where many of the traditional ingredients of "traditional" haggis are not permitted for human consumption!"
This coming from the people who have "prairie oysters" and "chitlins"? ::)
Well, there truly is no accounting for taste; all sorts of tasty eats are banned in many communities across the US. It's a conspiracy, I tells ya. A conspiracy to ONLY serve bland, overcooked limp veggies with meat that is literally burnt on one side and raw on t'other and tastes like it was dragged directly through the ashes.....or else is so salty that you could literally turn an average aquarium into a salt water tank, by dipping the stuff innit.
*bleah*
((now where did I put those chilled monkey brains....))
In China they eat dogs (and in Scandinavia they make movies about that)
The sibling below me will give us the special recipe for smoked dog with arugula
Quote from: Pachyderm on November 16, 2008, 09:52:09 AM
This coming from the people who have "prairie oysters" and "chitlins"? ::)
Even when I ate meat, I wouldn't have touched that with a blow torch.
---
1 cigarette
1 dog (chihuahuas are preferable)
1 pound arugula
Have dog smoke cigarette, rub with arugula. Serve.
TSBM questions the use of chihuahuas in that recipe.
Indeed I do. Those tiny dogs are all gristle, no meat at all.
In some countries, owing a dog is indicative of being a strict vegetarian....
(while owning two or more dogs might indicate rancher status)
The sibling below me wonders why cats are not favored with similar status somewhere...
It's more difficult to milk the cats
The sibling below me thinks that milkshakes are produced by applying strong vibrations to the cow
Either that or you get them from alcoholic cows suffering from delerium tremens. Mmmm... that makes me think of "white russians"!
The Sibling Below Me knows a cocktail with "snow" as an ingedient.
Actually I do know a coktail with snow in it- if you'd count ice cream as snow.
TSBM is mildly allergic to mops.
As to all dogs (and other hairy creatures)
(http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:T5ywMhQSQ5apKM:http://content.dogspot.de/img/rassen/Mops.jpg)
http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:T5ywMhQSQ5apKM:http://content.dogspot.de/img/rassen/Mops.jpg
The sibling below me is for dog-sledding on the moon
Indeed. But, with rollers instead of skis (no snow on the moon). You wouldn't need as many dogs, either--but each would need a doggie spacesuit. We'd still call it a "sled" out of Tradition, though.
The sibling below me thinks bringing cats to the first moon colony will be not only a Good Idea, but Useful, as the first rats will likely proceed them anyway...
Also, it would be entertaining watching them try to maintain supercilious aloofness in zero-g. Push them gently toward a floating bubble of water, and watch the contortions as they attempt to miss it.... ;D
TSBM would like a floating zoo.
While a floating zoo sound amusing, I do have concerns about the monkeys hurling spheres of urine at the visitors. Ew. I think I might have nightmares about this. Even in a glass cage it would be gross. And think of the tigers! Cats need to twirl when they're falling. The poor things would be spiralling around looking for the floor. Talk about "screwy"!
The Sibling Below Me thinks that I over-thought the floating zoo concept.
Actually I think you under-thought it, there is a big chance of injury particularly due to fluids in the lungs of the animals, and decalcification of their bones (as evidenced by all astronauts).
TSBM is thinking on the energy requirements of an centrifugal/inertial artificial gravity system.
Well, one of the easiest ways to create zero gravity on a planetary body, say earth, is to suspend directly above the point of desired zero gee, another object with the same mass as the planet in question.
Once so suspended, no additional energy would be required.
The actual method of gathering and suspending such a body is left as an exercise for the student.
What? I've solved the zero gravity question, you want me to do everything?
The sibling below me will now contemplate Something Completely Different.
Why is there only one Monopolies Commission?
TSBM will pontificate further.
Indeed.
I noticed the other day, on a government office:
Bureau of Redundancy Bureau
The sibling below me will make note of other government offices...
I already have. My notes cannot be printed here.
TSBM prefers cursive...
I'd do cuneiform but the available font lacks certain letters the Persians* seemed to have done without.
The sibling below me speaks in tongues
*they reformed cuneiform making it alphabetic
Oehfnbsdf odfune tonefsretu.
Happy?
TSBM owns two dozens corks and a lift kit.
Two brazen dorks and a lifting? You have to type louder or I won't get it :mrgreen:
True cork 'corks' have become increasingly rare. Most are now artificial or replaced by plastic.
The sibling below me wants to join a brass band
Yes, I heard that playing in a brass band renders one immune to lurgi.
TSBM can explain the last sentence.
I actually meant joining brass band as going into cheap jewelry ;)
lurgi is a corporation and those can be rarely repelled by brass (but possibly bought for gold)
The sibling below me will define metal-urgy
Metal-urgy: a deep desire to possess shiny substances.
Or else an extreme fascination for death-cult music.
The sibling below me likes pie
Of course
[youtube=425,350]Mfr7xG6smhU[/youtube]
http://de.youtube.com/watch?v=Mfr7xG6smhU
The sibling below me waves the tragic wand
That's some catchy song there, Swato.
Yes, I do wave the tragic wand, sometimes. But I prefer the joystick!
The Sibling below me can think of a joyful thing today.
Only think, no orgy in sight :'(
The sibling below me thought about a more decent joyful thing
Pensioners will get another fiver a week. That Chancellor is such a Darling. Is that joyful?
TsBM wants Obama to name his US Treasury something other than "team" which is what the BBC have just said he has done.
Oh yes, I hope he will name it something more soothing, like "knitting circle"!
The Sibling Below Me thinks that the War Bureau should have a more soothing name, as well.
Compartment of Amiability, perhaps?
The Sibling below me want to get back on the subject of the dreaded lurgy, and discuss meta-lurgy
The sibling below you had to do a few terms of metallurgy, and is happy to leave it another 30 years before getting back to it.
The sibling below me is being carefully monitored by a senior ecologist.
I am, indeed. My "eeks" have been sub-par of late, and I've been really applying myself to improve them, in fervent hopes of becoming a Senior Eekologist myself, one day.
The sibling below me also has lofty personal goals.
Yes but I am prepared for a humble crash
The sibling below me will now sing the song of Tuonela for us
I will, but you won't like it.
TSBM is a capital outflow.
No, I don't have a hydrocephalus!
The sibling below me thinks that the banks deserve capital punishment (aka the bailoff)
The execs deserve capital punishment (remove all their assets and be relocated in a nice jail for the next 20 years without parole).
TSBM was thinking on executions on live TV
pay-per-view of course
the sibling below me will bubble in the cauldron
I like my executions deep fried and crispy.
TSBM prefers lead poisoning.
As long as the madness which preceeds it can be of the manic sort. That's more fun.
The Sibling Below Me thought that "The Biggest Loser" TV show was an history program about the U.S. people under the Bush regime.
Quote from: Opsanus tau on November 26, 2008, 07:07:03 PM
As long as the madness which preceeds it can be of the manic sort. That's more fun.
Indeed. (Caligula, what?)
And yes, I was starting to agree with you there. But, we've lost him, so we win the game.
TSBM is glad for the regime change.
Indeed. Let us hope that there's enough left after the bail-outs to bail out the people that actually PAY for the economy, the working people.
TSBM wants to see if we can get a bail-out in the Wall Street line-o-free-bucks by claiming to be a supersecret private investment firm for the elusive paranoid psychotic uber-wealthy Reich Wing.
I think asking for investment into the new Death Star may be more successful, at least while Darth Chain-Eye is still in power.
Also decures jobs (and the accompanying Stormtrooper Corps will have more appeal than the trench gruntery of Afghanistan/Iraq)
The sibling below me will ride the universe down
I used to fear the Neocons until I learned how to stop worrying and love...
...what am I saying!
The Sibling Below Me has heard disturbing tales about Dr. Strange Glove.
Eeny meeny miney mo, I wonder where my glove will go?
TSBM me knows exactly which movie that came from.
After looking it up: Kung Pow - Enter the Fist
Someone's taste in movies is even worse than mine it seems.
The sibling below me will name the ten worst movies of all time (without looking it up and without including US "Christian" or German porn movies)
Quote from: Swatopluk on December 03, 2008, 07:28:19 PM
After looking it up: Kung Pow - Enter the Fist
Someone's taste in movies is even worse than mine it seems.
I will agree. I love that movie to death and watch it as often as I can. :mrgreen:
In order, #10 being the worst.
1. Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure (another movie I love)
2. V for Vendetta (like the movie, but it can never, ever, ever live up to the comic book)
3. Tropic Thunder (I love it! Can't wait for it to be cheap enough I'll buy it!)
4. Devdas
5. Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle (need to see)
6. Harold and Kumar: Escape from Guantanamo Bay (LOVE that movie)
7. Evil Dead 3: Army of Darkness (I need to buy this)
8. Beowulf
9. Bill and Ted's Bogus Adventure (one I need to see)
10. Evil Dead (DON'T like this one, tree rape = bad)
TSBM will tell us why each movie is bad (and "because Scribble likes them!" is NOT an answer! :))
Not enough steaming hot sex scenes filmed with infrared cameras.
Btw, which Beowulf movie? The recent animated version is quite decent. I hope you mean the older one.
Otherwise I have only seen V for Vendetta from this list (and I have seen more than 10 far worse movies and I guess there are more).
The sibling below me will open a new Bad Movies thread or restart the old one (preferably with a review of all porn ripoffs of Tomb Raider (Womb Raider, Tomb Raper**....)
**look in imdb under Jewel Raider
Quote from: Swatopluk on December 06, 2008, 10:37:03 AM
Btw, which Beowulf movie? The recent animated version is quite decent. I hope you mean the older one.
Otherwise I have only seen V for Vendetta from this list (and I have seen more than 10 far worse movies and I guess there are more).
The recent one. I had just finished reading the original story, so I may be biased (though I really did like Jolie in that flick, along with the way they returned Beowulf to paganism).
Again, if you've read the original (a godly comic book), it's bad. Sorry.
On with the show!
No way are the Bill and Ted movies bad. (And no way is the response to that yes way).
V for Vendetta seemed alright to pretty good, and haven't seen the others.
TSBM thinks that U571 and most Mel Gibson movies are a magnitude worse than anything on the list.
If you say so.
I'm horribly biased, being a massive Alan Moore fan, and it didn't live up to the comic book, which I measured it against.
TSMB me thinks people who use infrared cameras for porn are really, really weird.
I'm not going to throw the first stone on the weirdness front, but I would have thought turning the light on would be easier. Perhaps Swato can explain...
TSBM thinks we all feel better in the dark (queue PSB song...)
Specially if you suffer from photodermatitis (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Photodermatitis).
TSBM thinks that book (and comic) adaptations* are just that and should be measured as such**.
---
* I loved V4V's movie adaptation, and I liked the comic too, but I understand them as two separate entities with a common ground.
** J.J. Annaud's adaptation of Eco's The Name of the Rose works quite well despite the almost despicable Hollywood ending completely unrelated to the book.
:offtopic:
I wrote a review of the animated Beowulf for the Humbleodeon thread where I specify my opinion as for the relation of the original epic and the adaption.
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Teh Hilton used night vision equipment for her home porn. IR should be more "revealing" (yeah, it's a hot topic :mrgreen:)
Don't you know that sex with the light on is immoral because it means that the participants can see each other private parts?*
Im Dunkeln ist gut munkeln!
end :offtopic:
Nope, books should be adapted to the last letter in real-time. Who are you to impose your 'genre' sense on the original artists visions? Isn't the example of that thieving magpie William Shakespeare with his 'loose'** adaptions of the classics warning enough?
*After the discovery of the X rays there were ads for x ray proof lingerie to protect women from Peeping Toms :ROFL:
**in both content and morals
The sibling below me is persuaded and will convert to Victorianism immediately
Don't need to. Was initiated as a child. It's why I wear socks with little skirts on them.
TsBM has piano legs but tries to hide them.
* swoons * :faint:
* fans self vigorously after recieving a helpful dose of smelling salts *
In my day, Proper Young Ladies were inculcated with the decorum to refer to ... limbs ... of pi-ah-nos, Sunday dinner chikkins, and such as...
TSBM has stronger stuff than smelling salts...
Yes, a bottle of whiskey. :high5:
TSBM has Opinions about whiskey.
As strong as the gun powder put into it
The sibling below me is a veetotaller
True. I totally refuse to drink vegetable juice. Especially V-8.
The Sibling Below Me has a lovely beverage at hand at all times.
Mmm, yes. But I won't share.
TSBM has a purple dinosaur.
As is mandatory for teh gay agenda conspirationists!
The sibling below me is aware of all gay agenda traditions
Not really but I'm sure it looks fabulous.
TSBM has a sense of fashion.
True. But it is so often overshadowed by my sense of impending doom.
TSBM has a sense of de-pending doom...
Aye tis true...I be addicted to Doom 1, 2, 3, Final Doom, Definitely the Last Doom and That's about it for Doom.
TPBM is overjoyed by me latest Long Winded Yuletide Tale.
I am not entirely sure that overjoyed is the right word. However, if by overjoyed you mean green to the gills sick to my stomach.
Then yes overjoyed it is.
TSBM knitting a fuzzy blue (well sort of a manly Teal anyway) blankie for movie watching night.
It has rabbits on it. But it is not for movie nights.
TSBM knows what the blanket is for.
Are the rabbits a clue?
The Sibling Below Me wants fuzzy grey toadfish slippers for Christmas.
Mm, I want Papal bunny slippers, actually. That's my winter project, I think. :mrgreen:
TSBM thinks we should send Pope Palpatine some Papal bunny slippers, too.
The same type that the Balrog wears
http://flyingmoose.org/tolksarc/theories/slippers.htm
The sibling below me is a fan of amoeba porn
Pseudopods turn me on soooooo much.
The sibling below me uses Turtle Wax to polish his bald spot.
I used to, but now I use ear wax, as it makes it look suntanned.
I also recite:-
The little amoeba shuns coition,
and propagates its kind by fission,
a process it finds most effectual,
the happy little homosewual...
whilst I polish.
The Sibling below me admires how neatly I worked the last two posts into my answer.
I'm positively dazzled, dearest boychick.
The Sibling Below Me knows what Mero meant to type when he typed "homosewual" but is now pondering what a homosewual might be.
Oi. Some of my very best dyslexic friends are homosewuals.
TSMB's best friend is a Libyan.
Yes, and a very sewual Libyan at that. ???
The sibling below me studies the sew lives of amoebas in his spare time.
HER spare time, thankyouverymuch.
TSBM has Balrog slippers. As earmuffs.
Much better than the duvets and anchor hawser Heath Robinson number I had created. Much snugger round the pinna.
TSBM doesn't give a pinna.
What fore, HMS?
The sibling below me is the very model of a modern major general
...and so are my sisters and my cousins and my aunts!
The Sibling Below Me polishes up the handle on the big, brass door.
I polish up the handle so carefully!
The Sibling below me can't get this song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MCVTuevEUWA&feature=related
out of their head, now.
Since this PC lacks sound equipment (apart from the beeper), the danger is low at the moment.
The sibling below me pops the weasel
Do not! I give it away after a number of years ('cos Uncle wouldn't give nuffin fer it, 'cos it's cheap shonkers ennyways around).
The Sibling below me is greeted by name, when he visits Uncle.
Unfortunately the name is Napoleon Dynamite, not Solo.
I used to like Man from U.N.C.L.E as a kid, and have the DVDs now, mad though they are.
The sibling below me knows How To Steal The World.
But since I am a cautious person, I wait for for an interested party to take it off my hands immediately before I risk getting caught with it.
The sibling below me thinks that stealing the world is a petty offence due to lack of value of the stolen goods.
With the depressed galactic economy right now, real estate values have really fallen.
The sibling below me plans to invest in Centauri wine futures.
Of course! Those will boom in 200-300 years!
TSBM is incapable of long term planning.
The devil is in the details, and I always miss those.
TSBM would like to take my finals for me.
The problem is, I would want to try and make the examiners laugh, rather than you get a pass... :P
The Sibling below me once built a commode out of Lego.
I was more into LEGO ships. The surviving ones (my own designs) stand on the bookcase next to me right now.
The sibling below me was the one to order 4 million standard LEGO bricks to model the foot of the Colossus of Rhodes in original size (that was more than the order service was able to handle).
We'va always been a rather nerdy family and the couple dozen legos that survived my father and uncle just wouldn't cut it.
TSBM hopes to receive many socks, unfashionable ties, ugly sweaters, and underwear for Christmas.
Usually no clothing items, although I won't exclude some woolen socks from Norway which I can't wear anyway.
The sibling below me will knit an overall.
Just as soon as I finish crocheting an underall.
The Sibling Below Me has a black belt in Defensive Macrame.
I rubbed a hanging lamp in the Midwest, and some crumby djinn put one on me.
The Sibling below me has met many, many crumby djinns.
I have. They usually go, "Dijnn'a wanna go with me?"
TSBM thinks I may have used that wrong.
Usage is in the eye of the beholder (or user) in my opinion-anyway Dijnn'a goes along with Fiddin to which roughly translates to 'fixin to' which translates to "I am about to do ________. "
TSBM is now assured that southern people are from another planet.
No, but one could wish a number of them to be there instead of here.
The sibling below me hears from below
Bloody neighbors... Stop partying!!!
TSBM uses his/her cellphone in theaters.
Yeah...so what if I do you goddam big haired muther fudger sitting in front of me!
TSBM is using Batman's Utility belt to find his/her Xmas presents.
I would, but it fell in the toilet.
The Sibling Below Me thinks that Batman could really use some more toilet-proof gadgets.
Why? Have you ever seen him using a toilet?
The sibling below me has a place in the choir
Yes. I am the one with the duct tape over my mouth so I can't actually sing.
The sibling below me makes money singing.
Yes...they pay me to stop :ROFL:
TSBM is stirring the Xmas Pud with a battery powered *****.
(Oh no the Salty Tale meets the TSBM thread!)
I would guess that's one way to get the ol' Pud stirred. :blush:
The Sibling Below Me knows another way to stir the Yuletide clams.
It involves gratuitous amounts of eggnog.
TSBM me knows Yogi Shalom.
The Jewish brother of Yog Sothoth?
The sibling below me now can't get the idea of Cthulhu sinhing Hava Nagilah out of his or her head
I finally succeeded by remembering an NPR clip of a musician playing Hava Nagila on electronic bagpipes.
The sibling below me prefers playing electronic uilleann pipes.
This type, just non-mechanical?
[youtube=425,350]344GQFWcGw8[/youtube]
http://de.youtube.com/watch?v=344GQFWcGw8
The sibling below me plans a performance of the complete Star Wars soundtrack using 144 bagpipe and 36 didgeridoo players
You forgot the singing walrus.
TSBm will conduct the concert.
No, I do not like goat heads thrown at me
(OK, this requires the knowledge of a German folk song for understanding)
The sibling below me considers German 'folksy' songs to be even worse than fake country-western.
Anything with accordions is bad.
The sibling below me plots daily.
If you mean to plot out a list of what I'm supposed to remember to do, then yes, I ... what was I saying?
The Sibling Below Me plotzes daily.
No, I just Hotzenplotz
(http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:LJZG7Ie1hhZq2M:http://www.haber-manfred.de/images/hotzenplotz.jpg)
http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:LJZG7Ie1hhZq2M:http://www.haber-manfred.de/images/hotzenplotz.jpg
The sibling below me steps into a mess regularly
That's why I wear hip-waders.
The Sibling Below Me knows a hip waiter.
I do. She's awesome.
The Sibling Below Me has/had underwear with dancing bears on it.
No, pure white on the outside (let's not talk about body-related dicolorations on the inside, will you)
The sibling below me waits and hopes for the end of the year becasue it might finish the duck craze.
True. And I live in terror that my hopes will be dashed yet again.
The Sibling Below Me knows *how* to duck.
As a witchfinder apprentice it is my job to handle the ducking stool!
The sibling below me was turned into a newt* be the witch
*Not the Gingrich, witches are not that evil
Well, I got better. And we built a bridge out of the witch.
The sibling below me knows the best material to build bridges out of.
Amber. It's inflammable, it floats, and it's pretty.
TSBM has a better idea.
I call it "Ford."
The Sibling Below Me is "Driven by Passion."
It's cheaper than gas these days. At 69 miles per orgy it's also quite efficient.
The sibling below me thinks that orgy sounds too much like organized to be much fun.
Maybe, but it's likely to be disease-free if there's a competent organizer behind it.
TSBM will give me the Last Post.
Only at 23:59:60 GMT (no that is not a typo, 2008 is one second longer)
The sibling below me is a general practitioner of safer seven.
Of course, it's one step beyond safer sex... :ROFL:
The Sibling below me never 'gets' macaronic puns.
I prefer penne rigatic puns. But let's let others discuss the pasty arts. ::)
The Sibling Below Me thought I was talking about tassels.
I am good withe rhopalic jocularities
Gemischte Sprachen weniger meine Sach'
The sibling below me writes in elegiac disticha.
Over your dead body I do!
The Sibling Below Me all ready forgot what year it is.
What's a year?
TsBM has distal dorsal distortion disorder.
That really put's a dent into my prospective Houdini career
The sibling below me runs around shouting Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn! a lot (and has a secret crush on Joe Scarborough*)
*The painter (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joe_Scarborough_(artist)) of course. Who else did you think I meant?
Well, I used to until my legs mutated into flippers.
The sibling below me believes Ann Coulter should be named Man of the Year.
Of the year 1009.
TSBM has medieval thoughts too.
Medieval mirror punishments in particular
Divede the divider
Gas the seller of posion gas
Boil the oilfield thief in crude
Throw the 'intimidators' to their own dogs
Send the torture memo authors to hell on a waterboard
Cut out the tongues of the most notorious sellers of lies
Starve the trickle-down extremists
etc.
and put Palin in a moose suit and drop her in the woods during hunting season
The sibling below me is shocked (but also fascinated) by these violent fantasies.
Especially the Palin one. Can we put Cheney in brazen bull?
TSBM has other ideas.
If they just dissappear and we never hear from them again, that'll do it for me.
The Sibling Below Me would like to propose some positive reinforcement ideas about what to do with the U.S. outgoing party.
Send them to infinity and beyond and let them send a report back. There are so many planets and moons to explore that there should be enough room and work for all of them. The hell and brimstone guys for example would feel quite at home on Io (moon of Jupiter). The fossil fuel guys will find the methane lakes on other moons to their liking. The clean coalers' destination should of course be Mercury.
The sibling below me would doubt the veracity of the reports, especially those about the WMD's on Mars.
Well of course there are WMD t-shirts on Mars...oh...excuse me, I thought you said WWMD...What Would Martians Do?
The sibling below me knows what Martians would do.
Well, after reading the report you just posted in the Toadfish Astronomy (http://toadfishmonastery.com/index.php?option=com_smf&Itemid=32&topic=168.msg82970;topicseen#new)section, Aphos, I think it's quite clear what Martians would do. Enslave us to work in their underground sugar caves, of course!
The Sibling Below Me wants whatever it is I appear to be on.
I do. What's it called?
TSBM wonders why protein powder tastes funny.
I do. I suspect evil intruders are contaminating it with my lilac talc when I am out.
TsBM has no sense of the innocuous.
Well, I have been told by some that I have no sense at all.
The sibling below me knows in what sense I am talking about sense.
That you are a tongueless deaf-mute quadriplegic without a nose that surfs the intertubes using psychic powers unknown to science?
The sibling below me is a fan of hands-off sex.
Indeed, it is a precaution I take to avoid being handcuffed to the bed head.
TsBM looks twice.
And think twice (unless it is about buying DVDs)
the sibling below me rashly thrashes the brash trash .
But not before I aptly grapple with brass tacks.
The Sibling Below Me swiftly giggles at sickly prigs.
Very swiftly. If they here me, they might put me in the prig brig.
The sibling below me saw a regal eagle with a legal beagle.
As long as it is not a rabid* Kleagle...
The sibling below me is afraid of identical letter triplets
*not to forget racist
Yyyes Iii Aaam.
The sibling below me never checks his spelling.
I'm dyslexic. It wouldn't change thing if I DID. :mrgreen:
The Sibling Below Me isn't dyslexic, but likes the jokes...
Some of them are damn good. :) (Dyslexics Untie! is my favorite)
The Sibling Below Me smells of elderberries.
Yes, but my mother was not a hamster.
The sibling below me will taunt me a second time.
I'll haunt and I'll taunt and I'll blow you with irony.
The sibling below me fears the big ironic wolf
Little Red Riding Hood: My, what big irony you have!
Big Bad Wolf: The better to confuse you with, my dear.
The sibling below me has all the episodes of Pigs in Space on DVD.
Not all, just those from the first three seasons.
The sibling below me adores Wayne and Wanda's art
I love anything Muppets
TSBM also loves Doyle and Debbie
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Debbie (who does Dallas)?
The sibling below me was more thinking along the lines of Boris and Natasha
If you're talking about Soviet bread lines, then I might be.
The Sibling Below Me thinks we should eat cake.
cake! Cake! CAKE!
Master shall have Cake!
Good sweet kind master gives me cake.
The Sibling below me should respect master more.
Then have cake.
But master only shows up in TLPT, should I throw cake at him there?
TSBM doesn't know who 'master' is
Really, I don't. Want to introduce us?
TSBM wears flipflops in February.
Ancient electronic parts are my standard jewelry
The sibling below me has a terrible pain in all those diodes down his/her/its left side
It's all the fault of the Sirius Cybernetics Company.
TSBM has a brain the size of a planet.
a very, veeery tiny planet
TSBM dislikes hydrocephalus
Yes, I would say it was very, very low indeed on my wish list.
The Sibling Below Me prefers "milkmaid's knee".
More treatable then hydrochephaly.
TSBM snickers when s/he sees packaging for the Wii.
Why do they always misspell WWII (and the picture seem also not to really fit)?
The sibling below me would be more interested why they named it after a horror story by Gogol
I tried to Google Gogol but got a googol of results.
The sibling below me wants to master range chicken roping.
I just need to work on my aim!
The sibling below me herds cats.
I go out every day with my cat herding dog.
The sibling below me heard a cat once.
I even saw one, once.
TSBM doesn't believe in cats.
I used not to but my skepticism is over now, I know they eat birds.
TSBM wants a terror bird as a pet.
That would be cool.
"By the way, have you met my 10fttall killer budgie?"
I wouldn't like the job of cleaning out it's cage....
TSBM would. :o
Something to delegate obviously.
The sibling below me is starting to breed large mean hummingbirds
I've got them up to about fist-size now, but I need to work on the mean part.
TSBM has a remedy for cranky cats.
Given my degree in Greebology that will not come as a surprise (but the patent is still pending, so I can't share the details).
The sibling below me sits on a tripod for recreation
I Am a Camera!
The Sibling Below Me takes mental photographs.
Unfortunately, my flash card is now full.
The sibling below me wishes he had a card that allowed him to flash.
How about a card that allows me to flush?
TSBM dislikes hi-tech bathrooms.
Well, that new electronic bum zapper has been a pain in the ...
The sibling below me once entered his cat in a dog show.
I never entered a cat. I am neither a mouse nor that kind of pervert (zoophile). And why should I do any of those things on a dog show?
The sibling below me put a false entry somewhere
I think I left it in my false purse.
The Sibling Below Me spent some mad money on some fair-weather friends.
Actually, I've spent mad amounts of money on a number of fair weather friends...
TSBM is contemplating taking over the banking industry with huge amounts of counterfit Monopoly money and a pipe wrench.
I could do a better job at it, I'm sure. Plus, pipe wrenches are cool and I get to be the pipe wrench-wielding wench!
TSBM sings songs about hedge hogs.
Which is better than singing about hedge funds.
TSBM has untaddy thoughts every time (s)he hears the word banker and/or insurer.
You mean usurers and insultants?
The sibling below me steals from bears (and detects the allusion)
Shouldn't that be ursurers? ;D
Yes, I confess, I tea-leaves tea leaves from bears.
TSBM is shocked. Shocked, I tell you.
Yes, I'm hooked up to a machine that zaps me whenever I think of bears. It's a habit I'm trying to break electronically.
The Sibling Below Me is trying to break the electrical habit.
Maybe I should have pulled the fuses before manipulating the sockets.
The sibling below me has a huflu that goes hafla in the hoflo.
I do?
The Sibling Below me is less lazy than I.
Oh, you poor sot. Do you even manage to get out of bed?
The sibling below me wants to be a tug boat captain.
I like to ram!
But there are downsides.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y3WveEZykJ8
(Where is the youtube button? I can't find it)
The sibling below me prefers other kinds of dropping.
lets all drop the pretence we like this game shall we?
TsBM is a shluchgrubber
Your father was a hamster and you smell like elderberries?
TSBM has a clue of what Griffin is talking about.
Yes, yes I do. *Wins Academy award for best actress*
TSBM has read Twilight.
Well, I tried reading in twilight, but I got eyestrain.
The sibling below me reads scary books in the dark because it is easier to hide from the monsters.
Unfortunately they have learned to use night vision goggles.
The sibling below me burns the candle at both ends
That makes it easier to read in the dark.
The sibling below me likes to fall in step.
In step is MUCH less messy than falling in the mud, or on the ground...
TSBM has a unique landing device for falling anywhere.
yep.
A combined pogo stick and umbrella and a pillow strapped to my but with a belt...
TSMB wears both belt and suspenders
Yes, but nothing else!
The sibling below me finds even that overdressed
I do. :mrgreen:
The sibling below me has stodgy opinions.
Well, I have all sorts of opinions, so I suppose some of them are stodgy.
The sibling below me thinks Swato is overdressed.
Hm, I guess, since I brought up the claim. But I may have lied (or not).
The sibling below me thinks that is a GOP answer.
Only is the question is who just got REJECTED!
TSBM me remembers who started using "TSMB."
I think it was Terrence Sebastian Bentley-Mendelson, and I believe he spoke like a landlubber.
The Sibling Below Me is suddenly hearing all his/her thoughts in James Mason's voice.
And he's also singing the old 60's song "South Street".
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jTjWmC7OT0g
The Sibling Below Me wants me to get an appointment with a psych doctor NOW.
Yes. The sooner, the better.
The sibling below me keeps his memories buried in a jar.
For some reason that sounded painful.
TSBM prefers to throw out those tiny mementos that otherwise would be in a jar.
Yes mementos of my good friend Mori.
The sibling below me can't stomach puns in the morning
Can almost never stand them.
TSBM knows what it is.
I do. I really do. But the tinfoil helmet is making the reception all fuzzy.
TSBM breakdances to Elvis's astral emissions
Only when I take off the tinfoil hat. Otherwise, it blocks the transmissions.
The sibling below me prefers Elvis Costello to the King.
Ask the abbot about it
The sibling below me is the drummer of the alternative rock band Aborted Abbots.
Well, that is one alternative...
The sibling below me would rather have political alternatives.
We had a party once known as the Alternative Liste. Now it's better known as the Green Party (officially: Bündnis90/Die Grünen)
Some of the other alternatives are clearly not (at least over here the Jerry Falwells etc. run on their own party ticket)
The sibling below me would vote for the Anarchist Pogo Party (that is an actual party over here. Official slogan : Arbeit ist Scheiße (Work is Crap)).
"Work is Crap" That won my vote right there.
The sibling below me believes stereos should be heard and not seen.
They should be neither, we don't need another stereo scandal in sports right now.
Ta sip link belau mih is is disleccic two
Backwards everything read I.
The sibling below me is a Battlestar Galactica fan, and is convinced he is a Cylon.
No!!! I deny that charge! I think BG is <enter very 'low' word here>! (at least, if we are talking about the movies. Can't say anything about the series).
The sibling below me thinks Huffington will blow the house down/in/away
He will huffington and puffington and blowington the house away.
The sibling below me entered the Irish Sweepstakes.
I won an extra liver. I'm hanging on to it until after my 21st birthday.
TSBM has plans.
...of the building. But I still have not found the hot water tubes.
The sibling below me showers with liquid nitrogen
Well, I do enjoy a nice hot shower now and then.
The sibling below me know the secret of the Internet.
It is made of tubes.
TSBM is ready for the zombie invasion.
When showered with nitrogen, they can be easily shattered (without dangerous spillage).
The water from the taps in the building I work in would do the same job, I presume (hot water is a crime against the environment it seems).
The sibling below me thinks bureaucrats are zombies on a diet
They do their best to cut back on the brains, that's for sure.
The Sibling Below Me substitutes yogurt for brains when he/she uses recipes from the Zombie Cookbook.
No, I use saveloy (made form brains actually)
The sibling below me prefers tongue
<blushes>
And just how did you mean that???
The sibling below me knows what I mean.
Of course I do, I know everything, I AM your Mother, you know...
TSBM forgives me for channeling Mommy Dearest, since I didn't go off on the wire hangers.
Yes.
TSBM has many, many prank ideas.
Yes. My mind is always pulling pranks on me.
The sibling below me thinks practical jokes are very practical.
As a practitioner that would be a natural assumption
The sibling below me will sue for malpractice
For malpractice of pranks? As in the omission of water from the bucket perched on the door? Hmmm... I might, at that.
The Shibling Below Me ish channeling Sean Connery today.
My name is Bond. James Bond.
The sibling below me wishes Dick Cheney was a cricket umpire in Pakistan.
I would prefer him to be a buzkashi ball at the time of Genghis Khan (when they used life slaves for that. Survivors would be set free)
The sibling below me loves this rough version of polo
Only when members of the Republican executive branch are used as the ball.
The sibling below me thinks that hamsters have fine leadership skills.
They do! They make us feed them by running on a wheel.
TSBM wants to see congress critters in a threadmill.
Well, that could be one solution to our energy crisis.
The sibling below me thinks all congress critters should be put on display.
They already are, in cSpan!!
TSBM knows a better way to have bad dreams
Playing to much minesweeper in the evening can produce strange dreams (really!)
The sibling below me would like to play real mineseweper with GOP congresscritters
That would turn the game around. I would be trying to HIT the mines instead of avoiding them.
The sibling below me thinks we should use congress critters to inflate hot air balloons.
Just reduce their weight and they will float on their own hot air
The sibling will do maintenance on the anti balloon cannons just in case
It fires TRon Pauls
TSBM is scared of TRon Pauls.
Absolutely terrified.
The sibling below me would prefer hamster guided missiles.
I'm sure those can be trained to acceptable standards.
TSBM is a fan of pavlovian conditioning.
Not really. My keyboards keep shorting out in all the drool.
The Sibling Below Me thought we were talking about the ballet.
And I hoped to get a date with Anna :'(
The sibling below me thinks that dates are something you get from the fruit section at the store
Depends on your sexual orientation!
:nervous:
The Sibling Below Me prefers spicy to fruity.
Don't ask. Don't tell.
The sibling below me asks the hard questions.
Well Hello Sailor!
The sibling below me is reefing sail right now... :P
Strong winds are announced at least for Northern Germany, so that may be a wise decision
The sibling below me thinks the Flying Dutchmen was actually a Belgian
Flemish. Definitely Flemish.
The sibling below me wants to be an admiral in the Luxembourg navy.
Sorry, I already applied for the command of the first Swiss strategic missile submarine (patrolling Lake Geneva)
The sibling below me fears that Micronesia will invade New Zealand with amphibian tanks
Aquariums filled with frogs??? That doesn't sound dangerous.
The sibling below me likes brightly colored frogs.
I paint em brightly coloured (or i did until the RSPCA took out a restraining order on me)
the sibling below is not in the least restrained
The least restrained...No. The most restrained...Yes. They keep me on a short leash.
The sibling below me believes in leash laws.
Esp. tongue and whip lashing
The sibling below me would welcome more public flogging
With wet noodles? Certainly.
The sibling below me is in favor of more pasta punishments.
Some sorts of pasta are a punishment.
The sibling below me can name some
Oh yeah! Here in the States we have these sort of good time Charlie restaurants with names like "TGIFriday's" and "Applebee's" (spoofed by artist Richard Thompson as "P.J. Piehole's" (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_P7eJQLZ54/RxX4HUMQSFI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/GW4t1GzLVJg/s1600-h/051306.gif) ) where an otherwise innocent order of Fettucini Alfredo can becomes absolute torture. What starts out as a happy bowl of noodles in a buttery cream sauce soon turns nightmarish when one finds that no matter how much one eats, the bottom of the bowl can never be reached. And woe to those who attempt this impossible feat, for they shall find themselves choking down noodles that become increasingly dry, leathery, cold and tasteless: sensations that only get worse the more one tries. Believe me, you'll be giving out more than your name, rank and serial number in order to catch your whimsically-attired server's eye to get her/him to remove the mess from your presence!
Ahem... there, I've said it.
The Sibling Below Me has had a similar incident.
I have simliar incidents frequently when I look in the mirror there is someone there just like me.
TsBM can spell time.
I can spell time and emit smells spells.
The Sibling below me believes they should have been invited to ratify the Geneva Conventions.
[Op, you are somehow involved with my sudden craving for noodles]
Yes. And there's all sorts of reasons why that's wrong.
TSBM has a plan for the inevitable zombie invasion.
Shotguns. Lots and lots of shotguns. Remember...go for the head.
The sibling below me is more worried about squid invasions from outer space.
Let's hope that the Great Race of Yith and the Mi-Go will defend their territory (i.e. Earth) against them, so we haven't to do it.
The sibling below me had his/her brain canned by Mi-Go
...Pluto is COLD.
The Sibling Below Me will return my brain to my body and chase Mi-Gos off with sticks.
Pepper spray works better. Sticks tend to only PO them.
The sibling below me uses pepper spray to spice up his meals.
Actually I am using massive blocks of salt.
TsBM has three noses.
And with allergy season, all three are running.
The sibling below me has a running nose and can't catch up with it.
I should not have allowed it to read Gogol or listen to Shostakovich
The sibling below me takes the mantle of history
Aye, 'tis a solemn duty but I must.
TSBM will explain what exactly I just signed up for.
Washing(ton) dirty laundry
The sibling below me cringes at bad puns
Puns??? Horrors!!!
The sibling below me had a whale of a good time watching Moby Dick.
Before watching Mary Poppins (word association)
TsBM is puzzled by the undercurrents
It's difficult to conspire when towed under.
The sibling below me finds that a rather crypric remark
...however, I am not surprised, as it came from you, O Cryptic-remark Keeper! ;)
The sibling Below Me thinks the Crypt Keeper is adorable.
I am into rich zombies
The sibling below me is more into racy lycanthropes
One of them, anyway. ;) :-X
TSBM has a guess.
Nope, I'm more of a Cat Person (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat_People_(1942_film)), myself.
The Sibling Below Me has talons!
And stoops to conquer... :P
(see what I did there? ::) )
The sibling below me is anthropomorphic.
Yes, but more anthro than phic.
The sibling below me is already planning his Halloween costume...for 2012.
Of course! One of the four horsemen!
TSBM would choose a more appropriately Mayan demon.
I'm sending my avatar...
The sibling below me puts heavy cream on their cheerios.
Oh yes, in fact it's so heavy, it actually crushes the Cheerios, making the whole shebang into a sort of cream pie. Pie for breakfast...mmmmm....
The Sibling Below Me is wary of Pop-Tarts.
I prefer opera-sluts
The sibling below me thinks that those must be fat
Erm... not all of them are fat...
TSBM doesn't want to know the details behind the scenes
It makes Phantom of the Opera a pure undertstatement
The sibling below me thinks that the opposite of exaggeration should be inaggeration
Yes, and the opposite of progress is congress.
The sibling below me has fantasies about Lesbian Vampire Killers.
That's how Buffy was born, you know.
The Sibling Below Me knows the cure for fads.
Familial Alzheimer Disease? If I had a cure for that I probably wouldn't be a lowly employee.
The sibling below me actaully meant Fleet Air Defense
Well, a really good EMP will usually take care of Fleet Air Defense.
The sibling below me knows what EMP means.
Yup but I believed that modern military airplanes were shielded against EMP.
TSBM thinks EMP means Extra Meaty Pie.
If I had not known it, I'd have guessed that it means extramembraneous pressure.
The sibling below me has inflamed mucous membranes
...from time to time. I have chronic rhinitis and it gets triggered randomly.
TSBM thinks antihistamines are evil.
Yes. Yes I do.
The Sibling Below Me is a corporate shill.
No, I am not. But I just might be a shell corporation.
The sibling below me is a shell corporation of the Shell Corporation.
No, I just shell enemy trenches.
The sibling below me has a coating of shellac
Nope, I have a coting of magnesium sulphate.
TsBM has twelve foot toenails.
Do not! It's true I have twelve toenails, but two of them are are on my thumbs!
The sibling below me remebers a sixties band called Toe Fat.
Sorry, duje. I don't remember anything about the 60's.
The sibling below me remembers everything about the 60's, except for Dec 19, 1967.
Late September, 1963, was a very special time for me.
What a lady, what a night!
The sibling below me knows the tune to that song.
Sorry, still don't remember anything about the 60's.
The sibling below me believes the 60's are a myth.
Hear the myth... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r8QFNrTq9oo
The sibling below me realizes I won't have anyone dissing this song,eh?
doo doot doo doot-doot
dah dot-dah dot-dot...
The Sibling below Me believes I am trying to say something in morse code.
Morse (http://www.inspectormorse.co.uk/) is dead, alas !
TsBM is pure fantasy.
That would explain a LOT!
The sibling below me believes blue shoes are a sin.
Blue is Satan's coulor (and my favorite, at least in dark shades)
The sibling below me will tell us what Satan's favorite brand of cigarettes is.
Satan is a Capstan Full Strength smoker.
TSBM will now reveal Lucifer's favourite tipple.
Probably scotch which he drinks while on the country club.
TSBM will explain why Satan had to be drunk to shoot someone in the face.
Because he is a Chain-smoker with eyes red from the smoke.
The sibling below mw hides behind the Bush when Satan is running around drunken and with a loeded shotgun
...and it's none too safe back there, either!
The Sibling Below Me knows Bealzebub's favorite yogurt flavor.
It's Soylent Green.
The sibling below me believes in the Nac Mac Feagle
I still hope to meet the Kelda one day
The sibling below me would rather not meet the mother of the Scot Smurfs
I'd be too worried about them realising I belong to the Scruff Smurfs.
TsBM is a fully paid up Scruff Smurf and knows the secret grunt.
Yes I do, and if you pay me 10 quid I'll tell you what it is.
The sibling below me would rather be paid in pounds of peanuts.
I demand Barrels of Barfer Beer (for the pub)
The sibling below me wants oceans of Oil of Olaz
That would be nice, except they are very difficult to carry around in your pocket.
The sibling below me knows what it's got in its pocketses.
Nothing but a pocket knife tied to his hands by a string?
The sibling below me thinks that would be a precious treasure worthy of being a birthday present
Pocket knives and string are always good gifts. Very useful.
The sibling below me always has strings attached to his gifts.
Well, they usually are boats, so a rope is more or less mandatory.
The sibling below me thought more about puppets
Puppets!!! NOT SOCK PUPPETS!!!
The sibling below me has nightmares about the puppet masters.
But then the puppet slaves revolt and slay the master puppet
The sibling below me sleeps with the fishes and rises with the birds
Definitively rise with the birds, they start early asking for food and attention.
TSBM goes to sleep with fish(es).
Are you racially prejudiced against mermaids?
the sibling below me prefers succubi
At times but it gets tiresome after a while.
TSBM believes saints were misunderstood.
I hope so. Otherwise the authorities making some of them saints would not just be mistaken but evil. There are some nice genocide apologists and proponents in the list plus an abundance of misogynists, crackpots and otherwise unpleasant people.
Actually very few one could consider as a positive role model.
The sibling below me prefers those saints that did not actually exist but were canonized nonetheless (like St.Christopher)
Actually I prefer none of them and consider myself the best contender for Saintiness.
TsBM can describe bath salts.
In both scientific and romantic/poetic tones.
Not to forget my twelve volume essay Bath Salts and Their Relation to the Unconscious with Special Emphasis on Basalt and Basil (Fawlty).
The sibling below me has read Heidegger's Sein und Zeit and has been sleepy ever since
Nah, the Critique of Pure Reason did it for me.
TSBM is missing Jean Paul Sartre
I am. I am. I have his essence, but it's just not the same... :'(
The sibling below me is a bona fide journeyman saint.
Well, I don't know about saint, but I must be on some kind of journey. Everyone keeps asking me "What's your trip?"
The Sibling Below Me is also on a quest.
Better than being on a Qwertz, if you ask me.
Le fratri sous moi est en la quê(s)te á coal shovel
Je pense que je vais achete la pelle (shovel) avant ;)
El hermano/a que sigue prefiere otro idioma.
Je suis desolee! J'ai demander a achete le 'Clean Coal', et cette 'Clean Coal' est tout 'grimy'!
The Sibling below me just said "Whatever!".
What did you say? I was just listening to the Clean Coal Carolers.
Kittens give the sibling below me gases
Kittens do cause me to experience excessive sneezing, so I guess you could say the give me gases.
The sibling below me has an unusual opinion of kittens.
I see a connection between kittens and Tor Johnson.
Does the sibling below me know that connection?
Erm, they're both cuddly and have a vacant look in their eye?
The Sibling Below Me went to the Tor Johnson School of Acting.
They now specialize in silent movies and plays with all action taking place in the dark
(btw, the connection is that Bela Lugosi claims Tor to be 'harmless as a kitten' in Bride of the Monster. Some claim that he actually says 'kitchen' but I can not corroborate that).
The sibling below me speaks with a strong Hungarian accent when confronted with pale people.
Ja, vhen I look at myzelv in za mirhor I gan bayhly unnershtant myzelf!
The Sibling Below Me can roll her/his eyes back into his/her head.
It used to be on select occasions but 8 years of practice made it easier.
TSBM was properly conditioned about rolling his/her eyes at home when (s)he was a teenager.
Playing marbles in a family of blind people (h/t Gary Larson)
The sibling below me has lost his/her marbles
I haven't. They are in a jar by my bedside, handy for stretching shoes.
TsBM still hasn't got the hang of why it has to be TsBM rather than TSBM.
Well, it beats ICBM, YMCA and PNAC
The sibling below me will define those acronyms
It Can't Be Monday, whY Make Canadians Angry, and Purple Naked Animal Crackers.
The sibling below me knows the TRUE meaning of Xmas.
You all will see it when Robot Santa comes to town.
The sibling below me prefers the Chanukka Zombie
I like making the Chanukah Zombie spin........
TsBM is a right pain.
No, I am a left pain. And only to right-wingers.
The Sibling Below Me straddles two dimensions.
Art & Engineering?
TSBM prefers architects.
Of course, I'm a Resident Alien.
The Sibling below me wants cake!
I may even have it. Rhubarb cake
The sibling below me knows what spinach and rhubarb have in common (chemically that is)
Bits of both plants are toxic?
The sibling below me has a bottle of Leninaide stashed away somewhere.
I would never aid Lenin!
The sibling below me what oxalic acid does.
Bovine behaviour is not my forte !
TsBM will foretell the final outcome of Big Bang Theory.
The proper hatching of (star) turtle eggs
The sibling below me wears a turtleneck
Carp, Mon- it's me 51st birthday. I don't have to wear a turtleneck- I HAVE one! :P
The Sibling Below Me has a turtle hat.
Actually I have just amazingly for real ordered a Turtle Mat (http://www.turtlemat.co.uk/RHS-historic-designs-doormats/Triple-Auricula-doormat/).
TsBM will tell us what they use their ears for.
Plucking hairs out of, harvesting grease for many purposes. There are so many possibilities.
The sibling below me thinks the same about the nose
Ding-dong the threat is dead
Which tread?
The TSBM threat
Ding-dong the TSBM thread is dead
Or is it not?
It was dormant
TSBM put it to sleep ;)
Just like I can put bricks to sleep.
TsBM is impressed.
If a brick on a building is working how does a brick sleep?
TSBM has the answer
by sleepwalking and knowing its work in its sleep of course; as long as it does not slip it will not fall short.
The sibling below me will tell us about the connection of sunshine and the sex life of cobblestones.
The Heat... Do not get between two Cobblestones in heat... :o
The Sibling below me has video.
No, it's called vision. I am a seer.
The sibling below me on the other hand is a soothhearer.
I regret that you were misled; I am a sooth healer.
TSBM also has more sooth than faith.
Somebody called for the hard-o-hearing toothfairy?
The sibling below me thinks that would be a kind of affirmative action to support.
hearing isn't a necessity to pick up teeth.
TSBM oversaw her in a root canal.
Then I undersaw her. Only at the third try the saw blade touched her.
The sibling below me now will write the script for Leatherface meets the Tooth Fairy
Perhaps but it'll have to wait until I finish cooking my fairy soup.
TSBM collects them like butterflies.
I trap them in glass paperweights.
TsBM has fairy teeth.
All teeth ofs gold do not glitter
My throat chokes with fairy dust...
The sibling below me will give us the rest of the poem
Experienced poets do not witter,
But sometimes they spit, if they must. :P
The sibling below me has lowered my Moody's rating as a poet because of that effort...
To Junk status. :cake:
Quandoque dormitat Homerus
The sibling below me thinks that the world runs low on bad poetry
Nope, there is enough bad poetry to read until our sun dies.
TSBM prefers it to raunchy novels
What if the raunchy novel is written in (bad) verse?
The sibling below me now thinks of alliterative porn
Gosh, oodles of things spring to mind. But I am nice and will not type them out loud.
The Sibling Below Me believes that The Iliad was written originally as alliterative porn, but most was lost in translations.
Andra moi enne pe porne poly eroton malla polla
plangte porne Troies poly perverton Perse
Sing me o whore of the deeds of the polyamorous man
who after laying the Troian whores (went on) to Persian perversions
Obvious, isn't it
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The sibling below me prefers chaste sluts*
*deliberately avoiding an alliteration here that would go even more beyond the posting rules.
You mean like those who prostitute their ideals and at the same time boast their chastity? No, I prefer the non chaste ones.
TSBM thinks prostituting his/her body is less heinous than prostituting his/her ideals.
But what if the body is ideal?
The sibling below me is member of the whorological society.
No. The rumour is that I may be a member of the whorlological society.
TsBM is running round in circles.
Around the whoreological society?
TSBM can't understand where is the logic on that.
Nobody does before actually experiencing high-spin sex.
The sibling below me prefers translatory fornication
Indeed, I find sex much more gratifying when I have to hire someone to translate the moans, requests and suggestions of my partner.
The sibling below me has been known to moan in tongues.
It's called the Black Snake Moan.
The sibling below me will compose a marcia funebre
Since I don't know musical notation, I'll have to write it on the wind.
The Sibling Below Me has brought something to the wake.
A metal detector. There is likely still unexploded ordnance on the Atoll.
The sibling below me goes down the mineshaft.
Somebody's always giving me the mineshaft.
The Sibling Below Me wants to race coal cars.
Yes, but I tend to black out.
The sibling below me is a fan of Nat King Coal
You mean Not Clean Coal? I imagine you are talking about the ads...
[youtube=425,350]W-_U1Z0vezw[/youtube]
TSBM powers his/her house with alternative energy
I channel the bad vibes and hot air from the right to drive the turbines.
The sibling below me considers the exhaust to be too toxic to recommed it despite its unlimited supply.
In fact the only way that exhaust is admissible is in an underground storage.
TSBM thinks hot air spin capture is more important than CO2 capture.
Oh, if we could just turn all that spin to use.
But it's 100% entropy, so we can't.
The sibling below me curses that 2nd law of thermodynamics
My course of thermodynamics was certainly a curse.
TSBM was more afraid of Maxwell equations
Ever tried to learn the Navier-Stokes equations in spherical coordinates? Beats Maxwell any day.
The sibling below me will explain the sinister connections between the 2nd law of thermodynamics and the 2nd amendment to the US constitution.
The ability to create chaos in an ever growing fashion should not be infringed?
TSBM went to the NRA mass (http://www.time.com/time/nation/article/0,8599,1907588,00.html).
Nothing special. In one US state there is a law that churchgoers have to carry loaded firearms ... to protect themselves against Indian raids.
The sibling below me will formulate the NRA statement should this law be dropped (or threatened to be dropped).
i will ????
ohoh
i fink i muss pad me dyapurr
tha sibbin be woe me bedder move owt ove tha way
look owt
i warnd ya
No problem for my automatic poo deflector.
The sibling below me calls it what it is
Unless the wife looks sternly and warningly.
TSBM knows what I'm talking about.
Replace wife with mother and I know it very well.
The sibling below me now will make derogatory remarks about fairy godmothers-in-law.
Are you talking about Wanda's mother?
(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/a/a3/Tv_hi_fairlyoddparents_01.jpg/200px-Tv_hi_fairlyoddparents_01.jpg)
TSBM is above TV cartoons.
Never got over the shock of Happy Tree Friends
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Happy_Tree_Friends
The sibling below me got the same result from watching hentai for the first time
Hilarity?
TSBM has a darker humor than me.
Dark humor = melancholia, if we follow the Old ;)
But I would agree. Proof: cf. the Choral Squids
The sibling below me will now show some pieces of white, green and yellow humor
They generally prefer to call it "gold" rather than yellow, but here goes...
A Belfast man was ashamed of his accent, and decided to go to elocution lessons in London.
Three years later he was speaking perfect BBC English, and he decided to return home and celebrate with a drink.
He caught the Shuttle to Belfast, got a taxi into the city and walked into the first establishment he came to.
'I say, old chap,' he said to the proprietor, 'perhaps you could furnish me with a large gin and tonic and one of your finest Havana cigars.'
'You're from around these parts, aren't you?' said the proprietor.
'Good grief,' said the stunned Belfast man. 'How did you know that?'
'Well, you see,' said the proprietor, 'this is a butcher's.'
TSBM will now denigrate their city of residence.
Berlin is known as the largest provincial town there is. It ceased to be the Metropolis it once was long ago. And the federal government now sitting here instead of provincial Bonn didn't improve the situation actually. Now we have 2 provincial governments. And even the traditional Berlin wittiness* is in steep decline.
*although outsiders encountering it for the first time would call it just 'rudeness'.
The sibling below me would prefer that to 'The Beltway'.
I would prefer a kick in the groin to The Beltway.
The sibling below me knows what I am talking about.
Quote from: Aphos on July 21, 2009, 07:46:22 AM
I would prefer a kick in the groin to The Beltway.
The sibling below me knows what I am talking about.
If you are referring to the roadway of madness that loops around Washington DC and is frequented by drivers who appear to be under the impression that they are on a speedway, are texting as they drive, or are completely lost tourists with their left turn signals permanently flashing, then yes. Yes I do.
The Sibling Below Me prefers their kicks above the beltway.
It's still painful but not as much as the alternative.
TSBM is emotional lately
Sob! Nooooobodddy understands my feeeelinks! Noooooobbbodddyyyyyyyyie!
The sibling below me has a crush on Ann Coulter
As in: I'd like to crush Ann Coulter, possibly with a very large and heavy object.
TSBM dislikes murderous thoughs
If a meet a though and it is murderous, I am going to dislike it ;)
If you meant a thought: If they could kill, then I would dislike them too.
The sibling below me is an orthograph by profession
Always crossing my Ts.
TSBM thinks Ts are x-tian.
No, I think the X-Men are x-tian and have some sort of mutant religious agenda.
The Sibling Below Me is prays to the aliens.
Can alien overlords be worse than corporate ones?
TSBM is alienated.
Too much Lovecraft does that.
The sibling below me rides the love craft.
A craft made with love is like love making...
TSBM is scandalized.
Yes! This is a decent forum. How dare you mention vanilla sex, when the SOP is tentacle rape!
The sibling below me wonders why it is vanilla, not strawberry.
I wondered.
and I wonder no more.
and will say no more.
TSBM wondered too.
I just wondered what the stigma is about - plain vanilla ice cream is blah, but really good vanilla ice cream is delicious.
but some chocolate-covered strawberries on the side never hurt :mrgreen:
TSBM prefers nuttier flavours.
Well, during the "stawberry days" even the vanilla is usually avoided.
(btw, a Nutte is a whore in Germany, so nutty has a certain sordid flavour)
The sibling below me will try the ice cream with sardine flavour instead.
...and very sorry I am that I did. Now I'll have to dislodge the flavor from my tastebuds with a wretched spoonful of okra frogurt.
The Sibling Below Me wishes I had forgotten about the frogurt, all ready.
Those frogs really hurt. John Hurt!
The sibling below me now will eat a fresh(ly) pickled toad.
Hmmm, pickled toad. Still tastes better than boiled crocodile. Anything tastes better than boiled crocodile.
TSBM willnow reveal the nastiest thing they have eaten.
Easy: Leak (I really, really, really hate the stuff)
The sibling below me thought of something more exotic.
Urine is quite exotic enough for me. I avoid any soup recipe that starts out with "Take a large leak....". ;) ;) ;)
For the record, I've never eaten boiled crocodile, but simmered alligator is quite nice. The "nastiest" think I ever ate was undead octopus tentacles - they are nasty enough to try choke you by clinging to your throat if you don't chomp them firmly.
TSBM prefers vampire squid, lightly sauteed.
What can I say, I'm a vampire and I love Calamari!
TSBM always gets Leak and Leek confused, often to comedic effect.
And somebody leeked that rare condition to the media. Well done!
The sib lin gbe low mef ind sth att ota lly inc ont ine nta ndi nco nsi ste nt.
Certainly dripping.
TSBM prefers diapers.
No, I am diabolic.
The sibling below me will explain the case of the incontinent devil
Lets say his urine is corrosive.
TSBM drinks a gallon of water a day to avoid that problem.
Not an imperial gallon and not all of it pure water and it's more to avoid bladder and kidney stones.
The sibling below me markets the diabolical diapers.
You know, the itchy kind.
TSBM was thinking on the old fabric ones.
Yeah- who the heck thought up putting huge pins that look like duckies so close to a baby's hands? Obviously da Debbil.
The Sibling Below Me wonders who is more debbilish- xtians or xtaceans?
Fundamentalist Mi-Go for that combines both (although they worship Shub-Niggurath, not the nastiest of the Old Ones)
The sibling below me will tell us what animals are predestined for what religion
I don't know about religions, but the Red Deer is an expert exponent of the Scottish martial art-
Fuk Yee.
TSBM will now express their horror.
OK...
(http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/arts/2004/08/23/APscream1.jpg)
The Sibling Below Me prefers other Expressionist painters...
Modigliani was pretty awesome, from a pure design standpoint, anyway.
The Sibling Below Me would have posed nude for Modigliani, knowing what she/he knows today.
Why not? He would have done justice to my swan-like neck.
And graciously not called undue attention to my webbed feet.
TSBM has always seen him-/her-/it-self as a heroic bronze sculpture.
...of Jabba the Hutt.
TSBM needs a diet & exercise too.
20% weight loss (in nonessential parts ;)) would indeed be better for my general health.
The sibling below me runs a weight loss program for Sumo wrestlers.
Actually I've heard of the opposite.
TSBM follows the greco-roman diet.
No, I already said that I was against weight-loss by amputation
The sibling below me owns a Japanese golf club
Actually, no. I am the exception that proves the rule, a Scot who can't stand golf. I do have a golf club, but it does'nt have a head on it. It is very good for removing nettles and the like, though.
TSBM will reveal their favorite impromptu gardening implement.
You mean apart from the flamethrower and the daisy cutter?
The sibling below me thinks that the latter is to big for his/her garden.
Not if it'll help clear away the mosquitoes. It's been a wet year and they're rampant.
The Sibling Below Me has a pet mosquito.
No, a De Havilland Mosquito for short trips.
The sibling below me has a wooden horse
Right. Well, now, uh, Launcelot, Galahad, and I, wait until nightfall, and then leap out of the horse, taking the French by surprise - not only by surprise, but totally unarmed!
TSBM feels happy.
Well, for the love o' Mike... I am happy!
I am happy to be here with you. I am happy that Mr. Former President went and made nice with Kim Jong II in North Korea, gave us a shred of hope for peace, and got the two journalists back home safely. I am happy it may rain today. I am happy the Opsalette is off for a sleepover with her best friend. I am happy to be eating leftover ziti with pesto. Somebody slap me.
The Sibling Below Me is slap happy.
Ouch. Grin. (http://s370.photobucket.com/albums/oo146/Tig_the_Wing/SmileySlapHappy.gif) :mrgreen:
TSBM likes to squirt oranges...
Not quite, but I use a 2 gallon sprayer on the kumquat, mango and jackfruit trees. ;D
TSBM tinkles on the periwinkles.
Well, only once when I thought no-one was looking, and there you went and put it all over YouTube!
The Sibling Below Me is the Achilles of the Tiger lilies.
I had always aspired to be the Rose of Sharon, but, alas...
TSBM speaks the Language of Flowers (http://thelanguageofflowers.com/) with a Brussels Sprouts accent.
Yeah, but I am regularly accused of vulgarity by people passing by my garden.
The sibling below me calls a spade a bloody axe
What's wrong with the blood? As long the spade is sharp it cuts limbs as well.
TSBM knows where the bodies are buried.
In the green fields of France of course. Trench spades were made for additional use as weapon (similar to the pioneer bayonet that could be used as a digging tool).
The sibling below me plows his/her fields with a bolt action rifle.
More ammo! I want to put in a row of turnips.
TSBM uses a bolt action rifle for family game night.
Aint nobody gonna skip out on paying rent on Park Place and Boardwalk!
The Sibling Below Me always uses the same Monopoly piece.
That's actually true but I haven't played for decades (2 I think).
The sibling below me considers the original Monopoly rules sacred und would not tolerate the slightest changes.
Money for landing on free parking?!?! You're daft!!
TSBM insists on rolling the dice in private.
Of course. I go into the secret cupboard behind the library steps.
TsBM likes chewing the candlestick in the library.
It smokes too much if lighted.
The sibling below me swings it as if there whas no noon.
But only on the poles.
TSBM takes sun baths in Antarctica.
I got frozen into me bathtub down there once. Never again!
The Sibling Below Me will never again meet his/her true love on the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
Yeah, the bimbo he married on one of his outings along the Low Road would probably frown on that...
TSBM always takes the High Road.
Yeah, the low road is usually congested and has a toll on top of it.
TSBM is a toll thief.
Whenever the bell tolls I am compelled to steal pumpkins
TsBM once lived inside a pumpkin for a week
I have pictures. ;D
I was very small, and it was a very large pumpkin, and might have been for less than a week, but still.... I have pictures!
TSBM eats mock-mock-turtle soup made of regular turtles, due to the scarcity of Mock-Turtles.
Only in my Mock Vegan phases.
TSBM has never disgraced him/herself by wearing ... Naugahyde (http://populuxebooks.com/blog/media/Naugahyde-large.jpg).
That looks naug-hty.
I wear cotton and leather, not vinyl (or do I look like a grammophone record?)
The sibling below me has seen all Miyazaki movies
I've seen quite a few, and would like to see more. Let's hope I will eventually have seen them all.
The Sibling Below Me has seen everything.
I've seen the future and it ain't pretty.
TSBM prefers Doom & GloomTM.
I am very fond of DoomTM, but Gloom just depresses me.
The sibling below me set a record for frags in DoomTM.
For Doom II Hell on Earth (which I still play using the doomsday engine (http://sourceforge.net/projects/deng/), it doesn't need to look blocky :mrgreen:).
TSBM likes other 'death simulators'.
If you mean la petite mort, as the French say, then guilty as charged. :mrgreen:
TSBM hurdles turtles.
Quote from: Agujjim on August 28, 2009, 03:23:39 PM
If you mean la petite mort, as the French say, then guilty as charged. :mrgreen:
Are we talking about petit death
stimulators now?
:mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen:
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The hurdles of the turtles require it.
TSBM has seen little ones up close.
Please, let's leave my love life out of it!
The Sibling Below Me is waiting for The Big One.
That 500 m Zeppelin I ordered must be here any minute!
The sibling below me will sail (on) the solar wind to distant places.
Is that solar, as in Solar Plexus?
The Sibling below me ricochets
Specially after comments like this:
Quote from: Opsanus tau on August 28, 2009, 08:24:44 PM
Please, let's leave my love life out of it!
:ROFL: :ROFL: :ROFL: :ROFL:
TSBM deflates after bouncing on the wall.
Not sure what sort of ball that is, but I'm so not buying one.
TSBM Demands candy sprinkles on their hamburger.
Cake, not hamburger. Do not insult professional cakewreckers (http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/)
The sibling below me will give us his/her (recipe) preferences should (s)he land on the menu of cannibals (traditional ones, not inbred hillbillies or snobs like H.Lecter).
Given that traditional cannibals don't take advise that well, I rather hope they get on with it quickly.
TSBM was thinking on actual recipes.
Unfortunately the jokes I know about that are in German and difficult to translate (if at all).
Here some of the less dignified: http://www.imho.de/archiv/taobe_archiv.html
The sibling below me will discuss whether zombie or cannibal movies are 'lower' (leave out cannibal zombie porn in order to not muddle)
Zombies are clearly lower, haven't you seen some of them dragging their corpses on the floor?
TSBM also thinks of the highlights of anthropophagic cuisine as a higher art.
Well, cannibals must be high on something, or they wouldn't feed on such unclean prey.
The Sibling Below Me is hoping I've forgotten completely about okra frogurt.
Yes. Yes I had. And now that you've brought it up again, I better have some Pepto.
The sibling below likes to drink things that are pink.
A Black Russian is no Pink Lady
Give her the Singapore sling
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T9MuEA2eF8c
The sibling below me will count the drinks in that song
Well, I tried, but got distracted by thirst around #23. That was fascinating.
The Sibling Below Me knows another great booze song.
Es gibt kein Bier auf Hawaii
Roll out the barrel
Im tiefen Keller sitz ich hier bei einem Faß voll Reben
Ergo bibamus (Goethe*)
In taberna quando sumus (Carmina Burana)
In München steht ein Hofbräuhaus
Als Büblein klein an der Mutterbrust (Falstaff in the opera by Otto Nicolai)
Trink, trink, Brüderlein trink
...
OK, all those are more of the traditional kind.
The sibling below me though more of a Heavy Metal version (I like my drinks unleaded please!)
*I hope this is a proper recording (can#t check now. this PC has no sound equipment) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xrnIpbtKUsc
A midi version? Wait they started to sing. BTW heavy metal is all drink songs (or composed while drunk?).
TSBM thinks the culprit is a stronger mind changing substance.
Whiskey with gun powder in it?
The sibling below me likes explosive dishes and drinks
Spicy food is always explosive (or at least it feels that way).
TSMB has a bland taste.
So my sister said when she ate my arm.
TsBM has a dog with no nose.
And it smells awful.
The sibling below me will cite chapter and verse of the origin of that joke
That joke was first published in chapter 365 verse 52 of the Newest Testament.
TsBM knows how to get two boy scouts into a baked bean tin.
In ashes of course.
TSBM has a better hideout for the bodies.
Check the Song of Wayland (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/V%C3%B6lundarkvi%C3%B0a) for details :mrgreen:
The sibling below me thought more about Titus Andronicus
Yes indeed; I thought Titus A. shows how inappropriate Shakespeare is for school kids being a piece of literature just about the most violent known to man/woman. Ban Shakespeare !
TsBM has gone blue all over.
My transformation to smurf is almost complete.
The sibling below me was thinking more along the line of Celtic war paint
I see line after line painted in Celtic war paint and it makes me dizzy.
TsBM can't spell.
I c a n ' t f o r n o a p p a r e n t r e a s o n.
TSBM prefers verse to prose.
Which is worse?
Prose or verse?
Letter for letter,
which is better?
I'm most smitten
by thoughtfulness written.
It don't matter
how...
The Sibling Below Me had a more concise answer in mind.
No!
TSBM can't stand monosyllables.
Undoubtedly prefer polysyllabic verbage, myself.....
(however, "Monosyllabic Girl" constantly features within music playlists)
TSBM goes to the seaside where they like to spin and twirl.
('cause everyone knows they're in love with the monosyllabic girl!) ;)
An' I start insults to hurl
As the side effects unfurl
The sibling below me now will present us with a short poem in hexameters or elegiac disticha.
μῆνιν ἄειδε, θεά, Πηληϊάδεω Ἀχιλῆος
TSBM knows what that means...
Tell me oh goddess of the wrath of Peleus's son Achilles
(which did immeasureable harm to the Achaians
and sent the souls of so many maginificnet heros to Hades)
I did not even have to look that up.
The sibling below me will sing a little song for us to change our minds.
Hypochondriacs
Spend the winter at the bottom of Florida and the summer on top of
the Adirondriacs.
You go to Paris and live on champagne wine and cognac
If you're dipsomognac.
If you're a manic-depressive
You don't go anywhere where you won't be cheered up, and people say
"There, there!" if your bills are excessive.
But you stick around and work day and night and night and day with
your nose to the sawmill.
If you're nawmill.
Many thanks, Ogden Nash.
Personally, I always imagined that being sung in a New York Jewish accent (think Allen Sherman), but TSBM may disagree
Woody Allen would work, too.
The Sibling Below Me has a favorite Woody Allen film.
So many... perhaps Mighty Aphrodite?
TSBM remembers Mazinger/Tranzor Z's Aphrodite.
Ooh, if I could do what she did, I'd cause major damage! (But nowadays, my aim would be lower!)
The Sibling Below Me is now thinking of pie-throwing, for some strange reason.
After reading about more nefarious deeds of conservatives and industry oies would be clearly too harmless an option, unless soaked in mustard (and I do not mean the condiment).
The sibling below me eats humble pie
I find it settles my stomach after overindulgence in hubris.
The Sibling Below Me thinks that Hubris would be a good name for a pet.
Sure, as a companion to my beloved Hybrid.
The sibling below me will make* a poem on pets and post it here.
*not just take somebody else's
I'll talk about Hollandicus
my gray cockatiel pet
who came home on a Monday
to figure out on Tuesday
that things were still not set
and that's the day I met
my dear beloved Nymphicus
TSBM will criticize the metric.
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Edit: either the metric is so awful nobody dares criticize it, or the poem is so sub-lime no answer can come from it. TSBM can change the subject altogether if (s)he is uncomfortable with the subject. ;)
The metric always messes me up- all those centimeters and litres... why can't the rest of the world just use inches and gallons like we do in the U.S.? I mean, if we can learn it, they certainly can! :mrgreen:
The Sibling Below Me has a measured reply.
Obviously the world wants to embrace your very exclusive club (do Liberia and Myanmar get a vote?).
TSBM wants twelve fingers.
So I can play the Spanish Guitar!
The Sibling Below Me wants to play the Sitar.
Ayuh, but I'm clumsy and dyslexic so I just ended up falling down the stairs. ;)
TSBM has learned not to keep bottles of hotsauce on the bedside table the hard way.
Aye, it didn't do a thing for my pinkeye!
The Sibling Below Me thinks that all white rabbits have pinkeye.
Since all rabbits I know have red eyes, I'd expect albino ones to have ruby ones.
The sibling below me will speculate about the eye colour of rabbis.
You mean below the black hat and dress?
TSBM was thinking on rabies.
Indeed, but that is rather colourless. Oh, you wrote on?
Don't think people with rabies think much at all.
The sibling below me will describe the plot of Bambie III - Bambie catches rabies
Bambie, now an adult with a huge rack (and yes, I'm still talking about the deer, here), is leaping majestically through the woods one fine day when he accidentally stomps upon Foamer, the rabid raccoon, who promptly bites him on the leg, passing on his wretched disease to the proud buck. The resulting delirium makes for super animated sequence, rivaling the "Pink Elephants on Parade" number in Dumbo, but far more bizarre and scary, and instead of doing the Rhumba, the translucent neon dream deer do the macarena while puking out psychedelic rainbows. As paralysis nears, some Faceless Hunters appear and being drunk, lazy and bad shots as well, take advantage of the dying animal to carry his body off on the front of their four wheel drive vehicle, little noticing that the blood on their hands will soon repay them for their antics. This movie does not end at all well, and is not recommended for children under 12, or anyone any sensibilities at all, and is destined to be a blockbuster hit. Please give me top billing and half the profits.
The Sibling Below Me is sorry s/he read that.
Actually it sounds like a cool animated movie, although the drawings would have to convey the gradual psychosis with violent strokes and psychedelic colors. Add some witty and angry dialog and its a hit.
TSBM now thinks I have rabies.
Actually, I can guarantee I don't, due to having to get inoculated against it (work with bats, and the little bastards are very bitey, and can carry rabies)
TSBM is inoculated against hideous diseases as well.
I've had some hideous innoculations - typhus oral vaccine literally tastes like disease in a cup. :puke:
TSBM can taste the disease too.
...if the air gets really bad
(malaria = bad air)
The sibling below me thinks that Ebola sounds like a ball game
...in Portuguese?
TSBM wants to go to Brazil
Used to have a friend in Sao Paulo. If he's still there, I'd love to go- he was a hoot!
The Sibling Below Me wants to start an Ebola league.
Not before the Eboga (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eboga) world match.
The sibling wonders why the wikipedia entry does not mention that the stuff causes vomiting lasting for hours.
I do wonder, now that it's been pointed out, and also if you know from experience. ;)
(the Sibling below you prefers areca to iboga, admittedly without trying the latter - availability is always a factor)
TSBM tastes things they shouldn't.
Intermission
I know about the Eboga stuff from the BBC Tribe series, where one episode is dedicated to the presenter undergoing the ritual.
End Intermission
I'm a biologist. It's all about the poo..... ::)
TSBM will now vomit...
Ignorance is my anti-nausea medicine!
The Sibling Below Me has designed the Ebola League uniforms.
Yes, all red and brown, so the stains don't show.
The sibling below me knows what fascinating necrotitis is.
A compulsive desire to watch people with a gas-forming, fulminating, necrotic infection of the superficial and deep fascia, resulting in thrombosis of the subcutaneous vessels and gangrene of the underlying tissues, usually caused by multiple pathogens and is frequently associated with diabetes mellitus.
TSBM will now wax lyrical on the subject of The Smurfs
I'll leave that to Vader Abraham
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WS5ER8HaIhU
And here the not safe for work and children version
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6tnZbXN3fSM
The sibling below me will give an explanation what genetic mutation(s) could turn humans into smurfs.
Hello, noone below me?
Please excuse the delay. We were all temporarily turned into Smurfs through exposure to those vids!
Thank you, Swato, for snapping us out of it!
When The Sibling Below Me snaps his/her fingers, something happens.
Echo.
The acoustic nature of the room is modified, the pressure of the air altered, bouncing wildly without control over and over until nothing is left, just emptiness.
TSBM will do a less tacky take.
The less tacky version. When I snap my fingers my butler appears with my bedtime cocoa.
TsBM has hung his head.
Ye know, it got wet and the tumble drier had been taken to maintenance, so I had not much choice, if I wanted to get it dry in time.
The sibling below me will tell us the tale of the headless golfcartman.
He ratted on Tiger Woods! :mrgreen:
The Sibling Below Me is dreaming of a Tiger Woods free Xmas.
Who set the tiger free in the woods on Xmas? Somebody could get hurt!
The sibling below me is more in a lions and lambs in the meadow mood.
If you mean as in "March comes in like a lion, goes out like a lamb", then yes. Yes, I am. Once the Yule season is over I'm ready to start spring. Alas, winter has only just begun.
The Sibling below Me is ready to start another season.
What TV show are we talking about?
TSBM prefers seasonal food.
And my favorite seasoning is cocoa.
TSBM has a world-renowned hot chocolate recipe.
In the spirit of the holiday we cultists/cannibals sometimes replace the boiling oil or water with chocolate. The trick is to keep it from bumping. As you might know there are 6 different crystal structures chocolate can form. We use a layer system with plates of the different forms for the first filling of the cauldron (of course varied for the areas close to the walls) and strategically placed bars of pure cocoa butter as intermediate heat conductors. This guarantees the formation of controlled heat isles that slowly grow together until the whole mixture is liquid. Now the fire is slightly reduced and the surface area shortly stirred. The the victims (in larger cauldrons up to 4 but we rarely do more than 2) are lowered into the cauldron (hands tied with fat soluble bands) and the fire brought back to original strength. Feet struggles will provide for proper stirring near the bottom and after dissolution of the hand bands the same is true for the upper regions. The right choice of bands will get the upper stirring up at exactly the right moment, when the heat distribution gets critical. When the struggling gets visibly diminished the fire gets reduced again until it barely keeps the mixture liquid. Ready for serving.
The sibling below me did not expect that much details.
Maybe not from anyone else, but you, dear Professor, are exceptional.
The Sibling Below Me is now imagining a cow being hurled over the castle wall.
Fliying cows are a seasonal occurence in tornado alley, as for the castle, are talking about the one making burgers?
TSBM sends his/her cows first class.
I used to, but the postage got prohibitive.
TSBM makes his/her/its cattle pay their own way.
Pave, not pay! You should see their snow stampedes.
The sibling below me is a Black Udder fan
At present I am udderwise engaged.
TsBM travels widderwise.
Since I am a Widder (Aries), that was to be expected.
The sibling below me thinks that believers in astrology should be scorpioned and fed to scaled up fishes by a twin virgins.
I'm a Taurus and can easily spot bull. Twin virgins are much more difficult for me to spot.
The Sibling Below Me has lost her/his spotted cow/bull.
It ran away as soon he figured out the twins weren't virgins.
TSBM doesn't consider twins (Geminis*) duplicitous per se.
*I happen to be one ;)
Unless of course they are Liarmese ;)
The sibling below me had enough of bad puns this year
Never! Bad puns (and good!) are the sign of active minds.
The Sibling Below Me has an hyperactive mind.
And regular headaches and sleeping problems because of it (although the sinuses and the stomach probably play a part too).
The sibling below me is not in a cheerful mood either
Am too, am too! But probably because I am an ignoramus compared to you. :-*
The Sibling Below Me will now weigh the merits of being smart against being ignorant.
Ignorance is bliss?
TSBM wanted a more sophisticated answer.
I did, but no one seems eager to slip into a Derek Rose Tartan Smoking Jacket, fill a Baccarat flute with Veuve Clicquot Ponsardin, and light up one of His Majesty's Reserve cigars before answering.
... muss be sumfink to do wif thee 'ole 'umble fing ... :beer:
The sibling below me affects a different posting wardrobe.
Actually, I don't... I have a perfectly smashing smoking jacket which I will wear given any opportunity. Funny you should mention smoking jackets- i just saw it mentioned elsewhere in here. I think you can be humble while wearing a smoking jacket, particularly if you're handing out cigars and brandies.
The Sibling Below Me will proclaim this The Year of the Smoking Jacket.
Like this?
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TSBM is preparing his/her asbestos lawsuit.
I am content to post unwrapped... ;)
On the other hand, the sibling below me is simply content.
Definitely better than incontinent.
The sibling below me believes in bulletproof underwear
... which beats a chastity belt all the time.
TSBM wonders about the bodily functions of the wearer of chastity belts.
I wonder more about the mental functions of the wearer of chastity belts!
The Sibling Below Me wants an infidelity belt.
... i'm actually wondering what ensemble would best suit an infidel belt ...
TSBM never votes without his/her Fidel Belt.
I'd feel castroted without it.
The sibling goes nowhere without a batiste handkerchief
All my travelling appareil is lined with finest lawn batiste hadkerchiefs. At least, they would be if my Time Machine wasn't on the blink.
TsBM cuts his/her lawn with nail scissors.
It is my lucky charm.
TSBM thought of an overly sweet cereal.
First the left eye, then the right eye....
The sibling below me wants to know what Tom Cruise and peanut butter have in common...
After careful consideration I don't.
TSBM is now thinking on Penelope Cruz and peanut butter.
I prefer to think of Johnnie Depp and a bottle of Bordeaux!
:depp_hat: :partyglass:
The Sibling Below Me prefers something else.
A good brie, crackers, a movie perhaps, but I'll keep the bordeaux ;) :P
TSBM wants something more sustaining.
I'd like a gigantic steak and chips.
TsBM wonders what colour to die their arm hairs next.
Before or after shaving them?
The sibling below me will tell us about strange rituals involving hairs (s)he is involved in on a regular base.
Something like placing all shaving instruments in a row or something?
TSBM doesn't want to shave/remove body hair anymore.
Just relocate it.
TSBM has short, fat, hairy legs.
Two out of three correctly guessed.
The sibling below me believes the traditional explanation for that (excessive masturbation causes increased growth of body hair)
(so that's why...)
TSBM is now looking at his hands intently.
They're quite hairless. Boy, do I have them fooled!
The Sibling Below Me now wonders if hairless palms means anything for females.
[(the thought of) this post has been removed due to it's lewd and explicit nature]
TSBM has no qualms about explicit posts
Smut!
Give me smut and nothing but!
A dirty novel I can't shut,
If it's uncut,
and unsubt- le.
I've never quibbled
If it was ribald,
I would devour where others merely nibbled.
As the judge remarked the day that he
acquitted my Aunt Hortense,
"To be smut
It must be ut-
Terly without redeeming social importance."
Por-
Nographic pictures I adore.
Indecent magazines galore,
I like them more
If they're hard core.
(Bring on the obscene movies, murals, postcards, neckties,
samplers, stained-glass windows, tattoos, anything!
More, more, I'm still not satisfied!)
Stories of tortures
Used by debauchers,
Lurid, licentious, and vile,
Make me smile.
Novels that pander
To my taste for candor
Give me a pleasure sublime.
(Let's face it, I love slime.)
All books can be indecent books
Though recent books are bolder,
For filth (I'm glad to say) is in
the mind of the beholder.
When correctly viewed,
Everything is lewd.
(I could tell you things about Peter Pan,
And the Wizard of Oz, there's a dirty old man!)
I thrill
To any book like Fanny Hill,
And I suppose I always will,
If it is swill
And really fil
thy.
Who needs a hobby like tennis or philately?
I've got a hobby: rereading Lady Chatterley.
But now they're trying to take it all
away from us unless
We take a stand, and hand in hand
we fight for freedom of the press.
In other words,
Smut! (I love it)
Ah, the adventures of a slut.
Oh, I'm a market they can't glut,
I don't know what
Compares with smut.
Hip hip hooray!
Let's hear it for the Supreme Court!
Don't let them take it away!
TSBM knows who sang this one...
Yes I do, but I gave it to Agnes.
TsBM gives piano lessons to robots.
And with quantization the robot (computer) transcribes what I play. Now I need to play better... :-\
TSBM thinks that MIDI (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Musical_Instrument_Digital_Interface) is overrated.
Especially becasue it cannot be easily converted into mp3 (and sounds far too different on different machines).
The sibling below me finds the imitation of strings by midi especially unconvincing.
Even with a good tone box sounds quite lifeless, although in truth most instruments even sampled ones don't sound right, mostly because minor variations and things like vibrato have random periods and never sound in the same exact way.
TSBM chokes when commercials, TV and -OMG!- movies used sequenced music instead of live one.
Zone- can you clarify that? I'm not sure this fogey gets what you mean.
In layman terms, when a synthesizer -pretending to be an orchestra-* is used instead of real musicians to make the soundtrack of a movie or TV series.
*Specifically is called 'sequenced' because a sequencer (a piece of software in which you can manage a composition and play it through a computer or via MIDI), does the job, it isn't even a man at a keyboard, but a completely computerized musical interpretation.
I hope that answers your question... :-X
Ah, thank you, my good sibling.
I do find some strictly synthesized music to be somewhat irritating. I imagine that sometimes I don't even notice, since I assume that some is very well done. One thing I really have a time with is fake piano music. Some of it just sounds so hokey.
The Sibling Below Me thinks that only robots should play synthesizers.
Specially after listening to Yanni :barf:
TSBM is offended by that comment.
I am offended on behalf of my robot, who asked me to be offended for him because he has no emotions. It's the least I could do.
The Sibling Below Me has one of the new emotional robots.
I have, but it's throwing a hissy fit at the moment and won't come out of its docking station.
The Sibling Below Me has one of the even newer useful robots.
But it still can't do oral properly..eh..I mean its language skills leave something to be desired.
The sibling below me will comment on Oral Roberts' sermon
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:barf:
The sibling below me wishes he could redo yesterday.
i.e. sitting half an hour longer in a commuter train (without an orgy for compensation) and coming late to an interesting lecture?
Eh..no!
The sibling below me now thinks about orgies in German commuter trains
German prawn is already legendary, there must be a version in a train. ;)
TSBM is appalled after that comment.
No, just disappointed that I've never been invited to a German train orgy.
The Sibling Below Me wonders what a German train orgy invitation looks like.
I know what they look like, I get one every week.
TSBM would much prefer a good old Victorian stagecoach orgy.
It does sound more cozy. :blush:
The Sibling Below Me wonders if robots could have orgies.
Well, they are made from lots of screws.
TsBM washes their mouth out in vinegar.
Clearly tastes better than the reflux from my stomach I regularly have.
The sibling below me is high on acid
Actually I bought a bag of jelly bears covered in an ultra acid powder, sour then sweet. I ate the bag in one sitting :redface:
TSBM prefers standard gummy bears.
Yes, but the addiction is equally strong. If one has difficulties to not eat the full box of 700g in a single day, there's a problem.
The sibling below me thinks that the producers are in cahoots with big tobacco
At least we can quit any time we want.
TSBM wants for nothing.
Yup, all you have to do is tell me what to want. No need to pay...
The Sibling Below Me is high wantage.
and drooling.
The sibling below me plans to salt the cake and sugar the meat
No, I don't, that's they queer folk over in Gloucestershire what does that.
The sibling below me has not been abducted by aliens this year
They got stuck in the traffic jam because the hyperspace express route through this area is still not approved.
The sibling below me would find it more interesting to abduct aliens than being abducte3 by them.
Well, yes, but my garden shed is full of them already.
TSBM would like to take a couple of dozen aliens off my hands.
I thought those were garden gnomes.
TSBM keeps his/her gnomes in bondage.
I hope some of them grow up to become bondgirls.
The sib lin gbe low mep ref ers equ alw ord len gth
Inawordno.
The Sibling Below Me needs to clear something up.
OK, OK but I didn't spill it in the first place.
The Sibling Below Me will get the vacuum cleaner out in a minute.
Only if you promise to sit through a 1 hour 'product preview' (I used to sell 'em door to door :D).
TSBM has bumble bees in their humble trees.
And my Humble Knees are Rumble Free.
The Sibling Below Me validates parking.
Absolutely. I think parking is a great idea. It certainly beats driving around in circles all day long.
The Sibling Below Me loves taking short drives in the country.
I do, but in two countries - round here we're in and out of Wales all the time.
The Sibling Below Me is 'r brawd ai chwaer goris (I think).
And I chant Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn a lot
The sibling below me sings falsetto
Sooth, Sir, I wou'd cause Any Man soe to do, iff he utter'd such HEATHENN Turkish maledictions, before me.
Ye Syblinge below mee, liketh not thiss Moderne speeche, whch now prevaileth.
Yr Frende, Humphrey
Homo doctus unusquisque lingua Latina seu Graeca propria utitur
Sobrinus infra meum inebriatus est
Or Hebrew. And no I'm not, it's only 2pm.
The sibling below me never drinks until the sun is over the yardarm
but they sling the yardarm pretty damn low
Our boatswain is so lazy. He does not want to climb so high when hanging someone from the yardarm, especially not when drunk.
The sibling below us will explain how the non drinking rule works on a ship with Latin rig.
Waysallay oastay eforebay oingday a otshay.
The sibling below me paid for the last round.
And now I am out of both money and ammo
The sibling before me has invented a gun that requires inserting a coin for every shot to be fired.
Yep, it takes shaped-charge cartridges and uses quarters to shoot explosively-formed penetrators.
TSBM has reached their wit's end.
Which end of the wit do you mean? The one I'm holding onto, or the other one?
The Sibling Below Me has plenty of time.
And I even get paid for it ;D
The sibling below me thinks about hanging a hammock in his/her office.
But I dropped the idea on the grounds that the hammock is innocent.
The sibling below me is suspicious of all types of bedding.
bedding, gemblink, chansing arrgh ohl vary sinfool!
Se silbink beelo mee yodles fer fan.
If I yodeled for my fan, I doubt anyone would bring it to me. They'd probably run in the other direction.
The Sibling Below Me knows another way to avoid company on a mountaintop.
Playing my French horn. The acoustic effect is very cool (for me :redface:) though.
TSBM much rather listen to a boombox.
Only if it was turned off.
The Sibling Below Me knows what it's got in its pocketses.
Holes, siblings, sneaky, untrustwothy holes, it has.
And more pocketses in its pocketses, yes it has, it has.
The Sibling below me will give the little fishes to Master.
Does Qwerty know what to do with those?
TSBM thinks Q is a great cook.
I've always planned to make one out of him, one day (sorry Q, restaurant plans have gone out the window, you'll have to wait to slave help in the Monastery kitchens). Not sure if he is yet, though....
(I suppose his spaghetti is a'ight)
TSBM has odd methods of avoiding scurvy.
I put out small vitamin traps near the next fruit shop and catch the wee buggers when they go for a stroll.
The sibling below me extracts nutrients from sunlight
...by planting grass for the cows to eat for me to eat.
The sibling below me would like to join SAVED:
Society for the Abolition of Vegetables from the English Diet
of which I am the founder and now the only member.
I would but nor only I'm not English but I learned to like salads and soups (provided those are tasty).
TSBM enjoys bland food.
True, but the stuff you get in the Bland restaurants over here is nothing like the real cuisine in Blandistan.
The sibling below me has never been there.
I've never been anywhere. I have spent my entire life in a box.
TsBM knows who is guilty.
The box of course.
TSBM know why.
He assisted Col. Mustard in the Library with the Chainsaw.
The sibling below me knows who the victim was.
The books were the victims. Also the bookshelves.
TsBM tried to glue them together again.
I think I did alright, although I don't know if I did it right:
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TSBM found bookworms in the Conservatory and now thinks they can read palms.
Only if music is written.
TSBM much rather read Braille
Right now I am reading the Braille message of a big zit on my face, and it says "Owie!"
The zits of the Sibling Below Me are saying something else.
They are singing, "Squeeze me, baby". That's pop music.
The sibling below me thinks a Zit is a Russian aircraft.
Zit reminds me more of mammal gland of domesticated animals (Zitze)
The sibling below me will now explain the difference between teat and tit (apart from using different letters)
Teat is the respectable word and it's the only one used for the artificial item. Also it refers mainly to the nipple and not the whole beautiful, wobbly DOWN, BOY! sorry, the whole thing.
The sibling below me realises that Zitze is the same word, changed according to the zweite Lautverschiebung.
But they probably can't show a reason why the cognate Tüte remains unshifted.
Given the customs of the small paper with he big letters (http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bildzeitung) there is no need since that word (Tüte*) is used as one of the many synonyms (also including 'Schaumglocken' and 'Hupen')
The sibling below me knows that said paper is still hyperintellectual compared with the British equivalents (often under the influence of The Rupert).
*actually 'Zuckertüte'
No way! Bild is at least as bad as our Sun, though we do have one or two which may be worse.
The Sibling below me thinks Quarktaschen is also an elegant and delicate term.
I do like Schaumglocken and Hupen
Quarktaschen sounds quite onomatopoeic (spelling?)
The sibling below me thinks that it sounds more like an essential part of the next generation of quantum computers.
Perhaps a brand of quantum computers?
TSBM thinks Siemens will buy it at the first chance.
More likely Kraft.
The sibling below me thinks.
But is not certain whether she am.
TSBM is considering a second career in bumper sticker philosophy.
Incognito Ergo Scum*
Allegedly someone once passed a philosophy exam consisting of the single question
"Is this a question?"
by answering
"No, but this is an answer!"
The sibling below me knows the shortest accepted PhD thesis.
*the universal troll motto I presume
No I don't - do tell.
The philosophy exam legend at my own university of Oxford is that one year the paper contained only one question: "Why?" Candidates answering "Why not?" got a first; "Because" got a second and all other answers failed.
The sibling below me can sing Monty Python's philosophers song from memory.
Only partially. Same with the decomposing composers.
The sibling below me likes Chinese
I adore Chinese women, but the trouble is, you have one and then half an hour later you want another one.
The sibling below me knows an infallible cure for Pieces' ailment.
I do indeed, but it's not pleasant.
Place a generous handful of crunchy breakfast cereal in one's underwear... One will experience no lack of focus on the intimate details of one's existence...
The Sibling Below Me would insist on adding milk and sugar.
No sugary liquid! That's a recipe for yeast infection (cf. coke as a contraceptive)
The sibling below me thinks that the best place for yeast is beer production.
And don't forget cider!
The sibling below me thinks he or she is the best place for beer (or cider).
There was a young lady from Hyde
Who ate some green apples and died
Inside the lamented
The apples fermented
and made cider inside her inside.
The Sibling below me knows more gross limericks than I do....
Es fiel ein Boy in Transvaal
In einen Fleischwolf aus Stahl
Zwar verließ er sofort
Wieder den Ort
Jedoch in größerer Zahl
(Once a boy in Transvaal
fell into a steel meat grinder
Though he left the place immediately
it was in higher numbers)
The sibling below me now will recite three gross haiku
Sorry, that's beyond me...
However,
A young man who lived by the Humber
Was minced by a meat grinder's blunder
He survived for a while
With ineffable style
But he left there in much greater number.
THe SIbling below me can do better than that.
There once was a man in Lyme
Who had three wives at a time
He was once overheard
Saying one is absurd
And two at once is a crime.
The sibling below me thinks that was terrible.
I've seen worse limericks.
The sibling prefers them to slime rigs
I love slime rigs, but here's a limerick that's even more fun:
There was a young couple from Aberystwyth
Who connected the parts that they kissed with,
And as they grew older
They also grew bolder
And connected the parts that they shook hands with.
The sibling below me can see a minor alteration to improve that last line.
Yes, I can see 'that'.
The sibling below speaks in tonsils
I used to until they took them away. I don't miss them.
TSBM wants to have something else removed.
Yes, a few pundits and a few 'government is always evil' libertarians to Somalia without a return ticket.
The sibling below me was thinking more along the line of ingrown nails, warts etc.
No, I was with you on the first option.
TSBM prefers stock options.
In this economy? Puh-leaze!
TSBM would take the options and run with them.
They will become retro very soon and yield high prices from conaisseurs.
The sibling below me bets on hyperinflation
No, it makes me dizzy and my face goes all red.
The sibling below me hasn't checked their tyre pressures for far too long.
No bike, no car, no tyring pressure
The sibling does not think that the latter follows from the former
Some times the latter walks in front
TSBM walks besides
Yes, I walk besides driving. But usually only as far as the car.
The sibling below me does some exercise.
If you mean "in futility", then yes, I exercise at least once a day.
The Sibling Below Me has a home altar to a futility goddess.
A metaphorical one, always at my back, built with my eyes closed.
TSBM already opened his/her eyes.
I know, I know, I should have waited for my birthday or Christmas, but the suspense was killing me.
TSBM is on tenterhooks.
Don't know what that is but it sounds like octopus prostitutes :mrgreen:
The sibling below me will tell us what the metaphor 'amoeba porn' stands for
Not with ladies present.
The sibling below me dances barefoot on tenterhooks as part of a mystic ritual.
Punishment?
TSBM prefers hot coal instead.
Yes, it doesn't taste so nice cold.
The sibling below me is still wondering about those tenterhooks.
No I'm not. I know they are just hesitant marquee fixings.
TsBM sleeps in a paper bag.
No. No. that's on a paper bag. Don't ask!
The little amoeba shuns coition,
And propagates its kind by fission,
A process it finds most effectual,
The dirty little homosexual...
The Sibling Below Me now understands Amoeba Porn.
Intellectually, yes, ...
TSBM always joins in Amoeba Games (http://www.tripleplaygames.com/amoeba.php)
I would, but they won't let me play.
The sibling below me is fascinated with pseudopods.
I've a shoggoth fetish (but do not stick needles in it)
The sibling below me thinks that voodoo and video are just different spellings for the same thing
Told you it was very rude.
The sibling below me has fainted with shock.
O prefer to feint with chalk.
TSBM has cast a few circles in his or her time, too.
No, only rectangles. I am quite square.
The sibling below me is hip enough to hop
I was, but me old war wound is plaguing at the moment, reducing me to a mere shuffle. Sob, sob, story of such super-attenuating woe as to make the stone heart of a Job Centre employee bleed...
TSBM has an injury whose explanation requires the use of props and a cast...
It was this prop(eller) cast from phosphor bronze that did it!
The sibling below me has only honorable injuries
Yes, but they are in naughty places.
The Sibling Below Me honors all naughty places.
I am on the naughty step right now.
TsBM is only two steps from the precipice.
Not even that far!
The Sibling Below Me understands how alluring the edge can be.
Especially if it is the cutting one
The sibling on occasion has injured someone by use of pointy remarks
I'm aware that I have that bad habit and try to keep it in check. :oops: If I've done that here, then I'm truly sorry. I apologise to whomever I've hurt.
The Sibling Below Me will, I hope, point it out to me if I do it again.
It was not a specifically targeted remark :mrgreen:
The sibling below me thinks that celtic harps are actually disguised war-bows that can shoot in rapid succcession.
Quote from: Swato
It was not a specifically targeted remark :mrgreen:
I'm glad to hear it, but it really is a bad fault of mine. I did not think you were being F
# (ho, ho, I am heavy on wire today).
I agree about the harps. I've never actually seen it happen, but that's probably because they do it so fast.
The sibling below me has seen a man slain by one mighty blow from a pibroch.
It was more like the plunging of a stilleto into the heart, but, yes...
The Sibling Below Me needs the Emotional Rescue Squad to follow them around.
Actually, I'd appreciate it very much if an Emotional Rescue Squad proceeded me, so that they could have my little pink fainting couch in place well before I start to swoon. It really miffs me to have my tear-loosened makeup smeared on the pavement.
The Sibling Below Me knows how to get tear-loosened makeup off a little pink fainting couch.
Wisk. It works on everything.
TSBM uses an awful lot of bleach.
Well, the Chlor-Alkali industry bribes me with its products, so I have to use them.
The sibling belwo me would like to be bribed by the soft toy industry
Wheee! Lots and lots of little fluffy piggywigs! Pink ones! And little doggies! Hoor......
David hath FAYNTED, with Extasy and I have summoned ye apothecary.
Ye Syblynge below mee will not again Deraynge him, with mention of fluffy Animals.
Yr Frende, Humphrey Gryblynge.
We also have hardcore.
That would be wood, metal, hard plastic or hard rubber (batteries not included)
The olde gentleman below me did not knowe that one coulde buy battery but thought it a crime to paye for.
I don't know about the old gentleman, but some people are into that sort of thing. Where O where is my little pink fainting couch?
The Sibling Below Me prefers the Comfy Chair.
No One Ever expects the Spanish Inquisition!
:inquisition:
TSBM much rather look for a dead parrot.
He's not dead, he's tired and shagged out following a prolonged squawk.
The sibling below me also gets tired after a long squawk.
Why should I get tired of the long squaw. The shorter ones are far more exhausting.
The sibling below me is fond of blond jokes
They're very funny, but I don't get them.
:sportswoman:
The Sibling Below Me prefers bald jokes.
If you mean crude and unsubtle, you're right!
The sibling below me is as hairy as I am.
Not so. I was chemically stripped by the doctors.
TsBM wouldn't know a hair if it hit them on the nose.
No, but the hair inside my nose is long and luxuriant.
The Sibling Below Me braids her/his ear hair.
My ear-plugs for motorcycling) do it for me.
The Sibling Below Me thought Ear Plugs were like hair plugs
I think there are fibers in the waxen ones.
The sibling below us will wax on the significance of rhino horn not actually being horn substance but primarily cemented hair.
Five hundred million Chinese men can't be wrong.
The sibling below me thinks the evidence against Rhino horn just won't stand up.
I much rather let the rhino stand for himself.
TSBM prefers other kinds of horns.
You're just angling for another cheap joke at the expense of the French...
TSBM thinks that the French were not diminished, that no slur was intended, and that there has been a perfect interval for French jokes.
I recognise the clever puns but prefer not to think about the French at all.
Le frère ou la soeur qui suit préfère surtout les Anglophones.
Well, yeah- since I only took German and Latin in school.
The Sibling Below Me is waiting for an extraterrestrial language to be offered at school.
But in the meantime I'll stick with French. :mrgreen: :mrgreen:
TSBM, as I, prefers Paris this time of the year.
Non, je préfère la belle province.... it's maple syrup season. ;)
TSBM also finds themselves in a sticky situation.
Yup, my birds prevent me from using non-stick pans.
TSBM uses teflon in his/her bullets.
Well, if I'd use a gun to kill cops, I'd likely try to obtain cop killers (as those teflon coated bullets are known).
They allegedly go through bullet proof vests and lack the fingerprint groove pattern that enables retracing to the weapon.
The sibling below me thinks that parricide/patricide is a strange name for a clothing item
Not at all, if Paris is the world fashion capitol.
The Sibling Below Me wonders what's up with Plaster of Paris.
She's still pining for The Spirit, and has plunged into her art for solace.
TSBM has been keeping tabs on The Octopus.
Well, I tried, but he keeps pushing them off again.
The Sibling Below Me wonders what they were thinking when they named that diet soda "Tab".
Just opening another tab? ;)
The sibling below me wonders too why that famous dirty brown drink is named after purified coal
'Cos it gives you gas?!? ::)
The Sibling Below Me wonders how the phrase "it was a gas" got started.
The word gas was introduced by van Helmont and derived form the Greek word chaos.
According to wikipedia 'Belsen was a gas' was a highly controversial song by the Sex Pistols.
The urban dictionary names gas as a synonym for speed (=amphetamines).
The sibling below me will inevitably hand over the spoon some day.
This Sibling needs no stinkin' spoon. I'm practically a chipmunk as it is. Mr. Ops finds my chipperness tedious.
The Sibling Below Me will now compare her/himself to another animal.
A pig? 8)
:flyingpig:
TSBM is also a male. ;)
Why yes, I am. A fe male.
TSBM is even now consulting the periodic table of elements to find his/her own suitable descriptors.
O chrom ium! I Am In Th' lead! U'Re 'N As Ho'' 9 92 6 19 8 9 9 83 43 1!
The sibling below resents this rudeness.
It's been days, now. We're all over it.
TSBM is a model of decorum.
I don't have any art deco models and rum is not for deco either.
The sibling below me collects Jugendstil furniture.
You bet I am! It's just that I have not been able to afford any of it, yet.
The Sibling Below Me also has a wishful collection.
Yes I do, but the wife wouldn't let 'em in the house.
The sibling below me doesn't exactly collect stuff, it just piles up.
Yes I am a messy without a missy to clean up.
The sibling below me thinks that mass extinctions are anti-catholic progroms
So all the Oligocene megafauna was catholic?
TSBM is as dubious as me on that one.
I am indeed.
OTOH the sibling below me thinks that the catholic church is a dinosaur.
No, the dinosaurs had short arms and often long legs.
The church has a very long arm but should have short legs, if the saying "Lügen haben kurze Beine" (lie's legs are short) is correct.
Also dinosaurs have Greek derived names in pseudo Latin instead of real latin with some pseudo-greek mixed in like the RCC.
The sibling below me will explain the connection between PSI and parasites
Well, the Pneumonia Severity Index and "parasites" both have to do with bugs. At least if it's viral pneumonia we're talking about.
The Sibling Below Me was not talking about that at all!
Well, people with severe pneumonia are prone to be as delirious than people that believe in telepathy or telekinesis*
The sibling below me makes money out of fever fantasies.
*Everyone in this room believing in telekinesis please lift my right hand!
Lawd, if I could make money out of fever fantasies, I'd have built us a RL monastery by now, with monk suites, a salt-water swimming pool and a five acre garden. But so far it's all in my head.
The Sibling Below Me would like to add to the above mentioned fantasy.
Yes, as long as it includes bird feeders, and a large parrot aviary. ;)
TSBM much rather have it on the ocean for the squidlings.
There is still my proposal for a fjord location. Deep sea and steep mountains side by side.
We could also breed the Norwegian Blue there.
The sibling below me's garden is infested by naked molerats.
But I am fighting them with fully armored polecats.
TSBM is trying to weasel out of garden talk.
I don't want a garden. I want a large communal aviary.
TSBM doesn't like my obsession.
We have Chain-Eye against things like that.
The sibling below me will back from the idea if told that only vultures will be allowed.
Of course! It would be particularly cruel considering that they spend most of their time in the air at high altitudes.
TSBM was thinking on a hen house.
I am unaware that there are hight limits to aviaries :mrgreen:
As for the claim, I think on doghouses (being a huge Snoopy fan).
Don't expect me to do any thinking on top of a bunch of noisy fowl
The sibling below me suffers from pronoun trouble
We (They?) do indeed.
TSBM does not.
I thank you for the blanket acquittal.
TSBM also thinks Blanket has suffered enough.
Torn on that
The sibling below me sells crowns of thorns
But nobody has ever bought one, so they're a bit dry now.
The sibling below me thinks Jesus was a masochist.
Just wait for the sequel
Gandhi II - He has had it with nonviolent resistance
The sibling below me will name the dumbest of all sequels ever made.
"Dumb and Dumberer: When Harry Met Lloyd" ?
The Sibling Below Me has seen something even more dumb than that movie.
When Harry met Reid?
TSBM prefers the Dumb party to the Evil party.
I'll take the Silly Party any day
The sibling below me has taken Umbridge
Underbridge and drown her. The centaurs approve.
TSBM doesn't know what we're talking about.
Comes with the job
The sibling below me will apply for industrial spokesperson role.
The designer, the owner or the renter of the rig that blew?
TSBM thinks is better to talk for the psychopathic bankers.
I believe there is a word missing in the sibling above me's claim
Let them talk and then auction for the person allowed to pull the lever
The sibling below me thinks sacks of hard cash to the legs on a swimming trip would be more appropriate.
The cash would probably float due to inflation.
The sibling below me desperately needs a flotation aid.
I have run out of Xanthogenate and α-Terpineol
The sibling below me prefers dead life rafts
Dead as in sunken?
TSBM wants to sink a Titanic filled with bankers
But their hearts would go on and on and on...
oh, right, they don;t *have* any :-[
TSBM has a heart that's three times their size.
That makes it necessary to store it externally (together with the liver that has grown with its duties).
The sibling below me wants an external extra brain.
A functioning internal brain would be a good start.
OTOH the sibling below me thinks that brains are just a nuisance.
I'm living without brain, just living without brain :squidmusicLT: :squid_musicRT:
The sibling below me thinks that something has to fill the cavity/emptiness
Vacuum? Nah, so many seem to have pus instead.
TSBM wants to conduct trepanation in those subjects.
Swato Squidling took an axe...
The sibling below me prefers icepicks.
I find them useful fter some banker opens his heart... ::)
The Sibling below me remembers the little ditty:
Hello Children!!! Would you like two Daddies?
I'll show you how...
Stand on a chair,
behind the door,
Hey diddle diddle,
Here comes Poppa,
So raise your Chopper
And split him,
down the middle!
Or, if we follow the advice of Morales (Bolivia): Feed him lots of chicken*. Then he will turn gay and bring a seond daddy home. That way the carpet does not get spoiled.
The sibling below me thinks that that is evading the actual question.
*become a doctor and people will soon provide you with lots of chicken as barter
What question? (The best way to evade one.)
Quote from: MeroHello Children!!! Would you like two Daddies?
I'll show you how...
Stand on a chair,
behind the door,
Hey diddle diddle,
Here comes Poppa,
So up with your Chopper
And split him,
down the middle!
Then go to the cupboard and take out all his money and all those nasty stocks and shares, and send them to The Auntie Rotter Home for Orphans, Balls Pond Road, London ....
The sibling below me remembers 'Honey's off, Dear.'
The Sibling below me will forgive me for double-posting, because they agree it would be fun to resurrect this thread.
Which I seem to have killed.
Certainly, Sir. Consider thyself duly forgiven for the heinous sin of double posting.
TSBM disagrees.
Indeed, he should not be forgiven but againstaken.
The sibling below me will declare his or her antigram for the next inlection
We will againstscribe all antistitution and will exform the legal exstitutions of our antijects.
The Sibling below me thinks we've had quite enough of that.
Enough is nearly always enough even considering inflation.
The sibling below me thinks not much of tautologies
Right, you are correct - unnecessary tautology is pointless and to no purpose.
Hm, a tautological answer that does not present any claim about the sibling below?
The sibling below me is mor for implying than impregnating
The Sibling below me can speak for himself, thank you, duckie.
Ducks don't talk unless daffy!
The sibling below me is dessspikkkable!
Despicable? Me?
TSBM has seen it already
No, I blinked as it flew by.
The sibling below me heard it.
from a not very reliable source
The sibling below me is beyond the pale due to a combination of anemia and tanning booth overexposure
Yeah... I look like a combination supermodel and baseball glove!
The Sibling Below Me looks like another kind of sporting equipment.
I may be spherical in the middle, but the various sticky-outy bits mar any resemblance to a beach-ball.
The Sibling Below Me understands even less about Cricket than I do.
Indeed, I barely get the goal of baseball although I don't get the actual point. Cricket is even more arcane.
TSBM prefers his/her sports in a more unadulterated form.
Why would I want adultery to be absent from sports?
The sibling below me does not alter at all
On the contrary, I often alter cheques, banker's drafts and IOUs.
The Sibling Below Me thinks this is a worthwhile pastime.
Ich sammle Radierungen...in den Geschäftsbüchern
The sibling below will open a kitten roasting business soon
How dare you, Sir! I would never roast a kitten!
I just strangle them and sell them to ethnic restaurants.
The Sibling Below Me has often eaten kitten curry, but never noticed.
I have some nasty suspicions about the canteen
The sibling below me cackles madly if (s)he thinks that nobody notices
I cackle even more madly in public. It's guaranteed to provide plenty of personal space.
The Sibling Below Me is a personal space cadet.
Lootenant Pontipine reporting fer dooty, Ma'am!
The Sibling Below Me wants to go up and view Swato's Radierungen. (etchings)
ETCHINGS?!? All this time I thought you meant ITCHINGS. Well that's different, innit?
The Sibling Below Me has a fascinating rash.
I'd call it rather (or rather call it) irritating.
The sibling below me has a crush on Rush
They are pretty cool in my book, but I've never been fan material for anyone.
The Sibling Below Me is a fan of fans.
Specifically those that spin and bring cool air in an otherwise hot room.
TSBM much rather live in a steam house.
boat, not house (and keep away with that hose)
The sibling below me is sailing away on the solar wind
With a silvered film light-sail the size of Ireland, but the inverse-square law is gradually winning - I'm going to be late for that hatching-day party on Fooplegloop.
TSBM will build a massive bank of lasers on the Moon to help me along.
And if that does not work I can use the laser bank to threaten a money bank for more resources.
Btw, Darth Vader tried to rob a bank in Long Island using a pistol (his light sabre was out of batteries I presume).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MCbjdrRZzw0
The sibling below me thinks that 'light sabre' is rather amiguous
Compared to a broad sword?
TSBM prefers and Épée
I am more of an axe person (but will also take a naginata...and don't call me girly!)
The sibling below me has both a pole- and an equatorial arm
Also a longitudinal and latitudinal leg, plus antipodeal ears.
The Sibling Below Me earns a good second income from body-snatching.
Well, antibodies from genetic labs. Their rivals pay well.
The sibling below me will go viral soon
Gosh, I hope not. I have vacation time coming up.
Everything's coming up roses for the Sibling Below Me.
Well, there's something coming up from the well-rotted dung - but it doesn't smell like roses.
The Sibling Below Me is also frequently in the brown-and-steamy.
Ah, yes, but I'm an ecologist, so it's by choice. It's all about the brown and steamy, that way I can tell what beasties are around.
TSBM is now revolted....
Do you think I'd do a volte voluntarily?
Thes sibling below me would, if threatened with many volts
Probably, if well earthed.
The Sibling Below Me once connected 40 monks in series to a Leyden Jar.
Ja, Mönche haben zu leiden, serienmäßig
The sibling below me will tell us something about the spiritual life of monk seals
Well, for one thing, I don't believe they make a vow of celibacy.
The Sibling Below Me wants to join a monk seal monastery.
What exactly are those monks sealing?
TSBM likes things in the open.
Well, some chicks dress in a way that they would be less alluring and tempting fully naked.
The sibling below me is for Nudist Friday replacing just casual.
It could get scary and I'm just talking about myself... ;)
TSBM prefers burqas on the beach.
That would be a burqini and they already exist.
The sibling below me prefers the bathing outfits ca. AD1900
No chance.
The Sibling Below Me likes 'em with nothing on at all.
I have actually been in a swimming pool with a lady in full Moslem dress including burqa, and it's weird.
Depends on the person in question.
The sibling below me thinks that burquinis are like swimming with lead weights tied on
I dunno, the pictures of burquinis look scandalous enough (you can see their full faces!!!).
TSBM uses a veil in the beach and nothing else.
The Sibling Below Me has never heard this old joke:
Two elderly gentlemen are standing nude on the river bank at a bathing spot, when a boatload of ladies comes into view. Both men grab their towels: one puts it round his waist but the other chap drapes it over his head. When asked why, he says, 'well I don't know about you, but in the circles I move in, a gentleman is recognised by his face.'
Not this specific one but several variations, one just yesterday.
The sibling below me beliefs in the coevolution of jokes
True! Just yesterday I heard two variations on this one:
A redhead walks into a doctor's office. "Where does it hurt?" asked the doctor. "Everywhere I touch," she says. To demonstrate, she pokes her arm. "Ouch!" she says. She then pokes her face. "Ouch!" she says. She pokes her leg. "Ouch!" again. The doctor then says: "You're not really a redhead, are you?" "No, not really," she giggles, "I'm a blonde." "Just as I thought," says the doctor, "You've got a broken finger."
The Sibling Below Me is offended by dumb blonde jokes.
Could you specify whether it is only the blonde that is dumb or the joke too?
The sibling below me rests his or her case
I rest it on a specially-designed case cradling device with electronic lid-flippers and auto eject blasters.
The Sibling Below Me doesn't have a case.
Not for my guitar, although I have a case for my French horn and my son has a nice one for his violin.
TSBM is thinking on the case of an emergency.
Hide in case during emergencies. Or was it caves?
The sibling below me thinks that cavemen would not appreciate the profession of lawyers
They might appreciate them as a barbecue meal. Plenty of fat there.
The Sibling Below Me rarely indulges in cannibalism.
At least not in the dieatry sense. More often it is the turn three defective items in to one working type.
The sibling below me will philosophize on the problems of autocannibalism (as in "the worm ouroboros", not cursed cars)
The Sibling Below Me agrees that Swato really put his foot in it there.
Well, strictly spoken it is the reverse way. my foor got stuck during ass-kickung myself.
The sibling below me would never kick donkeys (btw, isn't a donkey a door opener used by Spanish noblemen?)
Are you talking of the famous Don Key Ho Te?
TSBM was thinking of Don King
Indeed. Don King Doughnuts.
The Sibling Below Me isn't.
I always failed ontology
The sibling below me is a know-nothing know-it-all
And also an iconoclastic maker of graven images.
TSBM has a very nice retablo collection.
Yes, but it gives me the creeps, so I hid it under the rechairo.
The Sibling Below Me collects religious floaty pens.
goat pens!
The sibling below me's hovercraft is full of eels
Drop your panties, Sir William, I cannot wait until lunchtime
TSBM recognises this...
How dare you, Sir! Put it away forthwith.
The Sibling Below Me wants it away, too.
If the IT was away I could not post.
The sibling below me can't follow
Nope, I don't, I won't, don't ask again.
TSBM is far less negative.
Copy that
The sibling below me will sing and dance all night
And eat, and drink, and...
TSBM will finish that sentence.
sleep. Awake or not is optional.
The sibling below me thinks that co-itus is a stupid word since the action is rarely done walking
Is done by all walks of life.
TSBM was thinking on those who mostly walk
Some birds mate on the wing
Last avian kamasutra Post
Remarkably few lay eggs on the wing.
Last Post
splat
Could work with flying reptiles. Their eggs are leathery and would possibly bounce.
The sibling below me now thinks of flying crocodiles
No, more along the lines of Quetzalcoatlus
TSBM will now look Quetzalcoatlus up...
Not necessary but my first encounter was with dimorphodons
The sibling below me does not understand who designed this animal's dentures.
Someone with too much time (and to many teethmarks) on their hands.
The Sibling Below Me enjoys having two rows of teeth in each jaw.
No, not really, dental bills are a killer.
TSBM has free dental at home.
Sadly, I don't. Even in the UK commy welfare state, dentistry is quite expensive even if you can find a National Health Service dentist. A lot of people can't; they pay very expensive private rates.
The Sibling Below Me agrees that socialism has been a big fail.
Just a temporary setback. After the next fascist interlude it will make a glorious comeback (The saints* will be shaven this time)
The sibling below me considers a RW engineered end of the world to be far more likely.
*Marx and Engels of course
Engineered is a very big word. Caused by omission and destruction of habitat is a more likely event.
TSBM would love to see rightwingers living in their right wing paradise provided (s)he wouldn't have to live there.
Provided everyone has to undergo a sex change beforehand
The sibling below me now imagines a male Ann Coulter and a female Glenn Beck.
Furthermore, I imagine they'd find each other as repellent as everyone else does.
TSBM hopes to one day be publicly excoriated as a "pinhead" by Bill O'Reilly.
Although egghead would be more appropriate.
The sibling below me would rather turn him into a pin cushion.
...but not until I finish my VooDoo seminar.
The Sibling Below Me really knows how to whirl the deadly VooDoo rattle.
Witch Doctor are you studying under? :mrgreen:
The Sibling below me is stalking the sibling above me.
Not stalking so much as following in a non-menacing manner.
TSBM has come to a fork in the road.
...and it's dirty. Someone call Eric Idle*
The sibling below me would write prawnographic novels, if it not collided with the laws of the Thorah.
*at our agency canteen I have to think of that sketch every day
The laws of the Thorah are not novel.
TsBM has flat feet.
Sadly true. Two.
The Sibling Below Me has cloven hooves.
And cinna-minty breath!
TSBM prefers a leave-in conditioner.
As hot as it is right now, I prefer an air conditioner.
The sibling below me wishes he had wings to fly.
Too much overweight and too weak muscles to make use of them.
The sibling below me has an umbrella implanted in the lower arm
It fires ricin pellets at Russian defectors.
The Squidling Below Me notices that I should have said Sibling.
I notice all things squidling.
The sibling below me owns a rare blue Madagascar pouting squidling.
It always goes into wrestling matches with the North Pacific Arboreal Octopus
The sibling below me would like to own a squibbon.
(http://kids.discovery.com/fansites/futureiswild/characters/gallery/squibbon_150.jpg)
Why not? It seems a cheerful creature.
The Sibling Below Me wants whatever the squibbon is having.
Barman, ten cubic miles of salt water, please!
The Sibling Below Me would prefer a drop of gin in theirs.
Oh, indeed I would, especially if it was accompanied by a drop of tonic, and if by "drop" you mean 120 ml.
The Sibling Below Me would prefer a drop of rum.
How did you guess?
The Sibling Below Me sips Cinzano from a Babycham glass, unlike other pirates.
Absolutely, followed by a chaser of a bucket of grog.
The sibling below me shares a cup of grog with his pet goldfish before going to bed.
And in the morning I find out that it was a fraud and the golden colour is now in the water while the fish is silver.
The sibling below me has many silverfishes in the larder
No I haven't; the rats ate them all.
The Sibling Below Me has trained their rats to dance a jig and sing "Land Of Hope And Glory".
No, actually I dressed them in brown and let them march in places where neonazis plan events.
A hundred rats marching in lockstep piping the Hoarse Wassail song usually is enough to make people think.
The sibling below me think that this is rodent abuse.
Naw, I know rats and they just love this sort of thing.
The Sibling Below Me would like to see pigs dancing a ballet called "Swine Lake".
If elephants and crocodiles can dance Ponchielli, pigs should have no problem. And don't forget Miss Piggy's earliest appearences.
The sibling below me will noe describe the look of the offspring a male frog and a female hog would have in the Muppetverse.
It would have no fur and four limbs, everything else is anybody's guess.
TSBM thinks it would look more like an Alien.
As long as it isn't French.
TsBM thinks all celebrities should have micro pigs (http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2010/aug/18/micro-pig-advertising-ban-asa)
As long as there are tiny eggs to go with them. :mrgreen:
TSBM is a wizard at baking tiny biscuits...
Actually true; they're my grandma's recipe for (slavic spelling unknown) budiyoshkies.
TSBM wishes s/he had a platter of budiyoshkies right now.
Sounds to much like mad Russian Ninjas to me.
The sibling below me would like to meet the Zombie Ninja Gangbangers (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0146369/).
This town aint big enough for me and Kitten Natividad (http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001563/).
The Sibling Below Me thinks Kitten Natividad would make an excellent awning.
The name reminds me more of this
(http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/yhst-46848547753958_2117_18552018)
http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/yhst-46848547753958_2117_18552018
The sibling will soon exhibit his/her monumental painting Moses on the Moose.
Yes, you see- it's quite unique, as Moses has never before been portrayed as a Canadian.
The Sibling Below Me thinks that a Canadian Jesus would have changed the water into beer, eh?
Depends if he hopped or not.
TsBM mistook a stick-on bear for a piece of jigsaw.
Where are the other 1999 parts?
The sibling below me plays 4-dimensional chess to relax.
And when I get too relaxed, I just climb into a wormhole and take a nap.
The Sibling Below Me is now unsure of where I am- in an apple, or in space.
You are right at the edge of the Apfelmännchen* (wee apple man).
*common name for the visual depiction of the Mandelbrot (that's German for almond bread) set.
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The sibling below me would like a set of gingerbread at the moment.
Yup, the full set including the witch and the two brats about to become dinner.
TSBM left some crumbs on the way here.
Since it was darf bred, no one will have removed them.
The sibling below me flies with the cranes
In a manner of speaking I do, they frequently are in sections of the interstate highway and fly as I "flyby" on my way to the office.
TSBM has nightmares about birds flying indoors*
*I actually do when the ceiling fans are on BTW
Top of the list are mosquitos (not the twin-engined bombers), next are other stinging insects. I won't exclude bats. Birds I fear more outside or crashing and breaking through windows.
The sibling below me would prefer 5 scorpions* to 20 tarantulas in the bedroom
*not the most lethal type
As long as I'm not in there with them, fine.
The Sibling Below Me will now dance the bat-tusi (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EC8DmmeWcZU).
Robbie Rotten does not dance!
The sibling below me cannot understand that
I can't, I've never seen the show.
TSBM has seen too much.
But still 8 episodes missing, BBC publishes too slow for my taste.
The sibling below me will write a philosophical essay about the Teletubbies for us.
I heard that they're gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that...
TSBM is more of a "Wiggles" fan.
Is that a tentacle show?
The sibling below me is shocked about so much ignorance.
Not really, to be informed about children's shows you need age appropriate children and those are usually too labor intensive to leave time for a forum like this.
TSBM is now reevaluating the whole procreation business.
Well, if I could get at least to the first step, I'd be willing to consider.
Btw, there are quite a few allusions in LazyTown above the target audience's age limit (or is Jaws now suitable from age 6 instead of 16?)
The sibling below me thinks that babies under 1 year of age would not be negatively affected by watching The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
Actually I witnessed a couple taking their toddlers to The Ring. As to how good idea that was I don't know.
TSBM thinks that movie entry should be based on psychological rating.
But it would increase the ticket prize and prolong the lines, if every cinema had to employ/pay a certified psychologist for that.
the sibling below me thinks that the problem would be solved by having a training film plus questionnaire before every movie.
Only if they could do that in place of the pre-movie ads and if we could get our money back if deemed psychologically unsuited to the movie we came to see.
The Sibling Below Me could not psychologically handle The Spongebob Movie.
...
...
...
Ok, I'm back. Just the thought had me curled up in a corner, weeping and rocking.
TSBM is suspicious of "sparkly" characters.
I'm suspicious of everyone but "sparkly" characters are defintely ones to run away from before they burn m eyebrows.
TsBM took their broken furniture to Lourdes last year.
No, I prefer Fatima.
The sibling below me is not into oriental women or rugs
The burqa was pretty (much like a rug) but I couldn't see what was under.
TSBM is offended by that statement. :mrgreen:
Not more than the Victorians that bought radiationproof underwear to protect their modesty from the new X-Rays "that make visible hidden things".
Thes ibling below me thinks that IR would be more effective until the new transparent burqas become available.
Well, unless they use something like this:
WARNING: NSFW
http://homepage.mac.com/daustins/.public/HillaryRaincoat.gif
(sorry, I couldn't resist)
TSBM was thinking on something more modest.
esp. in size
The sibling below me fetishizes spinach
That gives new meaning to the term tossed salad.
TSBM is more conventional.
I catapult the vegetables
The sibling below me is more for propaganda
Well, I certainly needed propaganda to get my kid to eat her vegetables.
The Sibling Below Me will now try to propagate propaganda.
I don't *think* they address propagation in the Veggie Tales.
TSBM is worried about the rising correlation between young plants and 'cutting'.
Maybe the kids would like the vegetables more, if they had cut them down with sabres themselves.
The sibling below me thinks that in that case the Veggie Pirates would do something
Now I wonder if Catholic vegetables are more or less edible ("the body of a Xtian veggie...")
TSBM is confused between heresy and blasphemy
That's the difference between infield and outfield foul.
The sibling curses botched and metastasizing sports metaphors.
I curse most sports for what matters ;)
TSBM raises his/her hands to high heaven when sports fans are around
Holding an axe.
The sibling below me uses only handcranked chainsaws for environmental reasons
and for the beautiful biceps is giving me.
TSBM adjusted his/her chainsaw to a bicycle.
Slowly carving me a path through the woods.
The sibling below me would do the same bicycling while swinging two large axes.
Something similar to a human powered chopper replacing the blades with axes.
TSBM would prefer a sword propeller.
That would be the sickle(c)opter*
*scythopter
The sibling below me hates bilingual neologisms
Really, hate is such an ugly word. I'll just hop on my scythopter and if you happen to be in the way, well then so be it. :mrgreen:
The Sibling Below Me brakes for scythopters.
Brake or break is a useful maxim.
The sibling below me surfs the waves of mercury.
I read that as "Smurfs".
Smurfs- the waifs of irkery.
The Sibling Below Me has surfed with Smurfs.
After confusing Gargamel with kalomel.
The sibling below me is dressed in cobalt blue.
Like the singer of the Fifth Element.
TSBM has his/her hair fiery orange.
Never sneeze when working with cinnabar!
The sibling below me dusts of his/her medals daily.
I would if I had any.
TSBM is contemplating his long list of trophies.
Would be nice to have more trophies than atrophies.
The sibling below me thought as a child that beriberi was a tribe of cannibals
Cannibal berries that engage in the ritual drinking of smoothies.
The Sibling Below Me thinks that blood pudding is what Dracula has for "afters".
No, the blood oranges have to follow still.
The sibling below me will tell us who (s)he would bet on in a Dracula vs. Nosferatu conflict
The winner would be the whiter than white Norseferatu.
TSBM believes a redder candidate would make it to the finals.
Ah, the Pakistani (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zinda_Laash) Dracula.
The sibling below me would rather bet on Blacula (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blacula).
May be Blakecula but he is usually busy with other engagements.
TSBM was projecting witches.
Currently working on Witch 6.66.
The sibling below me washes werewolves with warm water
Mostly because holy water is an irritant.
TSBM prefers acid.
With silver wolframates.
The sibling below me knows that this compound is actually insoluble, even in acid.
Indeed sir, I did not.
The Sibling Below Me thought that silver wolframates was what you used to shoot at werewolves.
That would be my first try at least.
TSBM doesn't understand why the Lone Ranger used silver bullets.
Because when he used capers he was just annoying.
The Sibling Below Me is one of the capered crusaders.
I'd never go on a cruise* in the Mediterranean or in the East.
The sibling below me thinks about how the crusades would have turned out, if one side had had access to Crusader tanks (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crusader_tank).
*In German Kreuzfahrt meams both crusade and cruise
The Franks would never have found enough horses to tow them. The Arabs were a little brighter.
....und lebte mîn her salatin und al sîn her....
The Sibling Below Me also admires Saladin but not Richard Cœur-de-Lion.
Indeed. And John simply had a bad press. Shakespeare tried to repair his reputation but obviously with little success (it could be his least known drama actually). An Sir Walter Scott cemented the false legends. Interestingly Ivanhoe includes a few asides that hint at Richard's utter incompetence as king.
Just by chance the Zeughaus cinema in Berlin just runs a series of knight movies and I watched Cecil B. DeMille's "The Crusades" and Ivanhoe(1952), both including many moments of Aaaaaaarggh!.
The sibling below me thinks that Monty Python and the Holy Grail beats at least 95% of 'knight movies' as far as authenticity is concerned.
And The Life of Brian beats 98% of Xtian movies on authenticity and veracity.
TSBM will now debate the historicity of Gladiator(s).
Given the scarcity of Gladiators (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gloster_Gladiator) still in flying condition they will likely be rare in movies and often replaced/substituted by other types (or today CGI). In British films (unless made specifically for the US market) probably more or less authentic. Let's not talk about American ones.
The sibling considers this answer shamefully evasive and deliberately misundertsanding the question.
Quote from: Swatopluk on September 10, 2010, 07:38:47 AM
Given the scarcity of Gladiators (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gloster_Gladiator) still in flying condition they will likely be rare in movies and often replaced/substituted by other types (or today CGI). In British films (unless made specifically for the US market) probably more or less authentic. Let's not talk about American ones.
The sibling considers this answer shamefully evasive and deliberately misundertsanding the question.
Yet oddly not unexpected.
The Sibling Below Me sometimes doesn't not speak in double negatives.
I won't stop not thinking on it.
TSBM will go beyond triple negatives.
No!
No!
A thousand times no!
TSBM doth protest too much.
The alternative would be a massacre that would not significantly improve my resume.
The sibling below me has to fight the urge to strangle somebody on a regular base.
These past few days, the guy who signs my checks...
TSBM feels discovered on his 'postal' preparations.
The "Going Postal" DVD just arrived in the mail (the Pratchett, not the Uwe Boll movie).
The sibling below me awaits eagerly the Good Omens movie
Indeed, the previous Omen's were a bit tacky.
TSBM thinks apocalyptic movies miss the point entirely.
Yeah, as in how are we survivors gonna clean up all their mess?
The Sibling Below Me thinks we should prepare now for the Big Cleanup.
And the Great Green Arkleseizure
The sibling below me envies the Carpet People
Are those the people that do the carpet bombing?
The Sibling Below Me has a pet carpet beetle.
Kept in a matchbox, of course.
TsBM wonders why the goldfish they keep in matchboxes keep dying.
Next time I will take the matches out first to prevent them from playing with fire.
The sibling below me keeps fire salamanders in the microwave oven.
And gently pull them out of there once I need to use it.
TSBM wants to use the microwave (http://www.advancedenergy.org/industrial_process_heating/process_technologies/process_heating/microwave.html) 'showcased' in Kick Ass (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1250777/).
But reading the news (or listening to GOPsters) is fully sufficient to get my blood to boil.
The sibling below me thinks that the GOP defies evolution.
Yes, they are not fit to eat my supper.
TsBM looks askance.
Quote from: Griffin NoName on September 19, 2010, 07:51:30 PM
Yes, they are not fit to eat my supper.
TsBM looks askance.
It's a good look for me.
The Sibling Below Me looks up his/her old address.
I don't know why I wrote it on the ceiling.
TsBM's nine hands make light work.
Otherwise the nine tails get angry.
The sibling sees a connection between the cat-o'-nine-tails and the nine lifes of a cat
I actually saw a connection with a fox.
TSBM has no idea who Naruto is.
I have only a vague idea, but a better idea what a kumiho is (kitsune in this context, I suppose).
TSBM would prefer to keep their liver un-eaten, no matter how beautiful the seductress.
I had enough trouble with that vampire that insisted on kosher food.
The sibling below me thinks that Polanski was unaware of this problem when he made his famous movie featuring a Jewish vampire.
What would a Roman know from Jewish, anyway?
The Sibling Below Me thinks that Andy Warhol's Frankenstien was not kosher, either.
I'm still trying to decide if Mel Brooks' was... ;)
The sibling below me is scratching their head and trying to remember seeing a Looney Toons episode with Frankenstein's monster in it (lots of Jekyll and Hyde to choose from).
I don't know about Frankenstein's Monster, but there was one big monster called Gossamer (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9U7kSAOn9sc&NR=1)(also referred to as "Rudolph) who made several appearances in Bugs Bunny cartoons.
The Sibling below Me is unsure of what exactly Gossamer is.
I think it may be a character in A Mid-Summer Night's Dream.
TsBM reads the whole of Shakespeare every day.
spearshaking needs constant updates
The sibling below me is more into beershaking
No, I don't, but I regularly shake cocktails.
TsBM knows what's in a screwdriver.
In the cheap ones lots of polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons plus other smelling nasty stuff (handle) and soft low quality alloys (metal parts).
The sibling below me thinks that hard rubber is a contradictio in adjecto
Not if someone's asking you to rub harder, it's not.
TSBM has a dirty mind and is giggling about 'hard' and 'rubber' in the same sentence.
It's always hard to choose between the rubber and the leather slave.
The sibling below me would prefer the spray-on variant
Only when I am marking a particular tree as mine.
TsBM wants a tree house for Christmas
Only if Santa waits until Aggie buys his property so it can be built there!
The Sibling below Me wants an underground house.
That too... I'd take a kekuli or a sod house to start with, and leave the tree house for Matt.
The Sibling below me is tired of their sod(ding) house and wants an airship instead.
Yup, I want one, filled with hydrogen (I'm not afraid of it) although the bag would be made of kevlar or carbon fiber.
TSBM also wanted to place some flexible photovoltaic panels on the upper part and go around the world.
That's for lazy people. Get one with pedals!
http://www.saverland.com/acatalog/DSCN2441.JPG
The sibling below me prefers a hand cranked device
http://www.history.navy.mil/photos/images/h00001/h00999.jpg
Like a Ford T.
TSBM was thinking on a hand cranked bicycle.
(http://www.nwrecumbentcycles.com/images/HiWheel.jpg)
http://www.nwrecumbentcycles.com/images/HiWheel.jpg
Cool! But I think I'd like hand-cranked ice cream even more.
The Sibling Below Me will name her/his favorite and least favorite ice cream flavors.
Least favorite may be difficult. I assume I have not yet encountered it.
But most 'lemon' icecreams taste like frozen dishwater and 110% artificial.
Vanilla can be quite a mixed bag. Nothing against the use of artificial vanilin but the dose should be right (there's a clear tendency to overdo it).
What I really hate are coffee-flavored varieties (same holds true for chocolate. Bitter? yes, please! But keep the coffee out. I'll have that separately*, if you don't mind).
Most favourite? In case of doubt I'll stick with strawberry.
*in absence of tea
The sibling below me loves beer ice on a stick
I prefer my beer animated. It's so hard to blow off the foam when it's frozen.
The Sibling Below Me prefers animated wines.
Mmm, Château Télétubbique 1992 - ze vintage magnifique, no?
The Sibling Below Me gets animated after a couple of wines.
Yes, soon as I've had my second glass someone starts turning me into a film.
Quote from: Swatopluk on October 11, 2010, 08:39:52 AM
The sibling below me loves beer ice on a stick
As children we used to get cider ice lollies from the van that stopped in our road. It was always the highlight of the day.
<for real>
TsBM has flat toes.
Which was Plato's additional disctinction between humans and animals after Diogenes mocked his earlier definition of humans as feather- and fur-less two-legged creatures by bringing a plucked chicken to the academy.
The sibling below me has reactangular bones
I'm just square (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrraFQYCRkM), that's all.
The sibling below me prefers to be on top.
Yes, I am an incubus.
The sibling below me will succumb.
You calling me a succubus? I think of myself more as an omnibus!
The Sibling Below Me has the omnibus schedule.
Is that the same as the bus timetable? Having it is meaningless unbless one also knows in what way real life deviates from it (reproducibly).
The sibling below me thinks that public transport follows the Heisenberg uncertainty principle
There is certainty to the principle specially around here.
TSBM would bike to work rain or snow.
Too far (120 km in each direction) and no suitable bike.
The sibling below me would acquire a rocket bike for that purpose.
Well, seeing as I mostly work from home, I would save the rocket-bike money and spend it on ginger preserves. Lots of them. And fresh bread. And chai.
The Sibling Below Me thinks I may be channeling Pooh Bear.
As opposed to the Big Poobah
The sibling below me thinks that poo bears no mentioning
Surrounded by baby grandchildren, there is no escape.
TsBM has cut off their nose to spite their reproductive abilities.
That reminds me of a Futurama episode ("Psst! Do you have human horn?")
The sibling below me would love to date Leela
Leela is a bit twitchy for my taste.
TSBM prefers Leeloo
Ya gotta love Leeloo.
The Sibling Below Me is infatuated with Ruby Rhod!
More into saphires and emeralds
The sibling below me would vote for Krystal Ball (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krystal_Ball)
Actually, I probably would, since she supports saving the Chesapeake Bay, which is home to the opsanus tau variety of toadfish. What she does with her husband's strap-on nose at a party is of no concern to me.
The Sibling Below Me supports strap-on noses.
It reduces the danger of putting your nose into things not of one's concern for the cut-off will hit the extension first.
The sibling below me would not want Michael Jackson's nose even as a gift.
I didn't know he still had any nose.
The Sibling Below Me would also reject many other parts of Michael Jackson.
No need for the l and the J.
The sibling below me has no part in this game of words and will leave without a parting shot.
I'll shoot first and ask questions later.
TSBM questions the benefit of that policy.
If there's a bounty to claim, yes.
TsBM can identify a bounty hunter at 20 paces.
It's the traces of chocolate at the mouth, the smell of coconut and the name tag Cpt. Bligh (RN)
The sibling below me seeks the great white shale
In the past perhaps, but I no longer work for the oil & gas industry.
TSBM doesn't have that luxury.
I work for their enemies :mrgreen:
The sibling below me thinks that exterminators are people that sneak into other people's offices and erase their appointment schedules (Terminkalender).
Specially if the appointment is the due date of a loan with a loan shark bank.
TSBM is afraid of the end of the month.
For Caesar it was the Ides, for me it's the Kalendae.
The sibling below me fears the aides of Marsh more. (Lovecraft allusion)
Thee beste aides o' Marshmellos Oi nose be choklit an gramme crackers: nuffink t'feare hexsept runnin' out.
Thee siblinge belowe me loikes Marshmello Peeps.
I never peeped at Ms Marshmallo, it was all a misunderstanding. I was only looking through the hole to see if she was all right. I was only cautioned, never charged.
The sibling below me gets a charge out of it, too.
:ROFL:
I certainly did!
The Sibling Below Me is wearing sneakers to absorb the charge.
No, normally I wear this type of shoe (though currently with red replacing the yellow)
http://www.restpostenserver.de/fotos/1222698490Werkschoenenkleiner.jpg
The sibling below me represents the yellow boot guild
Yes, indeed, I am never afraid of boots.
TsBM is lost in translation.
The Icelandic dictionary was out at the bookshop.
The sibling below me will curse in Kisuaheli now.
I'm not in Kisuaheli now, so I can't curse in Kisuaheli now. But if I ever get there, I'll probabaly say, "What the #@*% am I doing in Kisuaheli now?"
The Sibling Below Me is almost as confused as I am.
We are on the same fuse? Who then will blow it?
The sibling below me smells a double entendre
Yes, and a rather scorched one, too.
The Sibling Below Me never leaves stuff on the stove to boil dry.
That's done in the Liebig cauldron
The sibling below me collects Erlenmeyer amphoras
Wow, I probably would if I could find any.
The Sibling Below Me collects Florence Henderson flasks.
Why would they put Florence Hendersons in flasks? ???
The Sibling Below Me has never put anyone in a container.
Only fools put the superfluous brats there
The sibling below me will have a swift answer to that
I do: Where do you put the non-superfluous brats?
The Sibling Below Me wonders if we're talking about sausages or ill-behaved children.
I thought sausages came from ill behaved children...
TSBM was told that as a child.
Therefore the German term Bratwurst
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No answer to posed question, please ignore this for the purpose of this thread
I can't ignore it!
TSBM is thinking on sausages made of by Germans :devil2:
No, more of genuine girl scout cookies and Wednesday Addams.
The sibling below me loves dog biscuit
A cat would love a dog biscuit. A dog would love cat chow.
The Sibling Below Me has a recipe for Toadfish Food.
I might have but the secret ingredients prevent me from posting it
The sibling below me fine-grains secrets
Properly polished secrets are harder to find.
TSBM has a secret Polish
Yeah, his name is Grzegorz and he makes me Sznycel when I'm feeling down.
The Sibling Below Me has an overt Russian.
Yes, it's my beloved wifes cookery...
She uses the Ashesof system...
Ashesof toast, Ashesof fries, Ashesof casserole, etc. :P
The sibling below me has also learned to love generously cooked food.
On Mondays it is first cooked, then roasted, on Tuesday frying comes before marination, on Wednesday...
The sibling before me carbonates the water and carbonizes the food.
Mainly because it's so difficult to carbonise water.
The Sibling Below Me agrees that the theme of cooking babies still has some mileage in it.
Especially in cars that stand for hours in the midday sun with (non-English) babies in them.
The sibling below me is a mad dog ebcause he owned one without knowing
Quote from: Swatopluk on November 03, 2010, 06:54:01 PM
Especially in cars that stand for hours in the midday sun with (non-English) babies in them.
Are you saying the Brits don't bake their babies that way? (because English speakers on this side of the Atlantic do it regularly).
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I was the 'happy' recipient of mad dog's bites and while I never bought the bloody dogs they used to live at home...
TSBM owns some human bites.
Those are called dentures.
Quote from: Sibling Zono (anon1mat0) on November 04, 2010, 02:59:52 AM
Quote from: Swatopluk on November 03, 2010, 06:54:01 PM
Especially in cars that stand for hours in the midday sun with (non-English) babies in them.
Are you saying the Brits don't bake their babies that way? (because English speakers on this side of the Atlantic do it regularly).
I guess you are not acquainted with the Noel Coward song ;)
The sibling below me only listens to Brave Dudley.
Is he any relation to Dudley Do-Right?
I think Zone's "mad dog" reference indicates he knows the Noel Coward song.
The Sibling Below Me suddenly feels cranky.
My nickname as a tabletop football* player in our university workgroup was Die Kurbel (the crank).
The sibling below me will visit Killiecrankie (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4_cEebAlirk) in the spring
*(http://bilder4.preissuchmaschine.de/prodfoto/schmidtsportdfbturnier.jpg)
And that would be where exactly?
TSBM has been utterly lost with the past posts in this thread.
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Opas, I had no clue about the man or the song (which BTW doesn't involve bites), but I do see from time to time news of babies thoroughly baked under the FL sun in their incompetent mom's SUVs.
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
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Why should I be confused since I more or less instigated the sequence?
The sibling below me does not think that this would hold up in court
I'll hold something up in court and then be sent down for contempt. My fault entirely, as I am in a cranky state today and need to lighten up.
The Sibling Below Me sees the light.
Naturally, since it is now completyl dark outside already and the lanterns are on.
The sibling below me walks down the tunnel
Down the tunnel and into the light.
The Sibling Below Me goes to the land of wind and ghosts.
Isn't that a complicated place for ghosts?
TSBM doesn't want to be blown around in his/her afterlife.
The concept does not entice.
TSBM agrees that the Ghost Opera (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=entlEdQ-ZMU) is sufficiently supernatural for our purposes.
I prefer the Phantom.
TsBM prefers to scare ghosts.
They won't accept scars (and I can't afford cars), so scares it is.
The sibling below me has never thought about bribing ghosts
The thought never crossed my mind, once we figured out it* was living in the place we GTFO immediately.
TSBM would've tried.
*I experienced a case that is hard to explain as anything else.
But first I'd have hired sopme spooks
The sibling below me thinks that would be driving out satan with beelzebub
It depends, if we take the [probably] original meaning Ba'al Zaebul as High Lord (instead of Lord of the Flies) it would make perfect sense.
TSBM would try driving out demons with flies anyway.
It was always up to debate whether stink repels or attracts demons. A few really nasty demons consisted (bodily) of flies (I guess of the stinging variety).
The sibling below me considers that to be still preferable to the maggot demons
Maggots have their uses (removing pus) and demonic ones should theoretically be even more efficient.
TsBM lurks in pathology labs at nightfall.
I think nekrophilia is hereditary.
The sibling below me has two (voodoo) zombies for that purpose
Leave my parents out of this!
The Sibling Below Me wishes s/he had voodoo zombies for parents.
Better than mummies (http://grimadventures.wikia.com/wiki/Judy).
TSBM is updating his/her tomb's curse.
I converted it to hex code
The sibling below me has applied for a patent for a double action wand
But I can't tell you what the other action is, not on a polite forum.
The Sibling Below Me is already thinking about Edward II.
Especially with VAT going up to 20%.
TsBM cannot follow that logic.
Yeah, I thought Edward the Third was the tax guy. The Second was the one getting into hot water over poker, wasn't he
The sibling below me has a vat of acid in the basement
Yep, but it's losing it's power due to overuse.
TSBM wonders what went down there.
I assume lead an lead oxide
The sibling below me accumulates heavy metal.
I have a magnetic personality.
The Sibling Below Me has a force field.
It surely looked like it for the reaction girls had about me when I was in high school.
TSBM was more successful.
Quote from: Swatopluk on November 08, 2010, 07:44:55 AM
Yeah, I thought Edward the Third was the tax guy. The Second was the one getting into hot water over poker, wasn't he
You are correct. It was a trick answer. I once saw a production of
Edward II (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_II_(play)) by Marlowe which included a vat of oil - he was tipped head first into it for the poker fun.
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I am successful at being unsuccessful at present.
TsBM will refuse any Christmas* presents because they don't recognize pagan festivals.
*
Iget the gong for mentioning Christmas before anyone else here
I am urban not pagan. And I tell you this modern Xmas stuff will never replace the Saturnalia
The sibling thinks that there should be more sex in Xmas
I think all kinds of things. Few of them come to pass, though...
TSBM thinks globally and acts locally.
Dreaming of Hollywood while having only a part-time contract with the local re-enactment group.
(That's a lie. I have no actual acting talent).
The sibling below me got caught in the act
That's when I decided to quit acting and take up direction.
The Sibling Below Me has changed direction.
After the magnet dropped on the compass.
The sibling below uses a gyro
But only when there are no pitas around.
TSBM drools for kebab.
Ibrahim, ein stolzer Türke,
macht Rabatz am Kebab-Stand,
weil Salat er und Gegürke
doch kein Feisch im Fladen fand.
Forsch entleert er seinen Raki,
grimmig bebt sein schwarzer Bart.
Eilt zum Griechen - isst Souvlaki!
Kebabwirt trifft solches hart.
Auf dem Heimweg, kurz nach Ecke,
Ibrahim sein Ende fand.
Wer wohl brachte ihn zur Strecke,
meuchelnd mittels Mörderhand?
Warum uns Ibrahim verließ?
Weil Kebabspieß ihm Licht ausblies!
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The sibling below me is sensitive to moonlight
True, it makes my fur grow and my tail and fangs appear.
The Sibling Below Me has no sympathy with Ibrahim: if he insists on eating Greek food then the kebab seller is entirely justified in stabbing him with a kebab skewer. No self-respecting Turk will go within 100 yards of a Greek unless with murderous intent.
He should also have checked that there was no vegan sign at the booth.
The sibling below me will discuss whether ersatz pork made from plant material only can be kosher/halal.
In that it has never had hooves and has never been slaughtered in a non-kosher way?
The Sibling Below Me objects to the slaughter of vegetables.
That's so stone age
(http://i45.tinypic.com/986dzn.jpg)
http://i45.tinypic.com/986dzn.jpg
The sibling below me fears cows since first reading Gary Larson cartoons
On second reading, I realise I was wrong to be scared.
TsBM wouldn't know what to do if surrounded by cows.
Should I mild this one, or perhaps that one? But this one is so pretty... that one looks like she needs to be milked, what should I do?
TSBM would have chosen one already.
Unfortunately I would have chosen the single bull in my ignorance.
The sibling below me wrote a paper on the effect of red on colourblind bovines
I did, but a bull thought it was red and stamped on it.
The Sibling Below Me wouldn't say boo to a rabid bull brontosaurus.
First I would check who smuggled rabies into the Jurassic era.
The sibling belwo me thinks that rancid is better than rabid
Lets see, on one side rancid butter on the other a rabid badger...
TSBM would choose the badger.
Iirc rabies will not survive proper frying while the butter will stay rancid, so where's the problem?
The sibling below me would use the bager as shark bait after frying it in the rancid butter
I would think that sharks would be more attracted to something alive and bloody over something dead and buttery, but if all I had for chum was a fried badger, then I guess I'd go for it.
The Sibling Below Me has a badger for a chum.
Mmm, I scraped him off the road. He doesn't do much, but I love him.
The Sibling Below Me never badgers people.
I have been known to poke them with spoons, though.
TSBM has collected forks from the road.
And used them on my beard
The sibling below me has blue teeth
They're green. And I don't have Bluetooth.
The Sibling Below Me is only below me because they posted a bit later.
And because double posts are discouraged, esp. in the game section.
The sibling below me will move both goalposts 40000 km to the side
It takes about 20 minutes to move them by that much relative to the Sun.
TSBM has a more precise measure.
Using my special goalposts with GPS, IGS, Doppler radar and synchronized atomic clocks.
The sibling below me does not believ the 'synchronized' part
Synchronicity is over-rated.
TsBM waits in line for co-incidences.
2 meteor strikes, 1 spontaneous combustion, 4 alien abductions and 7 coin tosses ending with the coin standing on edge. And all of that in just the first 20 minutes.
The sibling below me sees obvious connections between those events
The obvous connection is they are all lies.
TsBM always lies on Sundays.
After sitting all week and standing on Saturday.
The sibling below jogs around the house at midnight
Pursued by the phantom hedgehog, glowing a ghastly, ghostly green in the gloom.
The Sibling Below Me realises that 'ghastly' and 'ghostly' are the same word.
aghast! avast is the abyss of my ignorance
The sibling below me is free of false modesty
False modesty is as bad as false idols. I know I am the greatest.
TsBM thinks being the greatest means an ever expanding torso.
and abridged extremities.
The sibling below me does not like Zen answers
I'd prefer the master told me I'm an idiot once and for all.
TSBM thinks nothing makes sense anymore.
Did it ever?
The Sibling Below Me thinks the only good sense is nonsense.
That's my core belief.
The Sibling Below Me has also learned more from Spike Milligan than from a dozen philosophers.
(Although the Whoople philosopher Fazzlemut at Fooplegloop University has done some good work on the existential noumenon of baked beans.)
Spike Jones is another philosopher I follow. I regard his "Clink! Clink! Another Drink!" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ijnfdLFhn2o) as words to live by.
The Sibling Below Me wonders if the phrase "to spike the punch" came from Spike Jones.
No, it derived from someone in the 17th century who really disliked the Punch and Judy Show and consequently impaled the perfomer.
The sibling below me will explain the connection between pikeman and piker
A pikeman is very tall and thin, with a pointy head. A piker is one who makes a living catching pike and blackmailing pond-owners with the threat of dropping them in among the goldfish.
The Sibling Below Me also worships Spike Jones and the City Slickers, but feels that Cocktails For Two (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lvt4b_qwC_Q) was his greatest masterpiece.
I'll leave that for others more knowledgeable to answer.
Are we talking about two cockatiels?
TSBM does actually know something about Spike Jones.
That I do. My dad liked him and I grew up hearing his musical stylings.
TPBM would apply "stylings" to a different composer.
Quote from: pieces o nine on November 18, 2010, 04:52:01 AM
TPBM would apply "stylings" to a different composer.
The P Below Me?
:o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o
I wonder how baroque and classical period composers would've looked without the wig and after the work of a proper stylist.
tSbm wonders how would certain classical works would sound if composed on a different period/style.
That's a genre of its own. I e.g. own a CD where three popular songs are presented as composed by numerous famous composers (Wagner, Bach, Mozart, Verdi, Schönberg etc.). I also heard Mozart's famous River Kway march once.
Samples here: http://www.amazon.de/Musikalische-Eskapaden-Falk/dp/B000025LFF/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1290089788&sr=1-1
The sibling below would like news anchors to sing the news in baroque opera style.
Only if they wore the wigs and beauty marks, too.
The Sibling Below Me has a Beauty Mark.
Which again proves that one can have those without being beautiful
The sibling below me takes part in pageants every Friday
"They love me, they really love me!"
TSBM is making a killing selling strait-jackets.
...to wrestlers in to-the-death matches
The sibling below me has a patent on inflatable cudgels
The caveman from geico are interested.
TSBM is tired of the whole car insurance business.
As a result I am now frantically looking for a method to clean insurance agents from my tires.
The sibling below me punned unintentionally
But not as well as you, Swato, old pal.
The Sibling Below Me prefers to be called a "young pal".
I approach geezerdom
The sibling below me gazes lustily
I'm more of a discreet ogler.
tSbm is renowned for his/her leer.
Just because I am not yet mature enough for Lear
The sibling below me would love to hunt wild boar with just a spear
Only when I have suicidal thoughts.
TSBM thinks the flavor is worth the risk.
I have only experience with moose and reindeer meat as far as 'wild' animals are concerned.
The sibling below me knows the danger of ostriches
You don't want to be pecked or kicked by one of those.
TSBM was thinking on ostrich egg omelette.
A three ostrich egg omelet wold provide breakfast for a week...for a football team.
The sibling below me charges 25 cents for a dime novel.
Given that Groschenhefte ('10 penny booklets') cost more than that for about a century now, 25 cents would be selling far under market price.
The sibling below me wishes the time back when a £ was indeed a pound of silver.
Only in exchange for a pound of gold.
TSBM was thinking on platinum.
Thinking on anything is a miracle.
TsBM thinks everything is a miracle.
Otherwise it would have to be all mirages
The sibling below me lives on the other side of the looking glass by night
Well, that way I can hide from the phantom.
The Sibling Below Me is also much troubled by phantoms.
Fortunately few F-4 fly over this house these days.
The sibling below me lives in tornado alley
Living near Tulsa, Oklahoma...yes, yes I do.
The sibling below me keeps a tempest in his teapot.
It makes the teaspoon for stirring obsolete.
The sibling below me has the cup rotating around the spoon instead.
I had to put the old turntable to use.
TSBM prefers vinyl.
No, I'd rather stick to tea.
The Sibling Below Me also tends to eschew new-fangled beverages.
Pah! They are all the work of Satan and his minions. Water, that's the ticket!
TSBM disagrees.
Thar's sumpin to be said fer rum.
The Sibling Below Me can drink me under the table.
And over the table and beside the table, too.
The sibling below me likes his rum with a gin chaser.
Once he has had enough he will leave the skirtchasing to me
The sibling below me will tell us how skirtchasing works in Scotland
No, but I could tell you how skirt chastening works.
TsBM believes they have not done a days work.
How else could I be on this forum during working hours?
the sibling below me does not consider that unethical enough to call Interpol
No, I called Europol.
The Sibling Below Me thinks they'll bring in anti-humour regulations any day now.
In certain surroundings probably already in place.
The sibling below me wants a Monty python funeral
Yes, I have requested in my will that one of my pall-bearers faints and they dump me by the side of the road and carry him in my coffin, instead.
The Sibling Below Me thinks that would be confusing.
Also reminiscent of a certain Sherlock Holmes story
The sibling below me wears tweed since he first saw a SH illustration
I have since traded in my tweeds for velvets.
TSBM shares my interest in Eddie Izzard funerals: being twanged into trees.
Only if I can be dressed as smartly as Eddie Izzard.
The Sibling Below Me knows Eddie Izzard's cosmetician.
If only!
Although, I feel that his pre-beard stylist(s) were doing a better job.
TSBM has often taken fashion inspiration from a magazine found in a hedge.
Yes, but I read the magazines backwards.
TsBM always wears hats back to front.
If I wore hats, I'd consider that.
The sibling below me goes out clothed only with a spiked helmet
Two of them actually, and guess where I wear them.
The Sibling Below Me has a mamba snake codpiece.
You know that we should not discuss certain details about Medusa's problems?
the sibling below me eats snakes when in China
Garden snakes are vegetarian, right. ;)
TSBM has studied the art of silly walks intensely.
But only to try and learn to walk sensibly.
The Sibling Below Me can do the Anglo-French March Futile (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggWvA5M8bUU).
Is Stechschritt (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goose-step) not futile enough?
The sibling below me would like to fly like a goose
Whereas in reality I fly with all the grace and elegance of a dead pig.
The Sibling Below Me often eats dead pig.
I don't. It's against my religion.
TsBM has never heard of religion and doesn't know what to make of it.
From what I've seen, I gather I'm supposed to make a big stink about it, somehow.
The Sibling Below Me is in no mood for any more big stinks.
The environment is putrid enough as it is.
TSBM is far more hopeful.
It's true, my hopeful level is a little above putrid.
TsBM is lsin weight by cutting of their putrid bits.
I lack the prudence to do so
The sibling below me knows people that consider prudence putrid
I do indeed. Poor old Prudence - she's not that ugly! Given a shave and a good hose-down, she'd be almost as attractive as the village dungheap.
The Sibling Below Me would like me to fix up a blind date with Prudence.
Who's the one going blind there?
The sibling below me always puts up the blinds in order that no one sees whoe (s)he dates.
More likely that the neighbors don't see who I date.
TSBM is far more exhibitionist.
I went to an Exhibition of craft stuff recently.
TsBM suspects arts and crafts is too crafty to be trusted.
Thou art right off course
The sibling below me considers innuendo an art form
It is and I fail at it badly.
TSBM really knows his way about it.
Should I cobble the stones together or throw them? Or both?
The sibling below me has a ton of bricks at hand at all times in high places.
If I get too high I may drop that ton of bricks, and it always somehow lands on me.
The Sibling Below Me believes in moderation.
Getting high may be too much already.
TSBM was talking about climbing.
The South will climb again!
The sibling below me would prefer that they sedimented again instead
Leave it; it separates Mexico from the civilised bit.
The Sibling Below Me thinks south=romantic but unreliable
Do you read Thomas Mann, Swato?
Quote from: Sibling DavidH on December 02, 2010, 07:52:49 PM
Do you read Thomas Mann, Swato?
Not if I can avoid it.
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romantic =!= unreliable* (at least if you ask the Classics/classicists)
The sibling below me prefers baroque to neoclassicism
*=!= = defined as, not <>
Yes, certainly in literature and most often in music, too. Not in architecture.
Of the periods of the Baroque, The Sibling Below Me prefers Baroque around the Cloque.
I don't. I only care where my next meal is coming from.
TsBM has no need for food.
Not really, I'm sure that if I stop eating I can survive for a few months on my current 'reserves'.
TSBM wants a less drastic diet.
Actually, meals are a bother and I'd take that one, but I would not make it a month, I think. The most drastic diet I've pursued is 4,000,000 - 5,000,000 calories* per day, for weight gain not loss.
*gram calories
TSBM wants a pancake printer for Christmas (had breakfast from one today - crazy stuff!):
(http://www.jwz.org/images/slide_imag_1.png)
I'd die soon if I had something like that at home.
TSBM makes and eats as many pancakes as one of those things make.
Quite some time since I last ate a pancake.
Also they were LP not Single sized.
The sibling below me wants Instant Schnitzel.
But we don't have any of their albums.
The Sibling Below Me also often dances to the Pork Cutlets.
The other white meat?
TSBM is way past slogans.
Yes, Brothers! Death to all slogans! Calmness for the people!
The Sibling Below Me met a calm person, once.
But then he founded the Calm-Aaaaarrgh! Union
The sibling below me works on a pirate silencer
Arrrrrgh, wood ye loike t'see hit tested, matey?
tSbM 'as purchased thee new Parrot Semaphores from Bart on Arrrrrghbay.
Oi didn't buy the product yet, but oi's see the potential, so oi's bot some shares in 'is corprashun, Barty Arrghtel (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bharti_Airtel).
TSBM was afraid to click the link above.
Why should I be afraid of a company led by a guy named after a detergent?
The sibling below me is unsure about the difference between detergent and deterrent
For the dirty detergent is a deterrent.
TSBM was thinking on detergent for the mind.
Brainwashing, as 'twere.
The Sibling Below Me no longer has a dirty mind.
A mind... all so clear... empty...
TSBM has a vacant stare.
Yes, I shall have to fill it.
The Sibling Below Me is somewhere else.
Sorry. I'm back now. What were we talking about?
The Sibling Below Me prefers the alternate dimension.
I like to alternate dimensions, today this one tomorrow the dinosaur one.
TSBM doesn't like alternate realities.
I have rather (unfortunate) experience of them, and they are not nice.
TsBM was taught at school that the word "nice" is bad to use in written prose and deliberately ignores this.
I was also taught not to use my niece. The second one is still too young but the first one...
The sibling below me often confuses innuendo with ennui
And I end up thinking on the Inuit.
TSBM wants to talk about warmer places.
Yes, let's go hang out with the Aymara. Bolivia is nice and toasty this time of year.
The Sibling Below Me has a llama wool hat.
Erm, La Paz isn't particularly toasty at any time of the year. 12000ft/3600mts will never be hot regardless of the season.
TSBM knows how to dress for the Andes.
Yes, always carry a bottle of oxygen and an air moisturizer.
The sibling below me was thinking more about the lack of nude beaches at Lake Titicaca
I'm sure some Canadians would be willing to give it a go. ;)
TSBM much rather risk it in the North African beaches.
Beaches - I think only of Dunkirk.
TsBM wants to be in the Home Guard.
Beats the Bomb Disposal Squad.
The sibling below me is a crypto cryomaniac
Only on Crypton, my home planet.
The Sibling Below Me is super, somehow.
You mean supper. I fell in with cannibals.
The sibling below me got into a food fight with Vegans yesterday
Yes, somebody threw a watermelon at my head and I went into a vegetative state and then they ate me. It was not altogether pleasant.
The Sibling Below Me has been consumed by carnivores.
I was just expecting a carnal relationship.
The sibling below me was into veggie sex but got a change of mind
Pushing cucumbers up my nose did concentrate the mind.
TsBM grows sexy vegetables
I would if anything but moss would grow in the garden
The sibling below me has several recipes for aphrodisiacs made from moss
Yes, but they turn your naughty bits green.
The Sibling Below Me would dye her/his naughty bits.
Rainbow coloured conndoms do the job just fine
the sibling below me uses rainbow coloured soap
I use it to wash my unicorn! ::)
(O h dear, that sounded naughtier than it should have, given the previous discussion. :blush:)
The Sibling Below Me uses Woolite on his/her golden fleece.
No only the special black bee wax from the Pergamean region.
The sibling below me wears a Scythian hairstyle
What is that euphemism for?
TSBM is scandalized with the previous posts.
If Prince Albert were alive now, he would turn in his grave.
The Seedling Below Me is going to grow into a big tree.
Quote from: Sibling DavidH on December 11, 2010, 06:16:21 PM
If Prince Albert were alive now, he would turn in his grave.
I assume that this is a case of deliberate reckless metaphor mixing. :mrgreen:
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A tree on the family tree that's looks fractal to me.
The sibling below me loves almond bread, figs and apples (and gets the connection)
Call me a fruitcake but I don't.
TSBM had a clue.
Must have lost it somewhere among all these fractals.
(almond bread = Mandelbrot, fig refers to Mitchell Feigenbaum and apple to the Mandelbrot Set (in Germany known as Apfelmännchen 'little apple man'))
The sibling below me is a sassy frood
Only in the cider-making season.
The Sibling Below Me does not possess a three-ton stone cider mill.
The stone was needed to pass through the mother-in-law's kidney.
The sibling below me thinks sex magick is overrated
Boys and girls should be kept in seperate rooms.
TsBM is in two rooms at once.
Yes, well, I tend to gain a little weight over the winter holidays.
The Sibling Below Me has gained a little height.
Yes, the stilts come in handy.
TsBM couldn't stand on two feet even if they had them.
Given the shoes other people wear these days, I always glide off when trying to stand on them.
The sibling below me is a hexapode in disguise
Please don't tell anyone about my composite eyes.
TSBM is now bugged.
No longer; I found two devices in my socks and one in my underwear.
The Sibling Below Me plants things.
I've certainly got my keester planted in this chair.
The Sibling Below Me wants to ride on a sea of keesters.
After looking up the word I'd rather not.
The sibling below me once thought that a thesaurus was a reptilian lifeform.
No, but I think it is used by reptilian lifeforms.
The Sibling Below Me isn't aware that reptiles make bad writers.
Oh, so that's why politicians' speeches are such dribble.
The Sibling Below Me once met a politician and escaped with clean undergarments.
It was the mayor and at the airport, so clean undergarments were mandatory.
The sibling below me would love to expose TSA agents to dirty and smelly underwear.
I suspect they already have a fair share of those on a daily basis.
TSBM believes in clean underwear profiling.
We have to sniff out all these otakus paying for the used girl panties.
The sibling below me did not know that there are vending machines for those in Japan.
True, I didn't, but I am not that surprised, either.
The Sibling Below Me would be surprised to know about the used men's gym sock dispensers at the big box pet stores.
At my age, nothing would surprise me - except maybe an honest car salesman.
The Sibling Below Me doesn't believe in such things.
Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast!
TSBM longs to own his/her own croquet flamingo.
Only if they also can dance the crocus flamenco
The sibling below me would rather throw a hand grenade down the rabbit hole
A ferret would bring the rabbit out in a more edible condition.
The Sibling Below Me has several ferrets to keep the weasels amused.
But they will all get skinned sooner rather than later.
The sibling below prefers leather and latex to fur.
Actually I prefer the foam of a wet suit.
TSBM hates carrying the tanks.
You carry a MBT for 20 miles after the gear broke down (and fule ran out), then tell me about complaining.
The sibling below me was actually thinking about amphibian tanks.
No, I was thinking about "tanks for the mammaries". Still on the subject of underwear, I guess. I'm slow.
The Sibling Below Me is hoping for new socks in his/her stocking.
Not really but I'm hoping that my dad is (because I'm getting him some).
TSBM is into more sophisticated gifts.
Talking socks, singing pants and dancing gloves
The sibling below me paints nudes as a way of living
Mostly I paint them magnolia because the paint is cheaper. When you get a big fat one, it's quicker to spray her.
The Sibling Below Me gives large ladies the brush-off instead.
Somehow they like the iron broom treatment, esp. on the backside.
The sibling below me rides a broom to work
I never let work get in the way of work.
???
The Sibling Below Me looks best when reflected in a glass Christmas ornament.
I am more or less the same shape as a large glass Christmas ornament.
The Sibling Below Me has a more even weight distribution.
Yes, I have even more weight than I ever thought I'd have.
TsBM switches their brain off at night.
And put it on the charger
The sibling below me stores brain extensions in the dishwasher
My thoughts are clean, I shall go to heaven.
The Sibling Below Me is so happy to be descended from a monkey.
Sitting on top of it is rather uncomfortable
The sibling below me is less literal than me
I doubt it. I am entirely literal. I exist therefore I am.
TsBM does not exist.
At least I don't think so.
The Sibling Below Me lives in the past.
That is truer of me than of any other sibling here, I think.
Soþlice þat is so.
The Sibling Below Me agrees that the older the English, the more beautiful.
But with the disadvantage that pronounciation gets wetter the farther you go.
The sibling below me thinks that one day Finnish will be 100% vowels
That will be the Finnish of me.
The Sibling Below Me finds Danish rather gooey.
Quote from: Any North GermanDänisch ist keine Sprache sondern eine Halskrankheit. (Danish isn't a language, it's a disease of the throat.)
The Sibling Above Me was talking about pastry, of course.
The Sibling Below Me has no clue what I'm rabbiting on about.
Nope, I had very little experience with Danes including great ones.
TSBM had stock on Vestas (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vestas)
I considered Vespas once but the new models are not covered by my driving licence.
The sibling below me thinks of princess Vespa often
But not seldom enough for comfort!
The Sibling Below Me wants to go back in time just to talk Mel Brookes out of making "Spaceballs".
But then he would have gone for Star Crap or Dreidelstar Melactica
The sibling below me would like to see full versions of Jews in Space and The Rabbi (the latter from Kentucky Fried Movie)
I would rather see Presbyterians in Space. The whole lot of them!
Kidding! I'm kidding!
The Sibling Below Me knows that the Mormons come from space, anyway.
I thought you were talking about scientologists.
TSBM is more worried about the space in his/her wallet.
I should pay more often in cash. 'Plastic money' spoils the character.
The sibling below me thinks that credit cards are the sign of the beast as announced by St.John.
Definitely. At present everyone seems to have my credit card number and be charging stuff to it. The perils of travel.
TsBM only travels on Holy Days.
No, we travelled back the day before, to avoid the traffic. Seems to have worked.
The Sibling Below Me cannot see why the roads are jammed on days for relaxing.
Disney just confused lemmings with people.
The sibling below me knew a few lemmings while serving in the navy
The only Lemming I knew joined the BDA.
The Sibling Below Me wonders what "BDA" stands for.
If it were German, I'd have some ideas. Let's say it was the German equivalent of the female section of the Youth Antisex League during the 3rd Reich.
The sibling below me has not yet heard of that
Y'mean the BDM? I've heard of that.
The Sibling Below Me thinks the BDA must be The British Dragon Boat Racing Association (http://www.dragonboat.org.uk/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=22&Itemid=100)
I am only aware of our local tradition of that and not that they use an acronym
The sibling below me thinks that 'acronym' misses two letters and is actually something lurid
Bondage Dominant Masochism?
TSBM is missing the Sadism.
very sad, isn't it
The sibling below me has the azures
It was the blues until I started feeling a little green around the gills.
The Sibling Below Me is feeling a little dim around the dorsals.
Don't even get me started on my peckish pecs.
TSBM has a new years' resolution about their gluteus maximus.
If I knew what that was, I could figure out if I have one. However, no resolutions! I never even resolve not to make resolutions.
The Sibling Below Me gets them confused with revolutions.
The ones you can actually see happening like in a turntable.
TSBM believes that the name is an actual metaphor.
Naw, it's just a spinoff. ::)
The Sibling Below Me has pirouetted off a pier.
I misunderstood the term jetty at the time.
The sibling below me's body is driven by a piston engine
I don't think anything is driving my body at present. It is in freefall.
TsBM uses freefall to divulge themselves of all responsibility.
In free fall I am more likely to divulge the contents of my stomach
The sibling below me now imagines the vomit falling the the same speed as the emitter.
I imagine it moving relatively upwards due to increased drag.
The Sibling Below Me is keen on drag.
Very keen, but please don't tell anybody.
TSBM does crossdressing with his/her salads.
two types of vinegar ar the pinnacle of decadence.
The sibling below me thinks decadence should be taught at school
Decadence Management 101 sounds like a good class title.
The Sibling Below Me wants to mismanage his/her (or in Zone's case both- but I'm not judging!) decadence.
I was thinking on drag racing, but that can be decadent too. ;)
TSBM races with paper planes.
I wanted to go pro but I couldn't make the cut.
SORRY ZONO, IT ACTUALLY TOOK 24 HOURS TO COME UP WITH *THAT* FEEBLE JOKE!
TSBM is on the cutting edge.
Yeah, the agency has to cut down on spending, so contracts running out will not be extended for the time being. That means I'll be out of work on July 1st.
The sibling below me thinks that in the management the cuts should be done using katanas
If they had a milligram of honor they would use a tanto on themselves.
TSBM would help to set the stage for their sepuku.
I lack the talents to act as Kaishakunin
The sibling below me thinks that this could be solved these days by designing a special robot
I would use my trusty chainsaw.
The Sibling Below Me loves chainsaws.
But I still prefer emotionally my heavy axe
The sibling below me would propose a hybrid of both
You could make an ax chopping mechanism but I suspect it would break easily due to stress.
TSBM was thinking more on small throwing chainsaws.
More about an axe with the chain running along the blade (or the concave inside in case of a bearded axe).
The sibling below me will explain why a flaming sword is awesome but impractical
Isn't it obvious? The handle gets hot!
TSBM was thinking on the brittleness of steel at high temperatures.
No, the fuel supply
The sibling below me would therefore only use flaming halberds and war-hammers
Actually a war hammer with a fuel capsule and an impact fuse could put the target on fire. If the blow doesn't work the fire would compel the wearer to remove the affected part.
TSBM will see the flaws on that plan.
The hammer head would likely be too light in comparision tom its size.
Clubs with small explosive charges have been made (more for the bang than for actually doing damage)
The sibling below visits clubs, if (s)he wants a bang
Those clubs are a bit... too interesting. My wife would never go with me to one (much less let me go alone).
TSBM doesn't have those problems.
Due to lack of wife. But that's not my type of club either.
The sibling below me would like to date a valkyrie
eleison!
TSBM isn't in to mercy dates.
Given the lack of any bilateral sex a mercy f-word would be appreciated (although there are cases where I'd refuse the offer).
The sibling below me is into 19th century 3D erotica (stereo pictures of that nature were taken surprisingly early. Was it invented for that very purpose? ;))
Alas, no 3D viewer. (Though if the eyes boggle sufficiently it would possibly work anyway.)
The Sibling Below Me boggles all the time.
ogle and goggle is the proper way
The sibling below me likes eyeballs in the soup
I would never be so vulgar as to suggest that Mr. Minestrone take out his eyeballs before jumping into my cauldron.
The Sibling Below Me is a vegan cannibal.
Having the brain of a turnip has some strange consequences
The sibling below me thinks that asparagus is the intellectual among the vegetables
I think asparagus is the ultimate emetic - just thinking of it makes me puke.
The Sibling Below Me tries not to throw up all over the laptop.
A bucket is always in spitting distance.
The sibling was not aware that intelligence and likability can be quite different cups of tea
Being a female, I figured that out quite some time ago, but chose to attempt intelligence, anyway. Not that I achieve it, mind you.
The Sibling Below Me has found out that having enviable qualities does not necessarily make a person popular.
Of course not, regardless of beauty or brains. Popularity is achieved through the perfect balance of (devious) brains and looks. Otherwise envy will take the cake.
TSBM doesn't want cake anymore.
I don't know who's been telling you crazy things like that!
TSBM does not go about saying crazy things.
I write them down and disguise them as art.
The sibling below me thinks that Da Vinci's paintings were actually meant as subtle insults
His style of insult was to be so subtle that nobody ever noticed. Oh, the fiendish cunning!
Last The Da Vinci Mode post
You landed in the wrong thread. This is TSBM not TLP.
The sibling below me think of submarines or nukes when seeing the acronym TSBM and of fish in case of TLP
I See.. blings Below Me
TSBM needs more bling in his/her life
Do you mean that I need pimpimg up? :o
The sibling below me thinks that that would attract girls
Actually, I do, but you would have to be very convincing.
TSBM doesn't want to attract those kind of (wo)men.
I'm not that kind of (wo)man!
The Sibling Below Me will respond in kind.
And lo, they were loaded into the Monastery, two-by-two, each sibling after her/her/its own kind.
TSBM is more of a lone wolf.
...and axe-crazy
the sibling below me prefers the big hammer stored in her* personal hammer-space
*old rule: only females (and Bugs Bunny) have access
That's true- if I let Mr. Ops put it away I'll never find it again.
The Sibling Below Me believes in his and hers tool boxes.
They have to be pink and blue.
TsBM colour codes everything.
provided that I can remember where I put the markers.
The sibling below me flies the Union Jack on Thursdays
I'm one-seventh British.
The Sibling Below Me flies the Jolly Rodger on Fridays.
Provided I can keep the flagpole standing. The neighbours don't like it when I use their roof antenna for it.
The sibling below me solved that problem by painting his/her satellite dish appropriately
As a signal of contempt for the media cartels.
TSBM disapproves.
Yes, I would have painted directly on the CEOs of the media cartels and forced them to stand on my roof.
The Sibling Below Me thinks that that would be inhumane.
CEOs of media corporations are not human.
TSBM thinks they are part of the lizard people (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Icke#Reptilians_and_shape-shifting)
Heresy! Everyone knows that they are the brethren of hagfish and got expelled from the ocean for being too slimy.
The sibling below me is clad in hagfish leather
It's what all the fashionable hags are wearing this year!
The Sibling Below Me prefers damselfish leather.
Actually I prefer mail
The sibling below me will misinterpret that as me being the mailman
Correct, sir! I read yours before I read to what it was in response , and I did think of snail mail.
The Sibling Below Me always reads the answers first.
How else I'm supposed to pass the test then?
TSBM had more than a passing grade.
My plagiarism has nor yet been proven ;)
The sibling below me thinks that at least 90% of all (academic) degrees are superfluous
Here in the states, most of our department store clerks want to be addressed as "Professor".
The Sibling Below Me wants to be recognized as a Professor of...
Just professor, thanks. In Spanish profesor means teacher and I've been addressed as such. Also when I played with the Philharmonic stagehands called the musicians "Profesor" as opposed to the Maestro who is the conductor.
TSBM was expecting other kind of answer.
Something along the line of 'fessus' :lat. 'tired'; 'pro':lat. prefix with the possible heighteing function => professor = someone who either is very tired (rare) or has the effect of tiring others (common use)
The sibling below me is a crypto-grammarian
By force, by choice I would've been a crypto-zoologist but all the positions were taken.
TSBM has been actively hiding all Sasquatch remains for the past few years.
Given how much shi# they produce that's a lot of work
The sibling below me could persuade them to use diapers
I think I could persuade them if the diapers were haute couture. The Sasquatch are secretly into high fashion.
The Sibling Below Me has an idea for haute couture diapers.
I still have to overcome the problems with combining diapers with fishnet and lace.
The sibling below me thinks that nano-knitting is the solution
My nan(o) used to knit.
TsBM uses knitting to exercise their arm muscles.
Knitting chain mail is hard work.
TSBM prefers composite fabrics.
No, they are an abomination unto The Lord (at least the Bible claims so).
The sibling below me lives biblically from 2am to 2.18am on Thursdays
I try to sleep through it.
The Sibling Below Me could sleep through a thunderstorm.
Provided I managed to steal its thunder beforehand
The sibling below me makes a living from literal metaphors
One more reason not to use the word "death" in a metaphor.
TSBM is afraid of being bored now.
I fear being bored more than is healthy for me.
TsBM believes woolly hats promote health.
Unless they lead to confusion with fair game.
The sibling below me hunts for compliments after fishing for them failed
And beg for them if that doesn't work.
TSBM is too proud to beg and too dumb to steal.
That's were the big axe comes into play.
The sibling below me knows that trade and theft are dishonest while robbery is a honorable way of life
But isn't property theft?
TSBM is looking for his/her anarchist credentials.
I was a Punk Before You were a Punk! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iLNNGeSGxag&feature=related)
The Sibling Below Me is a card-carrying outlaw!
No, I am not even a caard-carrying in-law.
TsBM has no legal status.
My status is named Quo.
The sibling below me will up the ante
Instead, I will say, "uncle".
TSBM has kissing cousins.
You mean like cousins I would have liked to kiss?
TSBM actually knows what Pieces is talking about.
Why yes, I do. ;)
Quotekissing cousin (http://www.thefreedictionary.com/Kissing+Cousins)
n.
1. A distant relative known well enough to be kissed when greeted.
2. One of two or more things that are closely akin.
The sibling below me knows it's all relative.
Definitively, among Hispanics a man and a woman don't need to be relatives to greet each other with a kiss (in the cheek, of course). Some even do it with people they've just met.
TSBM doesn't like that idea too much.
I think it's rather charming, except when infections are present.
The Sibling Below Me has an infectious personality.
I infect them, then they run away in panic and thus spread it.
The sibling below trades in pigments that are just figments
The unimaginable pigments of my imagination!
The sibling below me knows who's your Dada.
I can never decide between Hugo Ball and Walter Serner.
The sibling below me sings The Great Lalula
I leave singing to my kettle.
TsBM plays kettle drums.
Not really but I've seen it done masterfully.
TSBM uses cookware in a very different way.
The iron frying pan has met bone many times
The sibling below me has polished his/her cooking pots to a degree that (s)he needs no other mirror
Indeed, in fact it was the critical tool while hunting for Medusa.
TSBM thinks modern day Medusas are impervious to mirrors.
They know that they have to just take enough saxifraga granulata each day
Listening to some untalented female stars helps too (zum Steinerweichen!)
The sibling below me wonders what a combination of the Medusa gaze with the Midas touch would yield
Bronze statues?
TSBM will explain a more chemically rational answer.
Turning lighter elements into gold would require fusion.
The question is: will there be more energy produced from fusing up to iron than is consumed by fusing from iron up to gold?
In any case the balance will be different from zero, so the process would either fry or freeze the surrounding area.
The sibling below me also notices that the result would be much smaller than the original object (unless hollow statues are produced).
What about the fact that your average rock is mostly silica?
TSBM was thinking that the cold gaze turned the victims in ice statues.
You could literally make a killing that way in the catering filed.
The Sibling Below Me wonders what you could cater to the killing field.
Bamboo shoots.
(OK, that one should be the worst taste joke of the day*)
The sibling below me will get into hot water today.
*a favored killing method was to pin victims to the ground above fast growing bamboo shoots => slow motion impalement.
Not to mention cyanide.
A hot bath of cynaide might kill quicker than ingesting bamboo.
TsBM likes hunter nature photogrpahers
With a pinch of salt and chili they can be quite delicious
The sibling below me has written the official cannibal cookbook
Still looking for a publisher, they claim the baby recipes are too controversial.
TSBM has written about more controversial subjects.
Something involving the just-in-time production of the babies.
The sibling below me thinks that this is the true meaning of supply side economics
But everybody knows that while there is lots of demand the supply is always restricted.
TSBM thinks that the economic ramifications of baby production are similar to the ones for illegal drugs.
It says both start as fun but then become quite a liability (financially too)
The sibling below me thinks it's all due to the babies consuming most of the drug supply in secret
Well, pregnant mothers think that they are the only ones getting high.
TSBM is appalled at babies for taking the drugs from their unsuspecting mothers.
Without payment
The sibling below me dealt drugs from the womb
The wombats. The pay was good but the mess...
TSBM was thinking on Australian vices
Btw, who was the last viceroy down under?
The sibling will ponder whether babies in the womb are down under too
Only when looking at the mother's back. Otherwise it would be down over.
TSBM will disabuse that conception.
conception is blessed, contraception is abuse (according to some)
The sibling below me is immaculate
From time to time, but it doesn't last long.
TSBM has permanent stains.
Never try to change the toner by yourself
The sibling below me has an entrance door painted turqoise
No, but I have a tortoise walking down the entrance.
TSBM is afraid of reptiles.
I always fear that they are dyslexic rape-tails
The sibling below me is rather amphibious about that
That's why I salamander my districts.
TSBM thinks that was a terrible pun.
Not in the beautiful city of Salamanca
The sibling below me fears meandering salads
Only when the lads wander around.
TSBM is looking for Red Riding Hood
I am from the vice squad and want to arrest her on charges of bestiality and cruelty to animals
The sibling below me would used the Endangered Species Act instead (before the GOP at last kills it*)
*there is currently a bill under discussion that would outlaw wolf protection
Whatever is necessary to see her eaten by the wolf punished.
TSBM think it's all Grannie's fault.
The original version is a good deal nastier and not just verging on the pornographic
The sibling below me did not know that the wolf originally ate her as punishment for eating and drinking what he left of granny (among certain other things)
No but now I'm thoroughly intrigued.
TSBM will point out where to find this amusing version.
Summaries here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Little_red_riding_hood
I own a (German) book that in its first part deals with the history of the tale and in the second offers a series of parodies (some of them themselves historic like a 3rd Reich version).
e.g.
LRRH in bureaucratese
LRRH in advertisement language
LRRH mathematical
LRRH in the GDR
...
The sibling below me will now write Hansel and Gretel from the point of view of a zoologist
Ornithologist actually, which seed eater birds will be the most likely culprits of eating the crumbs.
TSBM was more inclined to think on the step mother as a bitch.
Compared to other fairy tales she is not that evil. It's a decision about who will starve, all of them or just the kids.
Remember that after the first attempt both parents are happy that it failed because they had found some revenue in the meantime (although it proved shortlived). In the opera her guilt is even more mitigated.
The sibling below me thinks that the stepmother paid Humperdinck's sister for this positive bias in the libretto.
Humperdink's sister?! I missed something. But I love this backdrop piece (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLW1RumOGo/R3rlodDPuXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/L4STwInS1lE/s400/_mg_5745.bmp) from a more recent production. It says it all.
The Sibling Below Me thinks it says a mouth full.
There was a controversial production with literal cannibalism.
Parents were (rightfully, I think) shocked because there was no warning.
For many children it is the first contact with opera, so the effect could be lasting.
Btw, I think Hänsel and Gretel is not the best choice. Far too heavy (Wagnerian style). Tsar and Carpenter (Lortzing) is imo much more age appropriate.
The sibling below me will deliberately scare children by handing out free tickets for Lulu or Wozzeck (both Alban Berg).
Those operas are fine for today's children, have you seen video games lately?
How about a nice movie production like Anthony Hopkins' Titus? TSBM thinks Shakespeare is always educational.
Especially this version:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Complete_Works_of_William_Shakespeare_%28Abridged%29
I actually saw that (in an adapted and updated German version) once at the theatre.
The sibling below me works on a stage version of the complete works of Stephen King along the same lines.
I was but his lawyers got me first.
TSBM wants to change copyright laws.
Mickeymouse them before they mickeymouse you!
The sibling below me will follow the Shakespearean advice on lawyers
I have a couple of very good friends who are lawyers, but every once in a while I do feel like killin' 'em. I don't, though. It helps to have a lawyer as a good friend. Besides, they don't make the laws. they just look them up.
The Sibling Below Me has looked up an old friend.
Since he was a giant, I had not much choice in the matter
The sibling below me walks on stilts and speaks in a very stilted tone
I also walk on eggs, with egg on my face. I really shouldn't walk on my face.
The Sibling Below Me walks with a swagger stick.
After people complained about axe and halberd
The sibling below me throws darts after cars
After songs from The Cars, to be precise.
TSBM has more violent reactions to certain music.
As I said: axe-crazy
The sibling below me prefers burning to slashing
It's the cleansing what matters.
TSBM remembers the days of spiritual genocide.
No, the introduction of sitcoms and talkshows on TV was before my time.
Not to forget the 'volkstümliche Hitparade'
The sibling below me actually meant mass murder by vengeful spirits form the afterlife
Are you talking about all those vengeful composers whose music has been perpetrated over the years?
TSBM thinks elevator music "composers" should die in an elevator.
Technically no problem at all even absent vengeful spirits possessing it.
The sibling below me works on a series of novels and/or TV series episodes about murders in elevators.
Each episode/novel an important cast member dies in an elevator in a different way of unnatural causes.
I seem to have skipped episode/floor 13.
The Sibling below Me believes 13 to be a lucky number.
It is a lucky number.
TSBM thinks luck comes with number 14 instead.
No, I always chose 13 when there was opportunity.
7 is evil and 14 doubly so.
The sibling below me tends towards rabulistic styles
Do not.
TSBM wonders if Sprynge is y-comen in or not.
We skipped spring and went directly for hellish summer (or we were in Spring since November).
TSBM also thinks that FL is in the Twilight zone hemisphere.
The great commie conspiracy is to make all the world like Florida iirc.
The sibling below me think they now go the path of toothpaste
All the other paths went nowhere. At least I have clean teeth at the end of this one.
The Sibling Below Me wants us all go back to using tooth powder.
soot. tooth powder was the deciding step off the path.
The sibling below me thinks that teeth were the original error.
Yes, I spend my twighlight years sharpening my gums.
TsBM bulk buys sandpaper.
The drawback is waiting for the high tides to erase errors.
TSBM knows how to hold back the tide.
Blow, bo-hoys blow....
Well, it's easier than shifting the moon.
The sibling below me thought more about transoceanic dams
Damn! You took it out of my mouth!
TSBM knows better.
You insinuating dental dams in connection with the Tides Foundation?
The sibling below me becks pardon for reillying too much
If you are referring to my constant Charles Nelson Reilly (http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://yankeeschick.mlblogs.com/cnrmeh.jpg&imgrefurl=http://yankeeschick.mlblogs.com/archives/2009/08/game_128_charles_nelson_reilly.html&h=234&w=319&sz=21&tbnid=2IUqKEa0sRkEAM:&tbnh=87&tbnw=118&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dcharles%2Bnelson%2Breilly%26tbm%3Disch%26tbo%3Du&zoom=1&q=charles+nelson+reilly&hl=en&usg=__QgFGLC8hiC4sEbocZs8zdgUYBbI=&sa=X&ei=1h23TZ6KI-qG0QHRr6gC&ved=0CEcQ9QEwBA) imitations, then well, yes, I guess I do emulate him a bit much and I do apologize.
The Sibling Below Me was just Kitty Carlisling (http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.papermag.com/blogs/KittyC1.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.papermag.com/2007/04/rip_kitty_carlisle_hart.php&h=475&w=570&sz=76&tbnid=1334AOo9H6fb5M:&tbnh=112&tbnw=134&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dkitty%2Bcarlisle%26tbm%3Disch%26tbo%3Du&zoom=1&q=kitty+carlisle&hl=en&usg=__Lf-b8r4lA4dlFBajp4ZJ5V-kb-I=&sa=X&ei=dB63TcrdBIbn0QGkptn6Dw&ved=0CE4Q9QEwBQ).
If you're talking about advocating for the arts, I'm singing opera tonight.
TSBM was thinking on something else completely.
I was wondering where my horned helmet and golden breastplate went; please do enough opera for both of us.
TSBM is applying dramatic eyeliner even now.
The trick is not to get overenthusiastic or you'll look like an Indian on the war-path and not like the ghost of Hamlet's father.
The sibling cannot see the difference given the typical modern productions
Wait while I retrieve my opera glasses from my reticule, then I will be able to see the difference.
The Sibling Below Me is horrified by such a casual, public reference to a reticule.
Especially because it sounds like a dirty word in French referring to the place where the sun does not shine.
The sibling below me is addicted to colonoscopy
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TSBM was thinking about santorum instead. :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen:
Would he or Trump be the worse choice?*
The sibling below me will give us the list of the GOP cabinet of horrors (POTUS, VPOTUS, SecState, SecDef etc.)
*mixture of glibbery slime and feces both, just in different locations.
The GOPhers are so crazy now that any of them in a position of power is a scary thought. It's hard to think who is the craziest of them all, at present time the donald seems the top (bottom?) dog, but it's hard to tell if he is crazier than Palin and Bachmann, so foreign relations and secretary of defense in that order. Santorum can keep the state department, but to be honest as disgusting he, or the newt or Romney, they aren't as batshit crazy as the former group and may not participate.
TSBM is looking forward to the Mayan American end of the world.
I still hope that a meteorite will hit GOP Central first (next best: the Comvention).
The sibling below me thinks that one of the non-US spacefaring nations could help with that
The Sibling Below Me agrees that a strategically placed, out-of-control Tardis 'accidental landing' would be welcomed by most of the sane peoples of the planet.
Is there any sane people left in the planet?
TSBM wants to take a sanity test.
I really need to study a bit, first.
TSBM will just copy off his neighbor's paper. ;)
Oh nononono, the guy is crazy!
TSBM has better neighbors.
betters, cobblers and joiners.
The sibling prefers to surround him/herself with artisans rather than partisans
I'd love to. I even dream of a district for musicians and artists with a nice house to rehearse and play, alas, I doubt something like that is feasible.
TSBM knows some interested investors/donors for such project.
Unfortunately they are all armed with adhesion contracts.
the sibling below me has only amnesiac contacts
The kind that make you blind.
TSBM sees well beyond contracts.
Contract lenses can be quite useful
The sibling below me will lend some to his/her clients
For a small fee of course.
TSBM had his/her parents pushing for a law degree.
But I was lukewarm on the idea.
TSBM blows hot and cold on vocations.
The clarinet of fire and the frosty bassoon
The sibling below me would like to see a chariot race where the chariots are pulled by a) a quartet of elephants b) 100-200 chihuahuas
Yes, and even better would be hamster powered race cars at the Indy 500.
The sibling below me believes that hamsters will power the next green technology.
My home is already completely powered by hamsters. I don't know why I still get utility bills.
TsBM eats utility bills.
Bowing to the inevitable the power company now delivers them mint-flavored for my convenience.
The sibling below is an utilitarian
But not a Universalist Utilitarian.
TSBM believes locally and acts globally.
And so does my army.
TSBM is stockpiling ammo for the rapture.
It's actually ammonites to throw at creationists
The sibling below me uses Silurian scorpions as watchanimals
Yes but it's becoming increasingly hard to feed him.
TSBM has a stockpile of jawless fish.
Real suckers these
The sibling below me is a warmblooded fish
The last Ichthyosaur alive.
TSBM was thinking on a Plesiosaur.
Neither are fishes.
The sibling below me believes the old church doctrine that ducks are actually plants
And cows are rocks?
TSBM believes in nonsense monopolies.
nonsense is always bipolar
the sibling below me avoids captal letters
in consistency with my rejection of capital punishment.
TSBM THINKS THAT ALL CAPS WRITING DESCRIBES SAID PUNISHMENT.
My majuscule (http://www.textism.com/writing/37-Early-gothic-majuscule.jpg) hand is quite elegant, although it's a bit penitential to keep the lines even.
TSBM once spent a summer in the Monastery Scriptorium.
'twas the only place not overheated because sweat dropping on the pages spoils the work.
The sibling below me thinks that the ink should actually be prepared with human sweat
Using blood for ink is getting old.
TSBM wants to reclaim the water of that blood a la Dune.
But is it possible, while wearing a stillsuit?
TSBM slips his/her stillsuit desert fashion.
Stillsuit sounds like stillborn (and in German like dress for breastfeeding). Desert burial for a minor?
The sibling below me can sing with him/herself in harmony
Not exactly, but I can play my horn and sing at the same time (it's incredibly difficult BTW) and I had a teacher who was able to whistle two voices at the same time (he usually did one of Bach's two part inventions).
TSBM can play while riding his/her monocycle.
on good days I may add even juggling
The sibling below me has never been in Boston in the fall
Nor in spring, summer, or winter.
TSBM thinks Boston has been seriously overhyped.
I think they're full of beans.
TSBM prefers *this* version:
(http://image.orientaltrading.com/otcimg/k1308a.jpg)
Ich bevorzuge Blaue Bohnen (blue beans)
http://www.filmposter-archiv.de/filmplakat.php?id=9108
Das Gesippe unter mir lehnt fremde Sprachen ab
Not when I can cheat using Babelfish (http://babelfish.yahoo.com/translate_txt)! ;D
The Sibling Below Me speaks Earthian.
Es una mezcla entre ingles, ruso, frances, y -obviamente- español.
El hermano debajo de mi (gosh, that sounds terrible!) prefiere usar interlingua (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interlingua).
Isn't interlingua a guide to the cunning use of the tongue (cunnilingus)?
The sibling is shocke, shocked I tell ya.
Speaking in tongues could never shock me.
TsBM survives on a diet of ox tongue and worms.
Don't know about worms but I finished a package of tongue sausage yesterday.
The sibling below me will open a can of worms for us
Allow me:
(http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/3414598/2/istockphoto_3414598-can-of-worms.jpg)
http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/3414598/2/istockphoto_3414598-can-of-worms.jpg
TSBM thinks worm burgers are the best.
Sounds like something to do with Mad Cow Disease; I'll pass.
TSBM will pass on the Diet of Worms as well.
I did because the Codex Wormianus was such a nail-biting reading that I missed the coach
http://folk.uib.no/hnooh/handbok/illustrasjonar/Ill_1-10-b_%28CodexWormianus%29.jpg
The sibling below me speaks in Eddic metre
But I write in Linear A.
TSBM prefers to post boustrophedon style.
I will if verses so demand B
t'nac I sesimorp gnikam tu
The sibling below me has a werehamster as pet
Had, turns out they're not immortal as advertised.
TSBM left his/her telomerase recipe at home.
I wait for it to grow another copy for the files before I try it on the crustaceans
The sibling below me fears cancer more than scorpions
For the most part but I already had some encounters with scorpions.
TSBM has more ethereal fears.
Can you say diethyl ether peroxide (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diethyl_ether_peroxide)?
The sibling below me would like to take part in a butanal
Is that when everybody flicks their lighters during a concert?
The Sibling Below Me prefers to light a goat head on a stick.
I prefer not make light of Goat's absence.
TSBM misses him too.
Has he been sighted in North Africa lately?
The sibling below me doubts it because those revolutions were not left enough
True, they'd probably have been likely suspects if indeed Goat's head was found on a stick. Which I hope it wasn't.
The Sibling Below Me has a communist worker's hat.
I wear it to all manager's meetings.
TSBM manages very well without headgear, thank you.
The lord is my helmet, I won't suffer d(e)arth
The sibling below me is a Brooksian
Take my wife. Please.
The Sibling Below Me believes no humor is low enough.
The lowest form is simply self-centered
The sibling below me is in orbit around a humorous event
I'm spinning on my elbow which makes typing hard.
TsBM types only in typos.
I wonder if I ever type 'beacuse' corectyl
The sibling below me has problems with the jaMMED SHIFT KEY
I can't pull it out of the head of the last JW that knocked at my door.
TSBM has a better way to deal with the bodies.
I just leave them on the doorstep and let The Rapture wipe them off.
The Sibling Below Me is looking forward to The Rapture.
The time is rape let's all tank biodiesel
The sibling below me thinks that tanks will come handy in the end times
Tanks with water and fuel, ideally underground.
TSBM has already furnished his/her personal bunker.
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-4655323211378605528#
The sibling below me thinks this bunker would be too small for him or her
That was just the top of it. ;)
TSBM is still digging.
I see light and people speeking Chinese
the sibling below me thinks I took the wrong turn at Albuquerque
You shoulda transferred at Cucamonga.
The Sibling Below Me stomps in puddles.
I used to, about thirty-something years ago.
TSBM still sees the rain in the same way as when (s)he was a youngling.
Still using the same set of eyes
The sibling below me is on his or her third teeth
I gave up collecting teeth when the financial returns dropped.
TsBM thinks life is a lottery.
The state takes most of the money paid in ;)
The sibling below me drew his or her lot early
Awake into the small hours, nothing to do but do pen and pencil sketches of pound coins.
TsBM still uses quill pens.
And the geese hate me for it.
TSBM knows how to reattach feathers.
They are falling from my cap constantly
The sibling below me is a featherweight boxer
I blow my competition out of the ring.
The Sibling Below Me thinks that sounded naughty.
Specially considering I'm listening to George Carlin.
TSBM misses him too.
I rarely hit something and girls have shown no tendency to hit on me
The sibling below me knows this is just another proof of the superior intelligence of the human female
No, just more proof of how shallow people can be.
The Sibling Below Me enjoys the deep when the shallow end gets too warm.
But at the surface it can go down to zero while down there it cannot go below 4°C.
The sibling below me will calculate how much energy would have to be drawn form the sea to freeze it from top to bottom
IIRC it has happened before, no need to calculate it now.
TSBM is sorely disappointed with that answer.
Especially because the old calculations are certainly out of date given climate change.
Not just are the seas warmer, their altered chemical composition should also have changed their freezing point enough to make a difference.
The sibling below me now wonders, whether that energy would suffice to change the orbit of the Earth enough to compensate for climate change
I'll ask the ancient mariner who is pushing the world uphill.
TsBM gathers no moss when rolling down hill.
The albatross has eaten all of it
The sibling below me has mixed metaphors for lunch
Yes, I'm having a "dead meat in the water" sandwich. It's a bit soggy.
The Sibling Below Me thought I was a vegetarian.
Are you? And BTW, was that a dynamite killed-fish sandwich?
TSBM thinks cannibalism is better than vegetarianism.
Since my ancestors were omnivorous walking carrots from Vega I can't see a difference.
The sibling below me thought that the carrots came from Betelgeuse and Vega was more known for zombie mangelwurzel.
"...Beets... ...beets..." :eeksign:
The Sibling Below Me knows Vegetable Dracula's catch phrase.
May I show you my watermelon (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vampire_pumpkins_and_watermelons) collection?
The sibling below me thinks that vampires needs no chat-up phrases becasue their natural magnetism is strong enough
It's so strong they are all attached to the local magnet pole and so pose no threat to us.
TsBM lives in a city with no magnet pole and therefore is running scared.
Please, do not draw mention to the bipolar disorder...
TSBM has a magnetic personality.
Ah! So that explains why I can't get rid of all these iron filings.
TSBM gets a charge out of life.
I am sparkling, metamorphorically speaking
Sea ibis belfry miauw stinks their diss salmon auto ford err hear
Is that Vogon poetry?
TSBM understood what was all that about.
It was too short for Vogon poetry. I suspect it's Vegan poetry.
(Rather lacking in the meaty stuff?)
The Sibling Below Me can recite carnivorous poetry.
I think that bovines are just walking steak
They are alive, so fresh will stay the meat
If we decide that it is time to eat
We will one to the butcher take
The beef will we then cook and roast and bake
We turn it into any kind of treat
To fill our bellies sans restraint indeed
And do not care about the stomach ache
We don't need veggies, we are carnivores
So give us pork and beef and mutton chop
That is what the true hominid adores
Let's pray that the supply will never stop
In afterlife we hope to hunt wild boars
The pleasure of the flesh is not to top
The sibling below me will improve this improvised sonnet
It cannot be done. I will, however, pass you a dinner fork. :meal:
TSBM does not bother switching hands for knife-and-fork usage.
The problem is the third hand for the spoon
The sibling below me avoids it by using patented cutlery combining all three in one
Still, eating with a Swiss Army knife isn't as comfortable.
TSBM just uses the pliers.
Hammer, chisel and buzz saw are of more use
The sibling below me is not a great fan of dwarf bread
It's no different in texture as stale baguette crust.
TSBM has special dentures for that purpose.
carborundum specially sharpened
The sibling below me would love ruby teeth
I prefer Ruby Tuesday.
TsBM can't sing without smoking.
Maybe me being a non-smoker is the reason that I can't sing.
It's not just that I can't keep the tune once someone else is listening or worse singing a second voice but I actually get dizzy.
The sibling below me knows why this should be called the Antonia syndrome
Because it isn't dystonia nor catatonia?
TSBM is planning to go to Estonia.
But I lost the plan.
TsBM was in two episodes of Lost.
Rather a few episodes got lost
The sibling below me would like to see Shakespeare in his own plays but could get no ticket for the time express
That was the winter of my discontent.
The Sibling Below Me wants to see a velvet painting of dogs in veterinary E-Collars acting in a Shakespearian play.
Do you mean a painting acting on a stage or a velvet doing the painting of the dogs in the play?
The sibling below me will be more careful with pasring in the future
Parsing or phrasing?
TSBM was born confused.
Both would fit
The sibling below me will be put out to pasture soon
*Cue pastoral music!* Ahhhhh...
The Sibling Below Me would be willingly led down the garden path.
First someone has to cut a path through the jungle the garden has turned into
The sibling below me cuts down trees, skips and jumps and likes to press wild flowers
I've actually put on women's clothing and hung around in bars, too!
The Sibling Below Me has had a weird barber.
His barbed tongue is feared
The sibling below me is engaged to Barbe-Bleu
Yeah, but who hasn't been at some point or another?
The Sibling Below Me was a mail-order bride.
Yeah, but the scam was short lived, even in costume nobody wanted to marry me. ;-)
TSBM had more success with that endeavor.
I had considered branching out to glove marriages.
I am handing off that suggestion to TSBM...
Unfortunately my fist-in-glove approach is unlikely to work
The sibling below me loves foxglove salad
I'd love to give it to some politicians and pundits...
TSBM prefers less drastic measures.
Security by securis
http://www.bernd-schubert.de/nachgedacht/img/fasci2a.gif (The lictor's insignia: fasics and securis)
In other words: Off with their heads* after whipping
*plural extra justified by their hydra-like characteristics
The sibling below me would like to axe the FOX
No, no... nothing that drastic, but I wouldn't mind if they found their marbles.
The Sibling Below Me once lost a toy.
One? Can't say how often my heart got broken about stuff like that.
The sibling below me wrote an ode to a departed teddy bear
Metaphorically speaking, I hung a teddy bear gallows style in my room when I was in High school.
TSBM has a more shocking revelation to share.
In a window display to sell Garfield toys & books and 101 Uses for a Dead Cat I once tied a plush Garfield to a section of model railroad track, placed another (blindfolded) against a wall, put a (very loose!) noose around the neck of a third ... you get the idea.
TSBM is among those who would purchase or book or plush cat from such a marketing scheme.
Only if you have no Dönertier to sell.
The sibling below me has a collection of plush muskrats
I'm not so into Muskrat Love.
TSBM is nibbling on bacon, chewin' on cheese.
In the last few days I did indeed (breadrolls with smoked ham and Edamer cheese)
The sibling below me has a sled pulled by 20 poodles (cf. the Gary Larson cartoon)
As much as I hate poodles I don't condone animal cruelty.
TSBM ate a few dogs in his last sled trip.
mmm yummy hot dogs
TsBM is rubbing their stomach and patting their head
No, my limbs have gone into open rebellion. My feet are kicking me in the butt and stomach and the left hand that remained loyal is unable to prevent the right from hitting me in the face.
The sibling below me think that they were instigated by the seditious kidneys
You can't trust the kidneys. They're always in cahoots with each other.
The Sibling Below Me doesn't trust those "loner" organs, like the liver.
I am suspicious of any filter that operates without my informed consent.
TSBM drinks free-range, unfiltered coffee.
No, I stay with tea.
The sibling below me can't understand how somone could prefer rotten leaves to burnt and semi-carbonized beans
Especially when there's rapidly spoiling grape juice available.
To the Sibling Below Me goes the spoils!
The last thing going through the head of an Opel Manta driver in case of an accident is the rear spoiler
The sibling below me is unaccustomed to Opel Manta (driver) jokes
Indeed sir, I am, but now that you've introduced them, I must say I find them quite amusing!
The Sibling Below Me thinks I've got this thread confused with the "Talk Like a Landlubber" thread.
Better than Ghoul talk
Last meeep! Post
Sorry, wrong thread.
The sibling below me often confuses threads while weaving
This is why I never knit anything other than my eyebrows.
The Sibling Below Me knits his/her teeth.
They call me Plaidtooth.
The sibling below me loves mud-gliding
I used to but the washing got tiresome.
TSBM left the mud to dry.
Yes, before I retired, I was Mire-ya Breckenridge the Mud Wrestler.
The Sibling Below Me prefers sand wrestling.
It's so difficult to keep jello hydrated here in the Ocean o' Sand.
TSBM is interested in a revival of Græco-Egyptian wrestling.
As long as it keeps the Romans out...
The sibling below me thinks that the ancient Romans are ultimately responsible for FOX News
Yes, and they can go back to ancient Rome where they belong. They'd probably be sent out to be killed by lions.
The Sibling Below Me wonders what life would be like if FOX News actually went back in time and got killed by lions.
You'd wish, but if they went back they would become the propaganda arm of the Caesar.
TSBM doesn't see the difference between absolutism, feudalism and corporatism.
Not betwen feudalism and corporatism but absolutism is a different animal.
The sibling below me has an absolutist stance on popcorn
My stomach does, I think the peanut oil makes it worse.
TSBM thinks it's something else.
Absolute popcorn gets caught in one's teeth absolutely.
The Sibling Below Me can simplify that.
f[A] P + T = A(c)
TSBM will rectify that.
I never get the difference between a rectifier (http://www.coutant.org/kmpc/rectifier.jpg) and a rectification (http://www.autolandlindner.de/mediapool/24/244243/resources/big_8267333_0_500-660.jpg) unit.
The sibling below me is a fan of AC/DC (http://www.animaatjes.de/celebrity/a/acdc/animaatjes-acdc-19292.jpg) anyway
They have a bunch of good albums but they tend to repeat themselves quite a bit.
TSBM likes dinosaurs too.
Maybe Primeval will come true one day.
The sibling below me will tell us what (s)he thinks about a planned US remake and/or Hollywood treatment.
I can't say much given that I've only seen like half of an episode, no way to tell if there is enough nuance to loose or not at all (like BBCs Merlin which I find below their standards).
TSBM will defend the BBC at all costs.
Yes I will defend the BBC. Emphatically.
TsBM defends their home with spanish cucumbers.
Not anymore since the EHEC panic.
The sibling below me thinks that this should actually increase the defensive value.
...provided you are trained in self defense while wearing a hazmat suit.
TSBM passed that training with flying colors.
It's my swimming colors which keep holding me back.
TSBM is a hop, skip & a jump away from first place.
Why didn't you tell me that in the first place?!
The Sibling Below Me will ask of no man's leave.
Instead I will ask more women to come.
The sibling below me always comes early
Better arrive early and come late....
TSBM is horrorized with that statement.
Don't you mean terrapinned?
The sibling below me dots his/her teas and crosses his/her eyes.
Better than crusades from teabaggers...
TSBM is waiting for the new Knights Templar.
The fundies need the Jews to build the 3rd temple. That will be the fuse at the apocalyptic powder keg.
The sibling below me is surrounded by useful idiots
If ye dont wanna be in me crew any more unca SWatty , ye just haff ta say so , now all tha crew be affer ye wiff there muskits .
I bet ye sorry nows !
rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
oh no
i think me dyper springed another leek
tha sibing below me better watch out !
Here, have some P2O5.
No better simple absorbant. And you can put the product in your drinks.
The sibling below me loves phosphorescent cocktails
Only because I get one of those little umbrellas to suck.
TsBM never opens an umbrella indoors.
Given that its diameter is large than that of the hallway that is just common sense.
The sibling below me parks his/her jumbo on the roof
Jumbo drinks, that is.
TSBM takes the sun on the roof.
Before the son falls off it.
The sibling below me taunts that aunt
Guilty as charged although in my defense I taunt my mother too...
TSBM is always respectful and light candles all the time. :candle: :candle: :candle:
Can habitual arsonsists be considered respectful? ;)
The sibling below me did what my grandma did: defrost the fridge by putting a candle in it (and setting the flat on fire as a result)
No, I was more the I'm fed up with this, let's try a dull bread knife -- OOPS! WHAT IS THIS HISSING GAS! type.
TSBM always uses knives safely.
I carry them point down, so stabbing my feet.
TsBM has three feet.
Three feet of waist.
TSBM looks like a hornet.
I still lack access to whore-net.
The sibling below me thinks that virginal prostitution will be the new rage.
It would certainly en-rage a lot of people.
TSBM is more concerned about the rage virus.
Does that work like the raga bug?
The sibling below me is jittery about bugs.
Butterflies give me the flutters.
The Sibling Below Me has seen a peanutbutterfly.
Aren't those sticky moths?
TSBM knows their scientific name.
But I do not believe in it.
TSBM knows there are more creepy-crawlies in heaven and hell, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your entymology.
it's easy to prove that the number of mosquitos is infinite.
Kill one and at least one new will appear to molest you.
The sibling below me thinks that gnats have seventeen lifes
No, but it's quite likely that for every mosquito you see there are at least seventeen lurking around.
TSBM thinks a series of tainted blood dispensers* around any particular area would control their populations.
*say that around a house or condo you place a number of stations with this fake blood and something to attract the females to feed on it, a virus would shorten her life, make her infertile and be transmitted to any male she encounters. That should work, wouldn't it?
Just a few weeks ago I heard that given the choice between a bag of blood and a human being, malaria mosquitos clearly prefer the latter.
The sibling below me knows some 'humans' suitable as bait.
Not at present but will bear it in mind.
TsBM knows that mosquitos are the chosen race.
chosen to serve the cockroaches after they take over.
The sibling below me doubts it since mosquitos are sensitive to radiation and will not survive the takeover by the cockroaches.
(OK, they can still serve...as food)
Fruit flies and flour beetles are better suited for high radiations according to mythbusters (http://kwc.org/mythbusters/2008/01/plane_on_a_conveyor_belt.html).
TSBM would have tested with spiders, ants, and hornets.
Did they check the fertility of the bugs afterwards too?
I remember numbers that cockroaches would survive 4 million times the radiation level a human being would. Seems to be false.
I'd likely have tested ants. What kind of spiders? I would not expect hornets to be that tough actually.
The sibling below me will start a thread on the topic.
I don't have to. We've been struggling with an ant infestation in the kitchen and I can tell you right now, there are no tougher creatures in this world to get rid of than black ants. I just wish they weren't so pretty.
The Sibling Below Me can think of something prettier than a black ant.
Have you ever tried painting them blue?
The sibling below me would prefer fluorescent tiger stripes
Then I could see the in the dark when searching under my bed.
TsBM has a different bed for every day of the week.
The Monday bed must be the tallest. It's the hardest one to get out of.
The Sibling Before Me has a hungry bed.
And it dutifully spits me between 7 and 8 AM.
TSBM has a chomping chair.
In the middle of the stomping lair.
The sibling below me does not find bombing fair
There is no honor is current forms of warfare.
TSBM wants the guys giving the orders fight in hand to hand combat to the death.
Better add some embarrassing weapons like inflatable pink clubs
The sibling below me thinks death by fluffy bunnies would be interesting
Remember man, though art dust bunnies, and to dust bunnies though shalt return. (http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/smilies/pope.gif)
TSBM is more interested in Eostre Bunnies.
Are those female bunnies in the heat?
The sibling below me has a rabbit reputation
I dressed as the Easter Bunny once, and was knocked to the floor by toddlers. Never again!
The Sibling Below Me is more into busty nunnies.
Don't go to urban dictionary to figure out what is a 'nunnie'...
TSBM thought -incorrectly- that it was a reference to nuns.
I'd expect more in the direction of Hamlet and Ophelia
The sibling below me speaks in triple entendres
I find them très suggestif
TSBM is grateful to Babelfish. :)
Little fishes can be delicious
The sibling below me considers this a waste (they could be used as bait for bigger fish)
Yes, but bigger fish are hard to keep on top of a pizza.
The Sibling Below Me names every anchovy before eating it.
I'm calling you Salty, and your Super Salty...
TSBM knows a seal with that name.
That would be Silky and Selkie
(not to be confused with Frau Antje (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=95YPak9Otvo))
The sibling below me is surprised about the change of looks of the the venerated cheese lady (http://www.bonusreisen-portal.de/portal/frauantje/pic01.jpg).
Was her predecessor milkier?
TSBM buys cheese by the rind.
Yes, it has to match the color of what I'm drinking. And wearing!
The Sibling Below Me only dresses in food colors.
Red Dye #2 *is* my color.
TSBM has a different palate/palette.
White (Mo-Fr) or Black(Su) on top, blue trousers(Mo-Su).
Variation only Saturdays (most often it's gray though).
The sibling below me has clothes that change colour depending on mood/temperature/pH value/etc.
Only when I have to dive into the chemicals tank.
TSBM remembers the Joker.
Especially because of the negative reaction when it showed up in a game of poker.
The sibling below me drinks Kolaloka (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lemonade_Joe)
I prefer Rye, but that film looks wonderful and I wanna see it.
The Sibling Below Me prefers pumpernickel.
Ahhh, the Scarlet Pumpernickel! It is to swoon.
TSBM prefers more muted colors in both grains and role models.
Daffy Duck could give some 'stars' acting lessons.
I rarely wear red. I prefer blue.
The sibling below me has a golden helmet and a portrait of his/her painted by a Rembrandt wannabe hanging* in the local art gallery
*the portrait not the painter
I like the idea of Rembrandt wannabe's hanging in a local museum, both performance art and stern warning at the same time.
TSBM is more into eating bad musicians (a la Hannibal Lecter).
I'd eat The Shaggs (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yN9UT2zF8c8) just to get rid of them, but I'm afraid they'd get stuck in my teeth.
The Sibling Below Me has Foot-foot in mouth disease.
Specially those days when one foot is not enough.
TSBM has a bit more tact.
3/4, ready for a waltz
The sibling below me dances lambada naked in the kitchen
Not lambada exactly, but other tropical music, yes, guilty as charged.
TSBM can't accept dancing unless is more than fully dressed.
More than fully dressed? I'm not quite sure how to do that, but I can dance in almost any situation if the music gets to me.
The Sibling Below Me can Salsa to Wagner.
Given that there are several composers of that name, it should be easy to find the right piece.
The sibling below me conducts an orchestra and chorus with a median age of 83.
Not difficult here in FL where so many retirees live.
TSBM prefers baby orchestras.
To borrow from Miss Piggy, the doldrums and bassinets in those are too much for me.
TSBM has always longed to play air guitar.
I am more into organ.
The sibling below me wonders what an Hallelujah-Vergaser is.
Is it something you say when your car finally starts up?
The Sibling Below Me says "Voom, voom" when s/he has had a cup of coffee.
No, I just spew HCl.
The sibling below me belches ice
The room goes certainly cold.
TSBM has the manners of a baron.
bacon, not baron
The sibling below me wears two monocles
and look like John Lennon in chains.
TSBM wanted to chain Paul McCartney
To my breakfast table.
TsBM eats breakfast underneath the breakfast table.
No room left at or on it.
The sibling below me speaks in 5 letter words only
Noisy verbs bring lucky weeks.
Those monks after these words spell using three vowel words.
Dieses wuerde moeglich seien, deutsche Sprachenwahl voraus gesetzet
The sibling below hides his or her illiteracy behind alliteration
Someone tried to answer that, but was too illiterate to use a keyboard.
The Sibling Below Me is going to invent a new tea.
Old shoe tea. A real explosion of flavor.
TSBM sees infusions in a different light now.
Both infusion and injection sound a bit ridiculous in this context if translated literally
(pour in and throw in resp.)
The sibling below me objects to Latin in medicine
I'm all for dancing but doctors look silly at the rhythm of Merengue.
TSBM objects to non-Latin music on waiting rooms.
Ominous Latin chanting (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/OminousLatinChanting) is simply mandatory
For the sibling below me that's just Greek
At least TSBM is not the Most Roman of Us All.
Delirant isti Romani. Die spinnen die Römer. Ils sont fous, ces Romains
The sibling below me will add further translations
Those Romans Are Loonies
The sibling below me knew that.
Except when frozen in fear; e.g.: Laocoön and His Sons.
TSBM equally dreads monsters from the Deepe.
Never been to Dieppe but Belgians are monsters by nature
Last The Rory Award* Post
*only US version
The sibling below me is a fan of king Leopold
Which one, I swear there where hundreds.
TSBM is all about lineages.
To be counteed by curfballs
The sibling below me screws balls
I was never any good at organizing social events.
The Sibling Below Me is running for president.
Not at the mo, but I did have a grassroots campaign, running for Pope fo most of my life.
TSBM would have been a fantastic addition to my Cabinet of personal friends raised to Cardinals.
I fear I do not look good in red drag
The sibling below would change the church signature colours (black, white, red) in an effort of rebranding.
Fuchsia, cyan and yellow like color ink cartridges.
TSBM only does B&W.
I like old movies. But wouldn't fuchsia nuns be stunning?
The Sib Below Me wants real-life subtitles.
But only if they have high quality (German subtitles on DVDs are often abysmal)
The sibling below me owns at least one DVD with a Welsh sub/intertitle option (I do. It's Call of Cthulhu)
Yeah, but it's that cheap imitation Bugs Bunny film: "Welsh Rarebit".
The Sib Below Me can think of something even cheesier than that.
I think this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jpyB6BnMy7A) would qualify
"Dracula was a big cheese, so he always had mice around him."
The sibling below me had a more feivelite opinion of Big D.
I don't know from feivelite, but since it's almost Halloween, I will say he has nice, strong teeth and good manners. (Except for the sneaking into ladies' bedrooms and night and biting them part, which is creepy.)
The Sibling Below Me knows what they'll be for Halloween.
I plan on wearing my exquisite black velvet witch dress with train, and my verra nice vampire teeth.
Same as I have for the last umpty-leven years.
TSBM likes to try on different personas.
But not in public (or limited to funny accents inexpertly done).
The sibling below me speaks perfect bureaucratese if necessary.
All the time. It's always necessary.
TsBM has false toes.
With inbuilt laserbeams. No one expexts this kind of attack from that direction.
The sibling below me thought of nature documentaries* when first hearing the term 'stag movie/film'
*or Bambi
I thought of my trusty bow. I could not love thee, deer, so much / Lov'd I not venison more.
The Sibling Below Me thinks it is meet and right so to do.
I have no beef with that. Pork that under general agreement.
The sibling below me chickens out when confronted with hammy turkeys.
Vegetables scream, too.
They're just out of human hearing range.
TSBM has preternatural hearing.
I call it the second ear (or the third)
The sibling below me has stereo smell.
Binasally, in fact.
The Sibling Below Me smells two rats
Ah, that must mean they're almost done cooking.
The Sibling Below Me cooks wild animals for his pet.
yet he still prefers them raw.
TSBM is worried about his/her raw humanity.
Frying will at least get rid of the worms. Does nothing about the prions though.
The sibling below me has strange prionities.
True, they're an unusual shade of purple.
The Sibling Below Me knows how to re-fold prions nice and tidy.
But first they have to be ironed and complexed.
The sibling below me drives a cyanoferrate.
It's the best auto reduction on the market.
TSBM prefers quinacridone over phthalo pigments.
No, :frankly:
Well someone had to use it!
The Sibling Below Me's wind has gone.
To the contrary. the hot bean soup I had for lunch gave me gases and now I pass enough wind to drive a turbine.
The sibling below me thinks that those winds would be too corrosive
Not with proper filters in the fart-plugs.
(http://is00.thegumtree.com/image/big/83544528.jpg)
The Sibling Below Me has always had a soft spot for such inserts.
They tend to get bent if forced on hard spots.
The sibling below me uses copper condoms.
They make such a pleasant sound when they hit against my sterling silver diaphragm! Kinda like the Anvil Chorus.
The Sibling Below Me will never look at the Anvil Chorus the same way again.
^ :ROFL: :ROFL: :ROFL: :ROFL:
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Carry on
I more or less expected that 'copper' would be taken for 'policebeing' not chemical element.
Carry On
Holy cow! I've rendered the guys speechless!
Carry on.
How can anyone say anything with a loud clank - clank in the background?
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And no, I will never see/listen to the anvil chorus in the same way.
TSBM is still in shock.
I drank one cata-tonic too much I fear.
The sibling below me is high on pangalactic gurgleblaster.
No, I'm low on pangalactic gargleblaster.
The Sibling Below Me remembers physicist Hermann Grotnik's ground-breaking experiment with his lead balls.
The only lead ball experiment (if war does not count) I remember is that by Cavendish.
The sibling below me thinks he should actually have put the Earth on the scales.
How big was that guy, anyway?
The Sibling Below Me is HUJE!!!!
:blush: :ty: :smirk_orange:
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No, not really... :P :mrgreen:
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TSBM also likes to pretend.
What is one worth without being pretentious?
The sibling below me is suspicious of this rhetorical question.
I suspect it's worth looking.
TSBM was weighed and found wanting.
Always wondered where wanting was, so delighted to find it.
TsBM has problems with their desires.
Golf's not very popular around here (http://www.ibras.dk/montypython/episode31.htm#1)
The sibling below me noticed the allusion without the link.
I still don't remember, even with the link.
The Sibling Below Me remembers.
Remembrances of those about to remember.
TSBM much rather summarize Proust.
In summary, Proust was French and a writer.
TsBM will now read all of Proust within 30 minutes.
The Sibling Below Me remember, remembers the fifth of november...
As a fawkes musiscian I have to
The sibling below me cries fowl
Fowl!
TsBM is consumed with self-hate.
Don't apply to others what you would not on yourself
The sibling below me thinks that should also apply to surgeons
And without anaesthetic, too.
The Sibling Below Me has already forgotten about Proust.
Must have left him in the cave of forgotten play
The sibling below me has never lost any time since he or she never had any in the first place.
Without time life is impossible.
TSBM saw In Time too.
I see Beyond Time. But I try not to let on.
The Sibling Below Me sees below time.
It's where all the dust comes from...
The Sibling below me Knows what butterflies are thinking.
Yes. They're plotting to get me; they've planted microphones in my shoes.
The Sibling Below Me has also been bugged by bugs.
I'm bugged by buggies - all those tiny children on wheels rushing towards me.
TsBM has had wheel implants.
Wheels of cheese implants.
(At least no implants in my bra. (http://www.cheese.com/Description.asp?Name=Bra))
TSBM is never cheesy.
Edit: url tag corrected.
But rather meaty
The sibling below me sings the lard's praise
Amazing Grease! How slick the sound...
The Sibling Below Me would like to have "the Unctuous" as his/her mobster nickname.
But I had to settle for 'the Glabrous'.
The Sibling below me regularly sings "Oh come all ye wealthy" with friends.
But we sings hit quiet, loike, so's we can pillidge 'em easier.
TSBM has a pillaging method that is more successful.
We disguise it as a pillow fight
The sibling below me thinks eiderdaun is a dirty word
Eiderdaun, but she got back up again!?
The Sibling Below Me worships cheese.
I bow before a tower of wheels, I cherish each piece, I savor each bite. May the gods of cheese be with us always!!
TSBM gets sick just listening to it.
As long as the cheese does not become kitschy.
Admittedly some cheeses smell bad enough to qualify as WMD.
The sibling below me has never heard of Corsican cheese.
(http://www.zweiund40.de/cestlacorse.jpg)
http://www.zweiund40.de/cestlacorse.jpg
No but I'm not surprised, currently I'm a fan of a Minorcan cheese called Mahón (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mah%C3%B3n_cheese).
TSBM is torn between goat and cow milk cheeses.
You forget the sheep (and the Norwegian word for that sounds like the German word for female pig)
The sibling below me would be interested in mice cheese.
(In German it is proverbially difficult to milk mice)
(Try Norwegian mice. They're bigger.)
I was interested in the mouse cheese, until the trap snapped on the mouse and his little gutsies went all over it. None for me, thank you.
The Sibling Below Me thinks that mouse gutsies would make a fine topping for cheesecake.
They are indeed - they're best while they're still warm and steaming.
The Sibling Below Me draws the line at babies.
What species?
The sibling below me does not draw lines. (S)He hews them with a chisel.
Well I enjoy that, but it's not necessarily written in stone. ::)
The Sibling Below Me writes in the snow.
I won't mention the colour.
The Sibling Below Me avoids consuming snow of certain colours.
I only eat snow as it is falling.
The Sibling Below Me has been known to eat food in motion.
...although I am not a fan of fast food.
The sibling below me only eats live food
I guess you could count yogurt cultures as live food, especially if you ate them on a live feed.
The Sibling Below Me can finish this rhyme:
"Feed! Fied! Foed! Fummed!..."
Gimme game galore gin gummed
The sibling below me abhors gin
Although djinn and tonics are quite nice.
TSBM (like Douglas Adams) prefers Ouisghian Zodahs.
And I play the lemon jumping in and out of it
The sibling below me is not in favor of drink jumping
Not on Earth. In space OTOH...
TSBM has tickets to the ISS.
I did, but I gave them to Santa Claus. I figured he'd like to stargaze without having to drive.
The Sibling Below Me thinks I just kissed Santa's red velvet behind.
No, I think it must have been St.Baboon
The sibling below me swings St.Hubert's hammer
No, I swing St. Maxwell's silver hammer.
The Sibling below Me knows Rose and Valerie (screaming in the gallery).
Later rolling on the floor
before shown the exit door
The sibling below me has a chambre separee
As far as I'm concerned, if you're going to have a chambre separee, you might as well go ahead and get a maison separee.
The sibling below me likes to sleep with his/her sweetie.
I would if I had one. The one I wished I had has not been among the living for close to 12 years by now and was not interested in me anyway (which should show you that she was a lady of quality).
The sibling below me would consider zombophilia
Probably not, imagine the amount of base, shadow, and cosmetics in general, and that wouldn't prevent rotten flesh falling off.
TSBM is actually saving to buy a sexbot.
I have just to avoid the Washing Machine Tragedy (Stanislaw Lem)
http://www.newyorker.com/archive/1981/11/30/1981_11_30_044_TNY_CARDS_000332469
The sibling below me loves washing machines but commits infidelities with tumblers occasionally.
Quote from: Swatopluk on December 21, 2011, 09:19:00 AM
I have just to avoid the Washing Machine Tragedy (Stanislaw Lem)
http://www.newyorker.com/archive/1981/11/30/1981_11_30_044_TNY_CARDS_000332469
The sibling below me loves washing machines but commits infidelities with tumblers occasionally.
Yes, I have to be carefully not to drink too many tumblers full, or I could be in danger of being tumbled.
The Sibling Below Me thought we were talking about gymnasts.
And that got me distracted.
TSBM gets distracted with more pedestrian things.
Literally so. I got a painful sore right were the underwear ends at the upper leg. At any walking movement it rubs and the location is very impractical for band-aids.
The sibling below me watches: Jungle Balls - Hards-on for Jane
(after finding crustaceans too expensive this holiday)
Quote from: Swatopluk on December 22, 2011, 08:53:56 AM
Literally so. I got a painful sore right were the underwear ends at the upper leg. At any walking movement it rubs and the location is very impractical for band-aids.
Try surgical tape. It'shwat they use on my wounds.
Try boxer shorts. ;)
I did, but my Boxer objected and bit me.
The Sibling Below Me wipes up spills with Scotty dogs.
They work better than corn dogs.
TSBM prefers deep fried butter sticks.
I prefer that they be in someone else's kitchen.
TSBM also enjoys the annual reading of Quomodo Invidiosulus Nomine Grinchus Christi Natalem Abrogaverit
Numquam lexi hinc librum etsi audivi eum valde amatum esse.
The sibling below me watches: Jungle Balls - Hards-on for Jane
(after finding crustaceans too expensive this holiday)
<this entry got ignored last time>
Lobster sex is expensive and not much fun to watch.
TSBM thinks arthropods have boring pastimes.
They don't like it hot
The sibling below me will present us with a limerick on locusts
There once was a swarm of green locusts,
Whose hunger was narrowly focused.
They went for a treat,
In a field of red beet,
Interspersed with some bright yellow crocus.
The Sibling Below Me loves pickled beets with smoked sausage.
Actually, I do not. But I really liked your limerick! :)
TSBM bemoans the dearth of Men of Letters in our day.
I do. For example, there are so few Qs around nowadays.
The Sibling Below Me is more fond of Ps.
Oh yes. I try to take at least one every day.
The Sibling Below Me believes in the process of elimination.
No elimination without due process.
The sibling below me will opine on whether justice will improve once kangaroos are extinct.
I believe that people will improve once The People's Court (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_People%27s_Court) is extinct.
The Sibling Below Me believes in Perry Mason.
I thought the Volksgerichtshof was already abolished ;)
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No rather in Perry Rhodan.
The sibling below me works on a script for Sleuth(s) In Space
It's kind of a cross between "Lost in Space" and "Pigs in Space".
The Sibling below Me caught the swine flu from Miss Piggy.
Actually, via Kermit, but I don't kiss and tell...
TSBM has an appointment with Dr. Teeth.
But please don't let the Count Count know.
TSBM is more afraid of the Cookie Monster.
No, I am more afraid of Swedish Chef.
TsBM has no fear gene.
I have a full pool of it actually.
The sibling below me has not jumped into the gene pool yet
I am afraid to come out of the locker. I am afraid that somebody will see (2, 3 , 4, tell the people what she wore!) It was an itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny, yellow polka-dot pair of x chromosomes....
The Sibling Below Me will now juggle an x and a y chromosome.
Why should I go fo an ex?
the sibling below me cultivates bs
Not as much but I would have to if I go into politics.
TSBM has a BS in BS.
I was thinking about striped insects not horned ammals
I have a diploma, although I am not a diplomat and am a bachelor without having one.
The sibling below me doctors scripts without a PhD
It isn't a requirement, really, even a middle school kid can do it.
TSBM has more elementary concerns.
I am running out of germanium, dysprosium and bismuth
The sibling below me knows proper ersatz for that
Geraniums, disposables and The Bismark.
The Sibling Below Me knows the similarities among those three.
If their was any flower on Bismarck, it likely was a geranium and all warships were disposable.
Not sure old Otto von loved flowers (what he was famous for were dogs). I know that his buddy Moltke loved trees.
The sibling below me thinks that expansion needs expandable resources but no actual pandas.
Only ex-pandas. As in, they have joined the choir invisible.
The Sibling Below Me wants an impanda.
Who called?
[youtube=425,350]7B8PyGYa3dY[/youtube]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7B8PyGYa3dY
(this PC has no sound, so I would not notice, if this should be totally inappropriate. In that case: Sorry)
The sibling below me impales impudent impalas implying impish impressions
Being vegetarian, I need to find creative excuses for hunting.
The Sibling Below Me viciously lashes out at celery for sport.
Lets not split stalks on this one.
TSBM prefers chopping.
I love axes, nuff said.
The sibling below me prefers cleavers despite feeling uncomfortable about cleavage.
Yes, I prefer the Cleavers over my own cleavage, even though I always wondered what the heck Mr. Cleaver had in his pipe, and why Mrs. Cleaver wore pearls and high heels while she vacuumed the living room. I prefer them because they have stopped growing. I shall say no more.
The Sibling Below Me always wears formal wear while cleaning.
That's a double irrealis. I neither wear the one nor do the other.
The sibling below me has floral designs on his or her shoe soles.
I might at some point but are now erased out of use.
TSBM uses flowers dangerously
I like to think of myself as the sort that would tuck them into the barrels of National Guard rifles, but who can say?
TSBM prefers other kinds of barrels,
e.g. a barrel organ
The sibling below me prefers the pipes
The pipes, the pipes they are a'calling.....
TsBM will now do a little jig
I'd consider doing a jigsaw puzzle, if I had a horizontal space suitable (i.e. large enough) for it.
The sibling below just me nails the pieces down, if that condition is not fulfilled.
Just consider the effort I have gone to, to avoid being pinned down. Being nailed down is completely out of the question!
TSBM tries to keep his/her chin up at all times.
Given my double verging on triple chin that takes enormous forces.
The sibling below me hovers instead.
I do, now that my hovercraft is free of eels.
The Sibling Below Me knows of an eel repellant.
Do you mean an eel based repellant or one to repell eels?
There are few things that cannot be repelled with horseradish
The sibling below me ravishes horses, if noone is looking.
Yes folks, with Opsaline's new lipstick "Horseface", even the ugliest horse can be ravishing. (Does not work on pigs.)
The Sibling Below Me has wants to market cosmetics for Octopods.
The problem is to create one that can follow the constant colour changes. It is so embarrassing when your beakstick colour starts to clash with your skin colour during the mating display.
The sibling below me lost some money on a skin softener for crocodiles project
Yep, the silly beasties refused to believe that they've have smoother, silkier scales in seven days and kept biting the hands off of the beauticians. I kept getting sued for the price of their spoiled manicures. (...on the beauticians, not the crocodiles.)
The Sibling Below Me wants to cross a crocodile with a bunny rabbit.
That way they'll have a fighting chance against the pythons on the loose in the everglades.
TSBM has other ideas for python control.
The way to control pythons is to sing "Always look on the bright side of life" to them.
TsBM failed on their mission to be the first person to fly round the globe along the equator.
If only because crossing the line is against my principles.
The sibling below me would be interested in real estate at the North Pole.
Not bloody likely! The Leominster garden project is plenty cold enough.
The Sibling Below Me has warmer toes.
Who doesn't? Mine are in my Minnetonka slippers! Hope you can feel your again soon.
The Sibling Below Me left his/her toes on the toe path.
No, the big one is just adorned with a topas.
The sibling below me digs up old bones on comission from a wealthy neighbourhood dog.
No, I dig up truffles on commission for a wealthy neighboring pig.
The Sibling Below Me picks up tribbles from an unwieldy neighboring galaxy.
They yield tribble prices here.
The sibling below me will doubloon down on this
I would doubloon, but I left me wallet in me other pantaloons.
The Sibling Below Me believes in vintage undergarments.
All wrough iron below the waist and cast iron above it. With aluminium ornaments.
The sibling below me fabricates fake Mormon magic underwear
Quote from: Swatopluk on February 21, 2012, 11:03:04 PM
The sibling below me fabricates fake Mormon magic underwear
...for use only by fake Mormons, of course.
The Sibling Below Me wonders how one could fake The Rapture.
Confidently predict The Rupture© ® ™.
Then back pedal/back peddle by pointing out the typo which caused critics to take your prediction out of context.
TSBM scrupulously avoids taking anything out of contacts.
It's a matter of keeping the trust(fund) in private hands.
TSBM still misses the guilded age despite the fact we're 99% there.
I thought guilds (=unions) were the thing to disappear.
The sibling below me is guilty of gilding
Yes well, I'm afraid I have noticed a certain "Golden Girls" patina to my skin tone lately.
The Sibling Below Me visits Neverland regularly as part of a beauty regimen.
Yes, indeed, since I will never-ever be beautiful.
The sibling below me takes extra care when talking about the weather.
Some of these weather deities can be rather testy, so I better be careful.
The sibling below me is chtonic.
Only after I've had too much chgin and chtonic.
The Sibling Below Me knows what drink to order in Hell.
Yeh, I sip with the devil ;)
TsBM tries to catch straws in the wind.
I have a man to do that for me (but he often gets attacked).
The sibling below me uses a platinum kettle for making tea.
But only for the Earl Grey.
The sibling below me thinks "A Call to Arms" is about the squidlings.
No, it's those talking hands that need occasional assistence.
The sibling below me pulls bell-free legs.
But if you are wearing bell-bottoms I will be perfectly frank with you.
Speaking of frank, The Sibling Below Me wears sausage-casings as leggings.
I only do that post-op, otherwise I avoid this particular abomination.
The sibling below me is the speaker of the local Men-in-Tights.
It's "Th", "Thespian".
TSBM likes the feel of fishnet tights on their freshly shaven legs.
Quote from: Roland Deschain on March 22, 2012, 11:41:41 PM
TSBM likes the feel of fishnet tights on their freshly shaven legs.
Hey! How'd you know about that?!
The Sibling Below Me wants to see a fish wearing tights.
And fin warmers. What a feeling!
TSBM knows that when you give up your dreams, your sleep suffers.
My dreams suffer - last night I dreamt I re-married my ex-husband !!
TsBM sleep walks down the road less travelled.
Yes, and there is a reason it is less traveled. I tripped over a tree root and landed face down in a mud puddle.
The sibling below me took a battery of exams and found them shocking.
Remember, never hit something charged with a metal object.
The sibling below me has invented a battery ram.
No, it's a buttery lamb cutlet, mmmmmm.
TsBM licks their chops.
Ya gotta have the chops to play the licks.
The Sibling Below Me doesn't speak Hipster Doofus.
Yo, man. Ain't tha da troof.
The sibling below me got so lonely he called 911.
And then 912, 913, 914, 915..........
TsBM is always first on the scene in all murders at home and abroad.
Call me Jessica Fletcher.
TSBM has a crush on Barbara Cartland.
Well, who wouldn't.
The sibling below me prefers rock and roll to rock salt.
Call me a relic, call me what you will...
The Sibling Below Me once sat on a rocker.
Maybe.
TSBM's papa was a rolling stone.
Yes, and my auntie was a piece of slate.
TsBM has lost count of their past lives.
There were so many cut and past(e) jobs that memory did not last.
The sibling below me feels like a cheap rerun.
I can almost hear the canned laughter.
TSBM is now looking for monsters under his/her bed.
They are much less frightening than the ones on the tv.
TSBM wishes Monsters, Inc. would pick his/her door some night!
I hope they could help me to get rid of the vampires (and their little helpers the gnats/mosquitos).
The sibling below me think they woud refuse since monsters don't fight monsters as a matter of principle.
I find the Munsters terrifying too.
TsBM worships the Addams family.
I have shrines set up to Wednesday, Morticia, and Cousin It, although the hair burning on the last one isn't done that often.
TSBM is scared of Argon.
You mean The Eye of Argon?
I have actually read worse.
The sibling below me had the naked stranger coming during Atlanta nights.
* elects to not touch that ^ * :o
:giggle:
Ok, i'll bite on this one. :mrgreen:
Coming was strangER. NayKed), with bOO.ts, of, many kinds. Lay their did she with mutch.,! flwsh.
TSBM loves the Twilight books, and would defend their literary importance with their life.
The life of the books you mean?
I guess with some vigorous lecturing the essence and the lard (Schmalz) could be neatly separated. End result: a slim but rich in content modern teen novel, a thick mormonogical treatise on angst and enough extracted fat to feed the poor for months to come.
The sibling below me agrees that with proper lecturing the Quran could be reduced by at least a third without losing any substance (due to the countless cut-and-paste repetitions of the published version).
I find editing my own stuff challenging enough. Plus, I wouldn't want to mess with the purported author of the Quran.
The Sibling Below Me could edit some Mother Goose down to the basic essence.
Crone in shoe
turned into goo
by Cthulhu
Boo!
The sibling below me did not remember any Great Old Ones in those stories
No I don't, but I do remember Old Mother Goose being partial to calamari.
TSBM plays quoits with squid rings.
I find that if the squid rings are deep fried and the goal is someone's mouth this can be quite enjoyable, especially at a formal banquet.
The Squidling Below Me objects to this barbaric practice.
Only if it is also barbatic
The sibling below me boards only bearded
I saw a bee boarding a bearded iris yesterday.
The Sibling Below Me beads beards.
I do have a beard, and it is long enough to vaguely bead. My Charles I moustache, though, isn't yet long enough to bead, and will have to wait a while.
TSBM boards planes commando-style.
Well, I would, but the airport guards took away my toy gun and plastic knife.
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The sibling below me plays cowboys and aliens.
Make that cowardly boys and aliens.
The sibling below me is opposed to Girl Cower
Being female is not for sissies, believe you me.
The Sibling Below Me runs like a gull.
Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
The sibling below me can't find Nemo.
Is that a city in China?
TsBM has feet of clay.
And a brain made from hay
Both of my hands are left
Of charm I am tot'lly bereft
I can't even rhyme
Since all sounds the same
The sibling below me thought that chimera was a Greek island* when (s)he first heard of it.
*or in German a horse doing winter sports (Ski-Mähre)
No, I didn't: I'm well aware that it's a fruity wine from Sakhalin.
The Sibling Below Me likes to be there.
I would like my name to end with -there indeed.
But not being of the Anglo-Saxon (in the older non-WASP sense) persuasion that is not an honest option.
The sibling below me widely prefers ye olde Anglo-Saxon accent to that of modern Saxony.
Hwæt! We Gardena in geardagum,
þeodcyninga, þrym gefrunon,
hu ða æþelingas ellen fremedon.
Oft Scyld Scefing sceaþena þreatum,
monegum mægþum, meodosetla ofteah,
egsode eorlas.
Compared to
LO, Lob der Tapferkeit der Menschen-Könige
von Speer bewaffnete Dänen, in Tagen lange beschleunigt,
wir gehört haben, und was die Ehre athelings gewonnen!
Oft Scyld die Scefing aus squadroned Feinde,
von manch einem Stamm, riss die Met-Bank,
awing den Grafen.
No contest!
TSBM lives under the sea.
Yes, we toadfish walk around on the ocean's floor, so it might be said we live more under the sea than in it.
The Sibling Below Me lives over the sky.
Well, under it actually.
TSBM agrees with Roly that the Old English knocks spots off the German Translation - if TSBM is Swato, he will also spot that the translation is a bit wacky, to put it mildly.
Indeed. It looks like the babelfish tried his fins on something older.
I am sure that I had the standard German translation in hands just a few days ago but I can't locate it currently.
This outdated one might do
Hört! Denkwürd'ger Taten von Dänenhelden
Ward uns viel fürwahr aus der Vorzeit berichtet,
Wie Könige kühn ihre Kraft erprobten.
Der Garbensohn Scyld hat oft grimme Feinde,
Viel mutige Krieger vom Metsitz verjagt
Und Furcht verbreitet.
The sibling below me ponder the meaning of this:
Verdaustig wars, und glasse Wieben
Rotterten gorkicht im Gemank;
Gar elump war der Pluckerwank,
Und die gabben Schweisel frieben.
I didn't have to ponder very long. An excellent version, IMO, but a translation...?
The Sibling Below Me prefers squidlings to slithy toves.
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QuoteHört! Denkwürd'ger Taten von Dänenhelden
Ward uns viel fürwahr aus der Vorzeit berichtet,
Wie Könige kühn ihre Kraft erprobten.
Der Garbensohn Scyld hat oft grimme Feinde,
Viel mutige Krieger vom Metsitz verjagt
Und Furcht verbreitet.
Looks splendid to me - you hit the right tone OK.
Squidlings definitely taste better :mrgreen:
Most attempts to translate Jabberwocky fall flat because they do not manage to keep close to the text while keeping the meaning. As a result they are either dreadful or the whole explanation by Humpty Dumpty has to be rewritten.
At the end of this page http://www.systemischestrukturaufstellungen.com/jabberwocky.html there are three versions. I peronally prefer the Enzensberger one and still can recite it from memory.
The sibling below me works on a translation of Gilgamesh into Old English,
I am not up to that task; however, I do admit to wishing more than once for a 'side-by-side' translation of the Epic of Gilgamesh.
TSBM has almost cracked Linear A.
Yes, I dropped the disk and had the carpet not been so soft it would have broken. The museum curators would not have been happy in that case. The were unhappy nonetheless and do not let me near the original anymore.
The sibling below me has bought his or her kids an Antikythera mechanism set for Xmas. They still had not finished the assembly by Easter.
I haven't been so disappointed in them since they gave up on their Great Wall of China model after only two miles. Ingrates.
The Sibling Below Me wants to be laid to rest in his/her own Great Pyramid.
I'll settle for a burial mound:
(http://images.travelpod.com/users/grizzly/rtw_2004.1280600228.1_gyeongju---burial-mounds.jpg)
The Sibling Below Me doesn't like Mounds and would prefer to be interred in an Almond Joy.
Hey... sometimes you feel like a nut!
Sometimes I don't.
TSBM has always fancied his/her own set of canopic jars.
Maybe, but I still don't have any canopies to put in them.
The Sibling Below Me knows that interred means being in deep shit.
Quote from: pieces o nine on April 11, 2012, 10:11:24 PM
TSBM has always fancied his/her own set of canopic jars.
I always liked the view from the canopy
http://images3.cinema.de/imedia/8909/1808909,WQZy%2B_3zKEKqOXl5vO6kkN3__LI8A6RGT2pvaepNS%2Bwukgr0i6X53wH4ohwA3gAOZmSGjIltu8m8%2BputdBgbSg%3D%3D.jpg
Quote from: Sibling DavidH on April 12, 2012, 09:22:03 AM
The Sibling Below Me knows that interred means being in deep shit.
No, it means between commies
(inter-red). But for many that's essentially the same.
The sibling below me once considered joining the magenta party
I wanted to do the Time Warp (http://www.imdb.com/media/rm1195481088/ch0037011) again!
The Sibling Below Me hangs out with Riff Raff.
Only when I'm alone or with friends.
TSBM is never alone.
This is true because I have Multiple Personality Disorder.
No you don't!
Yes I do!
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The sibling below me is actually a character from the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
People mistakenly believe this but in actual fact I am a character in The Prisoner (remake) (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Prisoner_(2009_miniseries))
TsBM has a picture of themselves in the attick.
Well actually there is a Mercedes ad above my door (falsely) claiming that the package includes me.
The sibling below me favors a Tata over a Tatra
I'm tatas over teacups over tatas.
(I'm a heterosexual aesthete.)
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The Sibling Below Me misread the word "aesthete" and thought I wrote something else.
Aren't you the person that sends people to sleep in operating rooms?
The sibling below me thinks that is actually the weatherman
How do I weather the weatherman?
TsBM lacks a vital organ.
The only pipe organs I could get were made from metal or dead wood.
Unfortunately the Orgeltatzelnase (a polyrhinous species of the rhinogradentia or snouters mammal order) is extinct.
(http://www.sivatherium.narod.ru/library/Stumpke/pics/27.gif)
http://www.sivatherium.narod.ru/library/Stumpke/pics/27.gif
The sibling below me puts sticks his or her nose where it belongs only
Btw, here is the whole book in English translation
http://www.sivatherium.narod.ru/library/Stumpke/book_en.htm
Please. I don't put sticks in my nose. Just the occasional dainty pinky finger. Oi is a loidy, Oi is, Oi is.
The Sibling Below Me sticks it where the sun don't shine.
Yes, I was a keen potholer, was I.
The Sibling Below Me is all on the surface.
Subcutaneosity is so messy.
TSBM is pro-dermist.
I change my entire skin every 7 years. Next time I am going for the crocodile look.
TsBM drinks crocodile tears.
torn crocodiles in mountain dew - superb (but not for the small purse, I assure you)
The sibling below me sells human skin bags to reptiles.
Alligators find them awfully convenient for carrying their lunches around.
The Sibling Below Me supplies human hair to the ostrich's hat shop.
This is but the beginning of my plans for world domination, continuing with selling sand to the Middle East and coals to Newcastle.
TSBM lives in Newcastle, and was looking for coal.
Old King Coal was a Merry Old Sole
TsBM has six souls.
Quote from: Roland Deschain on April 16, 2012, 11:55:18 PM
This is but the beginning of my plans for world domination, continuing with selling sand to the Middle East and coals to Newcastle.
Actually, the main import of Saudi Arabia from Scotland is sand. No joke. In SA they have only very fine sand unsuitable for e.g. sandblasting, so they have to get it from somewhere else. Scotland seems to have the perfect grain size and hardness.
Quote from: Griffin NoName on April 17, 2012, 03:23:40 AM
TsBM has six souls.
I had a few soul-splitting experiences too much.
The sibling below me is working on patented soul glue
Now if only I could find those Horcruxes I hid many years ago.
TSBM thinks that the crux of their horror is a historical event.
I find many historical events rather horrifying, especially when they have been written by the victors.
The Sibling Below Me writes history for the losers.
Someone has to stand up for those original Prussians.
They got wiped out so vigorously that we do not even exactly know the language they spoke.
All we remember is that guy in a shabby blue uniform that lived half a millenium later and did not speak German either.
The sibling below me thinks that the blue (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prussian_blue) is the only worthwile thing to have survived.
It is a beautiful blue, the color of twilight.
The Sibling Below Me knows the color of daybreak.
Not by choice, I don't! ;)
TSBM is a fellow member of Carpe Noctem.
And a sworn enemy of Carpet Obnoxious Inc. too.
The sibling below me thinks that fashion is a satanic plot
No, just a commercial plot.
The Sibling Below Me is a dedicated follower of fashion.
No, I am not a fashist!
The sibling below me would like to become a bazoocero.
Not sure if I hve the bazooms for it...
TSBM is sure.
Had them constructed to specification so am totally sure.
TsBM whistles at workmen on ladders.
But I stop at walking beneath those ladders.
The sibling below me will break a mirror hearing that
Only after I have found a black cat.
TsBM thinks time runs backwards.
I see groundhogs everywhere and clocks smashed because they ran into obstacles lacking eyes on the back.
The sibling below me finds him- or herself in a Dali world regularly
There's nothing regular about my Dali world.
TsBM has replaced their eyes with poached eggs.
Poached does were the wrong size and got the cops on me
The sibling below me uses striped glasses
Aha! Yes, the very first polaroid sunglasses back in th swinging 60's or was it 70's? Or was it the 50's? oh the nostalgia (http://lumarie.hubpages.com/hub/MarvelousCentury19501960).
TsBM has no memory of anything before the present moment.
I am and will be. Who cares what was?
The sibing below me has invented the perfect amnesia inducer but the GOP stole it
Whats worse is that I keep forgetting to sue them.
The Sibling Below Me knows a boy named Sue.
I do know a man named Sue, Stanley Sue, he wrote a book all about cultural competency in counselling and psychotherapy. A jolly good book which I have.
TsBM believes loggers in Amazonian rain forests should go on Mastermind with thhe special subject : ecology
Turn them into bloggers instead.
The sibling below me thinks that blaggards would do
'Tis true that blaggards would do, but blaggards do only in a pinch.
TSBM has a collection of blaggards in their dungeon.
blockheads please
The sibling below me is a part-time halberdier
I am in the halberdier hall of fame. (I'm the only one there, as I kind of killed everyone else off.)
The Sibling Below Me will axe a question.
Unlike with married people there is no confusion about which battleaxe is involved.
The sibling below me sees this as a mere ex-cuse (http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kuse).
Of course, it will force me to take the turn-pike.
TSBM has been in NJ
I neither write for nor appear otherwise in that magazine. Not a reader either.
The sibling below me once was caught reading a commie rag in brown territory.
You mean like reading a Ché T-Shirt in Mexico? ;)
TSBM has seen more offending T-Shirts.
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NJ Magazine (the one about fine dining)? I was just referring to New Jersey...
I was actually thinking about national journal (although of course I knew that you meant the Garden State).
About any GOP campaign shirt is more offensive than Ché.
The sibling below me has seen the elephant.
Pink ones, yes.
The Sibling Below Me is a devotee of the Invisible Pink Unicorn (bless Her Holy Hooves).
Unfortunately the Blue Oyster made a bid for my Made in China soul I could not refuse.
The sibling below me relaxes in the oyster cloister
That's where Oi foinds me pearls o' wisdom!
The Sibling Below Me has found a pearl of dunderheadedness.
All I did was open the GOP website.
TSBM holds extremely conservative views.
Yep, and when I holds them up to the light I sees all the holes in their logic.
The Sibling Below Me has fallen down the rabbit hole.
Deep enough to fall out of a wombat hile on the other side.
The sibling below me is still digging
No gold yet, but lots of taters.
The Sibling Below Me likes their taters.
Not on the Rincewind level but maybe like Sam Gamgee.
The sibling below me thinks only Germans and Irishfolk eat them (while civilized people turn them into booze).
I loiks me taters in both solid and liquid form. Mmm... taterific!
The Sibling Below Me has become intoxicated with a tater.
and it left me all in tatters
The sibling below me washes his/her car(s) him/herself.
And it takes ages to soap myself up for the task.
TSBM was once caught with a chicken, a bottle of washing-up liquid, and a pair of handcuffs.
That was never proven.
TSBM doesn't need proof -- s/he has Faith!
I have faith (or was it certainty?) in the system's (in)ability to accomplish anything.
TSBM has a different set of beliefs.
I've had several, in fact.
TSBM believes that consistency is the hobgoblin of small minds.
Sometimes hobgoblins exist, sometimes not, depending on how I feel. This statement is true. And maybe sometimes false.
TSBM has fairies at the bottom of their garden.
But even that did not improve the soil
the sibling below me thinks that hobgoblins make better manure than fairies
I don't know about better, but they certainly make more of it.
The Sibling Below Me prefers to leave their little dead bodies to rot in the compost heap for use later as an overdressing.
It's a new thing for me -- I ran out of quicklime and I'm not allowed to pour any more concrete patios.
TSBM has an extraordinary specimen of Exquisite Corpse.
Wrapped in the swaddling used to wrap the baby Jesus in (he was a large baby, don't you know), and with their internal organs stuffed into Canopic jars. It is said to belong to an Empress of long ago, resurrected in this modern age, and living in the Ocean o' Sand.
TSBM likes to say, "It's Alive!" a lot.
No, it is "It's a living". People often ask why I do what I do
The sibling below me is a great expert on Whatido
I am indeed. I know Whatido, and several other Japanese words.
TSBM is currently conjugating.
Conjuagation should be leagaly equal to metriage
the sibling below me declines
I'm inclined to decline.
The Sibling Below Me has a gravity problem.
constantly. I'd have much use for a gamma adaptor
The sibling below me is slighthearted enough to do without such a device
(Is that the thing the mad scientists used in Buckingham Palace in The Beatles' movie "Help!"?)
I do not practice slight of heart.
The Sibling Below Me puts her/his heart to the grindstone.
and my spleen to the wheel.
TSBM lives in the moment.
The state of moment-OM
The sibling below me is a zenophobe
I find the state of nirvana unnerving.
The Sibling Below Me has Some Nerve.
Yes, about five feet of spinal cord. It used to belong to my Granny and now we use it for tying up the donkey.
The Sibling Below Me would have been the sibling above me if they had posted a bit earlier.
I'm only 2 days, 13 hours, and 38 minutes late.
TSBM is always late, late, for a very important date.
A date with Death.
TSBM thinks I'm deluding myself.
It's difficult to turn down a date with Death outright. I've generally countered by offering to meet for lunch, or a movie, a quick stroll around the park...
TSBM has his/her ways as well.
It definitely does not involve a quick trip to Aleppo by camel.
The sibling below me would like to meet Death's cats.
Who said I want Death angry with me?
TSBM has a pathological fear of being mauled by cats.
I am not aware that cats can handle mauls.
The sibling below me grows catnip
I did, but my cat nipped it all and went to join Death's cats for a nap on on Death's sofa.
The Sibling Below Me wonders if the hounds of hell eat in hell's kitchen.
I've often wondered this, but when I was invited to Hell for dinner last week, I found out that the hounds of Hell make lovely dinner guests, moving the polite conversation onwards towards elegance.
TSBM thinks i'm crazy.
Nah, the only people whom I think are crazy are the ones that don't think they're crazy.
The Sibling Below Me wears a shirt that reads: "I'm the sanest person alive."
No, it has a few eddic verses saying that one should keep one's mouth shut, if one has no idea about anything. That way it may not get noticed.
The sibling below me prefers obscure Biblical quotes for tshirts
My 'no golden mice and emmerods' is an enduring favorite. :)
TSbM is world renowned for his/her humility...
I am especially humble when I have landed squarely upon my posterior.
The Sibling Below Me has a square posterior.
And I just love wooden seats.
TSBM is has a pain in the buttocks.
I sat on a hot potato.
TsBM swims with lions.
I insist that they wear bathing caps, though.
The Sibling Below Me has designed a bathing cap for a chicken.
I just slightly modified their flyer caps and goggles
The sibling below me plays chicken with ducks.
The nearest i've managed to get to a successful session has been a half-hearted "Clack".
TSBM performs Frankenstein-like experiments on Ducks.
only after Moreauesque stuff became morally untenable
The sibling below me is for vivisection of viruses
Except for the screaming.
TSBM has toyed with a probiotic diet and antibiotic medical regimen.
Wipe 'm out then overrun the survivors!
The sibling below me has yet to meet an antibody.
That's true. Everyone I know is probody.
The sibling below me thinks that alcohol should be sold by prescription only.
Since proscription did not work prescription may.
The sibling below me prefers propanol.
No, I'm apenol.
The Sibling Below Me thinks there was an ape on the grassy knoll.
Misspelled, it was the EPA (which is so evil it could be there even before Nixon)
The sibling below me auditioned for the Red Army Chorus
But I could only sing the blues.
The Sibling Below Me knows how to sing the greens.
Singe! I love flamethrowers.
The sibling below me has a portable minefield
Yeah, it's called my freakin' mouth! :-[
The Sibling Below Me knows how to defuse a short temper.
Only in temporate climates.
TsBM flies in the face of fortune.
Then she munches me.
The sibling below me knows when to drop the ladder
Yeah, when it's going up my stockings.
The Sibling Below Me dances with the girl with the hole in her stocking.
She never claimed to be a virgin.
The sibling below me doubles down on double entendres
My immature and ribald sense of humor makes me double over for them, but I try not to bend over backwards for them. That gets me in trouble. Don't ask me how I know.
The Sibling Below Me will now instruct us on how to do the Happy Friday dance.
You put your left foot in, your left foot out, you do the hokey cokey and.................... oh not that one?
TsBM had their voice box altered to disguise themselves at concerts
Indeed I did, and have been called up on stage to sing with many famous artists such as Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, and Black Sabbath.
pssssst: TSAB has forgotten to throw down a challenge to TSBH
This may be one of the few times in life I haven't felt challenged!
The Sibling Below Me can flake out with the best of them.
Knapping is more stylish than flaking.
TSBM can knap with the best of them.
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TSBM catches Zeds for a living.
It was intentional not to challenge TSBM. Honestly...
No, I catch badgers. And newts.
TSBM couldn't catch a cold...
so I took one from the pack out of the fridge. (dental surgery needs as much post-operational cooling as a nuclear reactor).
The sibling below me protests against this comparision because (s)he was a dentist in the Fukushima area.
You can tell from my mutant teeth.
The Sibling Below Me knows a mutant sea shanty.
Cthulhufication not yet finished, sorry.
The sibling below me herds goats on Good Friday.
I am always careful to keep them on my left.
TSBM knows why the sheep must stay on the right.
That's were mindless followers tend to end up.
The sibling below me had expected an apolitical answer
Not really...
TSBM knows when to break free-associate and when to conform to the hive mind.
When each is his/her own hive
The sibling below me gives hive fife.
If you mean I donate honey bees playing the bagpipes to charities, then yes.
TsBM always chickens out on the top diving board.
Well, you have to clear the poultry off before the board gets too slippery.
The Sibling Below Me sits on a board.
and guard the hoard for some old lord. I'm very bored.
The sibling below me sibyls on the sideline
Yes, when forced to sit on the sideline I tend to form a cheerleading squad from my multiple personalities. Our pyramid formations have won trophies.
The Sibling Below Me remembers the Mod Squad.
One black. One white. One blonde.
TSBM still rocks out to that ^ theme song...
I probably would if I could remember it! :-[ ;D
The Sibling Below Me is a glamorous undercover policeperson.
There is no way on this green, brown, yellow, and blue planet that I would ever want to become a police officer, and I completely repudiate the above comment.
TSBM repudiates their feet.
Only when I'm walking in the street without shoes.
TSBM wears vandal sandals.
Only when my Goth Gear is being cleaned.
TSBM fancies a nice chapeau.
On préférerait un château.
The Sibling Below Me is worried that I might drop something nasty on their head.
Like bad vinegar or corked wine.
TSBM drinks screw-cap wine.
Only when my head isn't screwed on straight.
The Sibling Below Me has a separate foil cutter for the reds and the whites.
I won't be foiled by foil!
TSBM enjoys the smell of the cork more than the wine itself.
I can never smell the cork, especially when it has wine all over it.
The Sibling Below Me smells the beer bottle cap.
I also lick the inside of the beer bottle clean.
TSBM can fit their head inside a beer bottle.
But then I'd have to pour out all the beer!
The Sibling Below Me takes beer baths.
Bear not beer (I do not like the latter)
The sibling below me is missing the letter 'n' on his/her keyboard.
Yeah, I keep hitting B by mistake...
The Sibling below me strokes furry things when depressed.
Beating bears always leads to excitement.
The sibling below me always wears mismatched socks
They match my mismatched feet.
The Sibling Below Me wears horse shoes.
Well, there is iron in them.
The sibling below me sells stiletto-heeled shoes for horses (=to be used by horses, not taking horses as payment)
They are useful for seeing over tall hedges.
TsBM uses their sixth finger to dig stones out of horse's hooves.
I consider myself quite open minded but not to that point.
TSBM is aghast contemplating the possibilities.
I'm aghast at contemplating almost anything. Just the act of contemplating pretty much blows me away.
The Sibling Below Me rides the four winds.
They pull me in all directions.
The sibling below me will sow what (s)he has reaped.
But I never ever reap.
TsBM twinkles their toes.
Tinker Twinkle-Twinkle with them.
TSBM uses his/her right foot.
...but it usually ends up in my mouth.
The Sibling Below Me wants to enter a hot dog eating contest.
but .I stand to inherit a fortune from my autocratic grandafather if I stay vegetarian.
TSBM feels socially nadequate because they have never been stalked.
I was, once. It was an inadequate experience.
TSBM has no adequacy issues.
I feel quite adequate, thank you very much.
Last TSBM contemplated buying a large SUV Post
Nope, I have a passion for small SUVs. The smaller the better. In fact, matchbox suits me nicely.
TsBM has so many passions they get them all in a muddle.
No, all passion has been replaced by a kind of resigned befuddlement.
TSBM does not cut the mustard at cocktail parties.
Simple reason: I never attend cocktail parties
The sibling below me did not invent the infinite improbability drive because (s)he did attend.
Probably not.
TsBM wears clothes suitable for cocktail parties to political protests.
I like to look my best while being dragged off to jail.
The Sibling Below Me feels uneasy in a speakeasy.
Ich bin ein Festredner, ich rede mich immer fest.
The sibling below me will find an English equivalent to that pun
Of course I talk to myself. Who else listens to me?
The Sibling Below Me looks forward to every opportunity to use the Bing Translator.
Yet, I miss BabelFish.
TSBM enjoys Fractured French.
Mais oui, it's just a sprinkling for the May Queen.
I miss Fractured Fairy Tales, too.
The Sibling Below Me has a flying squirrel for a friend.
Call that flittering windspawn of a rodent a friend? Think I don't know he's been hoarding his nuts from me for years?
TSBM has committed a ghastly indiscretion in a public library.
I picked up a blacklisted book. Men in black have been following me since.
TSBM is one of those (wo)men.
Well, I am certainly following after your post above.
TsBM finds their way around by smell.
Unfortunately no. My out of shape nasal septum has side effects that make the nose a highly ineffective navigation aid.
To the one above: I only wear black on Sundays, the tenth of February and official holidays (not many of those left).
The sibling below me got his/her dirty fantasies awakened when he/she first heard the term 'missionary position'.
"Gimmee that old time religion, it's good enough for me."
The Sibling Below Me is on a mission of pizza.
Pizza makes any mission worthwhile.
The Sibling Below Me thinks everything should be sold by the slice.
How did you know that I was considering becoming a surgeon?
The Sibling Below Me wants to change jobs.
Who? Steve Jobs? What would I change him for?
TsBM runs around in Tigger costume.
Only in the winter. In the summer it's too hot and I'm more inclined to "Sphynx".
TSBM has other means of keeping his/her cool...
Captain, iceberg ahead.
The sibling below me wonders where the phrase 'cold steel' comes from since blade temperatures have little effect on their fighting efficiency.
(and don't come up with musket references. That's hot lead, which again seems to have little to do with the real temperature of the metal)
I'm guessing it's the cold color of steel, maybe as opposed to the warmer hues of gold and copper?
The Sibling Below Me is an alchemist.
Swato is the alchemist but he will confirm that making gold out of a different heavy metal is drastically more expensive than mining the stuff.
TSBM just sold his/her shares of Rio Tinto.
I'm investing all that money with a little old lady that bakes pies for bake sales.
The Sibling Below Me wanted to make baked Alaska, but couldn't find a large enough pan.
If I baked Alaska I'd have to have a state dinner. I am not fond of such occasions.
The sibling below me is for annulling the sale of Alaska based on some technicality (before reviewing the Louisianna purchase too).
I am against annulling the sale entirely, but think an annual sale would be exciting.
TsBM knows a lot about annual sales.
I know more about anal sales. Everything has to be just so or I'm not buying.
The Sibling Below Me is having a hissy fit over this comment.
I'm getting all retentive and psychorigid.
TSBM was contemplating the alternative.
Expressive and psychoflaccid?
The Sibling Below Me is mentally walking in a spiritual garden.
If you mean getting delirious, I might soon.
That vaccination is supposed to come with high fever.
The sibling below me has a cold fever.
...and hot fusion to combat it.
TSBM is still debating cold fusion.
Isn't that the same as con-fusion?
The sibling below me has a rather short fuse.
It is rather selective, my wife manages to make it very short...
TSBM is impatient with the impatient Post
If I ran a hospital I'd be impatient with the inpatients
The sibling below me loves iontophoresis
Less painful applications are always welcome.
TSBM lives under the mantra: No Pain, No Pain!
I thought the anti-Randian mantra was Nope, Ayn!
The sibling below me is puzzled by non-linear puzzles.
Space and time are hard enough by themselves.
TSBM jumps like a kangaroo.
In and out of the court.
Why no wallby courts btw?
The sibling below me jumps only rays but never sharks.
I get jumpy about rays and flighty about sharks.
TSBM swims for pterodactyls.
Mmmm! A nice juicy pterodactyl.
TSBM has little green men running round their garden.
They help pollinate the veggies.
The sibling below me wears an aluminum foil hat.
I heard it stops one getting Alzheimer's.
TSBM skins zebras before breakfast.
It's necessary to break them in fast.
The sibling below me would prefer another colour scheme for zebras.
Purple and pink paisley.
The sibling below me spends their afternoon watching bees.
The only bees I have seen recently were in a Futurama episode. Currently only killing flour moths.
The sibling below me would be deadly afraid of flying cats.
And any fool knows a dog needs a home to shelter from cats on the wing.
The sibling below me thinks Hitchcock's "The Birds" was a documentary.
At least as far as gulls and crows are concerned it could well be. But Hitch pepped it up a bit with songbirds. Is he anything different from Disney there?
The sibling below me is chief lawyer and spokesbeing of the lemming anti-defamation league.
Lemmings. Don't dis the lemmings.
The sibling below me thinks asparagus is nature's perfect food.
Sauce made from it is nice. The stuff itself? Not so much.
The sibling below me likes the special specific smell and colour of urine after eating asparagus.
Mmm no, I don't eat asparagus, I don't like asparagus much, and I can't fathom how that can smell.
TSBM OTOH has noticed the particular smell [of urine] after drinking espresso.
I do not drink that stuff. I am more of a tea guy.
The sibling below me is more of a teak guy
I teak I taw a puddytat
A creeping up on me........
TSBM is over-familiar with Sweetie Pie
Actually no, could you tell me what exactly is sweetie pie?
TSBM will patiently explain.
Tweetie Pie is mentioned just after the INSTRUMENTAL INTERLUDE
https://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20100202132359AAIRtZF
TSBM invented an interactive braille screen for his/her laptop.
No need, braille interfaces have been around for a while (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Refreshable_braille_display).
TSBM is training to use the vOICe (http://www.seeingwithsound.com/).
Yes, I really love the Bene Gesserit.
And remember, fear is the mind killer.
The sibling below me thinks Yoda is a Harkonnen spy.
But where is the valve?
TSBM thinks that's what killed General Grievous.
I thought it was Major Mayhem who killed General Grievous.
The sibling below me knows the future is only a moment away.
The one thing that is the closest to you but can never be grasped.
TSBM is thinking on mathematical paradoxes.
That's because I am ingenious.
TSBM paid the piper.
In advance, but he never showed up.
TSBM uses a more humane form of pest control.
Actually my pest control man put down poison (true fact. called them out last week).
TSBM poisons pest controllers.
Poisson equations will tell you how.
TSBM is tired of math references.
But all reference systems are influenced by mass.
The sibling below me is also wary of relativism
Particularly at very high gravity wells (ie, close to a black hole).
TSBM is still trying to extract energy from Hawking radiation.
No, I have switched to radioactive hawks now.
The sibling below me is working on rocket propelled greyhounds.
I'll make a fortune chasing robotic rabbits around the track.
The sibling below me is delighted with being quantum entangled.
Entanglement is finite, eventually each particle goes its own way.
TSBM can't bear the thought.
Particles should get up close and friendly.
TSBM uses spent fuel rods as drinking straws.
Only for energy drinks.
The sibling below me decided to take a break from obeying the law of gravity.
And I'm floating awaaaaaaaaay.........
TSBM doesn't trust space tourism.
Black holes are nothing but sophisticated space tourist traps
The sibling below me has come to the Wong place.
Cantonese wings are not what they used to be.
TSBM would rather eat dragon wings.
I thought one beats not eats them. Does a cowardly dragon have chicken wings?
The sibling below me is an anti-Bagelian gastrosophist.
Actually I do like bagels so that wouldn't work for me.
TSBM has problems digesting cream cheese.
More with cream than cheese.
The sibling below could say the same about dog biscuits.
I haven't got to that point.
TSBM ate canned cat food at some point.
Canned soup yesterday
The sibling below me (who was the one above me) thought about spam there.
Not really, canned soup is a thing around here as well, just loaded with sodium.
TSBM rather eat potassium.
A soup without salt is like an assault without a rifle ;)
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I rarely eat gunpowder
The sibling below me is an iron eater (Eisenfresser)
Not that much liver on my diet, although I do eat spinach in my salads.
TSBM has more stringent dietary requirements.
A strict diet of lentils and brass nails.
The sibling below me once ate a Jeep.
A toy one, almost, but they took it from my mouth on time.
TSBM has eaten other toys in his/her youth.
Half-Swallowing a magnetic dog nearly killed me, no joke.
The sibling below me only knows horseshoeshaped magnets.
When I was a kid that was the case as that was the way those were portrayed in comics. Later it took a while to see one of those in real life.
TSBM uses rare earth magnets instead.
Well, the Earth is rare (there's only one) and it is a great big magnet...
The sibling below me wants to move to a different planet.
If Mars was possible it would be interesting, in the end it's a problem of energy, if you can get to one of those craters with water you can create O2 as well, and from there veggies and a hard and frugal life, but a possible one.
TSBM realizes how far fetched that sounds.
Sounds about as likely as Heaven and Hell.
The sibling below me has pre-paid for admission to the Beer Volcano.
I also got some coupons for the river of Chianti, the problem is that I would rather have a nice Tuscan instead.
TSBM prefers the wines from the southern hemisphere.
Well, as long as there's some nice cheese to go with it.
The sibling below me whines about the lack of flying cars.
Specially while stuck in traffic.
TSBM has the flying machine but not the flying permit.
I'm thinking of hitching a lift on a drone.
TSBM uses drones to spy on his neighbours washing line.
One has to make sure the sheets are really really white.
The sibling below me ran out of bleach for his brain after watching "God is Not Dead".
No amount of bleach would do, therefore I didn't even try.
TSBM OTOH believes that the Bill Maher's of this world are too rude with believers.
On occasion. Some with good arguments, some just for the sake of it. No worse than their opponents though in most cases.
The sibling below me would love to get rid of the extremists on all sides (without having to take extreme measures).
That is not possible because extremists don't go away quietly.
TSBM would make them go in their sleep.
That might be like herding cats. I say shoot them all.
TSBM hates fascist animals.
Merecat Hitler is the worst.
The sibling below me makes flower arrangements out of old sweat socks.
To contain the roots of the flowers.
TSBM finds the smell of flower arrangements suspect.