The Sibling Below Me...

[Sibling Chatty]

Especially this version.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QcKn2vgKA9g&mode=related&search=

The sibling below me was just glad it wasn't Disney.

[Swatopluk]

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.

[Alpaca]

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."

[Opsa]

"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".

[Pachyderm]

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.

[Scriblerus the Philosophe]

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.

[Alpaca]

I also enjoy cavorting and gamboling.

The sibling below me ends up in awkward situations by confusing gamboling and gambling.

[Swatopluk]

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

[Alpaca]

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.

[Scriblerus the Philosophe]

It would make sense.

The Sibling below me will sing it for us while doing the Safety Dance.

[Pachyderm]

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.

[Alpaca]

Indeed. 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.

[Scriblerus the Philosophe]

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

[Alpaca]

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.

[Sibling Chatty]

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.