Okay, so the slogan thing was cute while it lasted, but popular opinion indicates that the good old taglines randomizer is the preferred form of under-the-logo funny here at Hue-Impaired Waterfowl Central. While I was at it, I tackled a lot of the tagline backlog. Yes, that’s right… the tagline file is now even bigger (and, arguably, better) than ever.
Share and enjoy, won’t you?
Is it just me, or are some three-day weekends actually shorter than their normal, two-day counterparts?
I could use for this particular weekend to have lasted, oh, a few days more. Seriously. Le sigh.
You wouldn’t think that it would take very long to get from SE 39th and Gladstone to SE 34th and Belmont by bus, especially when you get to the bus stop just in time to catch one. Today, you’d be wrong, however. Did you know they’re doing paving on 39th? I didn’t. I do now, though. We couldn’t even get off the bus at Belmont.
Our destination? The Tao of Tea, a nifty little hole-in-the-wall tea place (go figure). Of course, we almost missed it due to the hustle and bustle of… the Belmont Street Fair, taking place one day only… today. Of course.
This is the sort of wacky luck I tend to have. It makes life more flavorful, I suppose, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Oh, and the coconut mint frappe was pretty good. (Seriously? The size of the tea menu borders on the mindboggling.)
Getting to play a City of Heroes character through to Level 50 in under five minutes is, in a way, quite a fun experience. In the last day or so I’ve built a half-dozen characters, thanks to the CoH Planner.
I suppose now I should actually… er… play the game, huh?
Do you love “The Princess Bride”? What about “The Lord of the Rings”?
If you do, and the thought of seeing what happens when quotes from one are used in scenes from the other offends your delicate sensibilities… well, tough luck.
The Inn of the Prancing Pony:
HOBBITS: Who are you?
STRIDER: No one of consequence.
HOBBITS: We must know.
STRIDER: Get used to disappointment.
HOBBITS: Okay.Ithilien:
GOLLUM: Good night, hobbitses. Good work. Sleep well. I’ll most likely kill you in the morning.Tomb in Minas Tirith:
DENETHOR: I am the Dread Steward Denethor. There will be no survivors!
GUARD 1: Now?
GUARD 2: Not yet.
DENETHOR: My men are here. I am here. But soon you will not be here!
GUARD 1: Now?!
GUARD 2: Light him!Outside Minas Tirith:
WITCH KING: Good heavens. Are you still trying to win? You’ve got an overdeveloped sense of vengeance. It’s going to get you into trouble someday.
EOWYN: Hello. My name is Eowyn. You killed my uncle. Prepare to die!
[…]
EOWYN: I admit it, you are better than I am.
WITCH KING: Then why are you smiling?
EOWYN: Because I know something you don’t know.
WITCH KING: And what is that?
EOWYN: I am not a man!The Tower of Cirith Ungol:
FRODO: Sam, I’ll tear your arms off.
SAM: Oh, you mean this Ring.
Oh, just go read the whole thing, won’t you?
Gustav (yes, the Gustav) sent me the following bit of amusement. It’s an Engadget homage, of sorts, to the heady days of yore, back when we engaged in all sorts of wild speculation about what computing technology would be like in the years to come.
You know, ‘cause we don’t do that sort of thing nowadays. Ahem.
Anyway, read and enjoy, won’t you?
