Last night, many families who weren't holding new years parties or outside banging pots and pans raced to the couch just before midnight to watch thousands of other people watching the huge, sparkling, metal ball drop down its metal pole, while an announcer in the background counted very slowly. Once it reached the bottom, people screamed at the top of their lungs, and fireworks shot off the top of the building.
The question today is, couldn't there be a more exciting way to enter the new yea
I got Christmas presents four days ago, and since going with the flow and actually writing a list would be way too much work, I just grabbed a mechanical pencil and began scribbling.
Maxilos!
Wait... Hydraxon... I always get those two confused...
Turakii
Up until 1:07 AM last night, Hydraxon was just another unconscious Bionicle in a box, unable to feel his legs. (That might have been because the pieces required for his hands were packaged in a separate bag.) He sighed, grateful for the breathing holes in the bags, and wished desperately for a courageous, beautiful, and smart female hero to trace his kidnappers, discover his prison, and rescue him.
Even as he uttered this thought (or would have, if he'd had a mouth), a slender hand pried its
Antroz/Lessy and I were happily writing back and forth about anything and everything. He gave me a link to topic which he found funny, so I randomly clicked it, and we continued our merry chat.
Since my email wasn't open, I decided to scroll up on BZP, click my username, and see if I had any new comments. So I scrolled up.
And froze.
"Uhh... Lessy? I'm logged in as you..."
Several screenshots for proof later, I got his permission to blog in his blog. We kept hypothesizing, while I oc
Every Christmas, treasured TV programs show up on the television screen, ready to be watched by children and parents alike who are eager to get into the Christmas spirit with a good, rousing half hour of "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer."
But there is one program about which there has been much controversy, and now, we're afraid, we may have proof that it is in fact a bad influence on kids.
First off, there's the well-known theme song, which as everyone knows, begins with a bit of history
On the Twelve Days of Christmas, My True Love Gave to Me...
December 25th
Dearest Dave,
I went to the door today, and the postman delivered a partridge in a pear tree. This was a delightful gift! I couldn't have been more surprised or pleased, darling!
With truly the deepest love,
Agnes
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December 26th
Dearest Dave,
Today the postman brought me yet another of your sweet gifts. The two turtle doves that arrived today are adorable, and I'm delighted by your thoughtful and
I feel rather special--- I'm the fifth highest female poster!
Exo's got me beat for third by several thousand posts, though...
Speaking of which, you'll never guess which evil Hapori is on the top of the top posting males!
Turakii
Today, I looked out the window and wondered whether a cotton factory had exploded and how its explosion had brought down the temperature outside. After running several complicated analysis tests, I realized that it was in fact not cotton, and, at last, the white powdery stuff we had long anticipated had arrived...
Look at that! It's almost enough snow to build an entire city of snow forts and an army of snowmen to boot! It snowed it snowed it snowed it snowed... SPLAT! *Gets hit with sno
Nancy Drew awoke early one Saturday morning and sighed happily. "At last! The weekend is here! A day all to myself!"
The talented, smart, gorgeous, blue-eyed, titian-haired eighteen-year-old sleuth, who was the daughter of the famous lawyer Carson Drew, skipped downstairs and pulled out a frying pan to make an omelette. The phone rang loudly, startling her into dropping the pan. She raced to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Nancy!" gasped the voice on the other end. "This is Mr. Rogers, a postman f
Something strikes me as missing... or maybe it's something I'm forgetting... I can't quite place my finger on it... It's just this small sense of loss, but whatever it is, it probably wasn't important enough to cause major grief. Still, I can't escape this feeling that something near catastrophic just occurred and my appropriate reaction should include much screaming and running in circles...
...
Oh, well. While I'm figuring out what it might be, I might as well go answer some PMs.
T
Alright, so this blog needs a name. A title. A name-like titley-thing.
My current temporary name is actually related to another member's blog name: A Cordak Blast to the Head. I'm assuming that would hurt. Really hurt.
But I'm not quite happy with my title right now (maybe because it sounds more like a topic about accidentally pinching your fingers in Carapar's claws than a blog), so I came up with a list of possible names. I don't know which one to choose, though, so I'm putting it right
Have you ever observed, as you happily devour your latest fast food meal, that Macdonalds hamburgers are usually only the size of a Wendy's or Burger King hamburger if you stack at least two on top of each other?
Now, common suspicion is that it's company policy for every hamburger to be thoroughly pounded flat before served to the customers. While that certainly does prevent the condiments from falling out, and does leave more room in the bag for french fries, it also makes it near impossibl
It's awesome! And I'll bet it's twice as awesome if you have any idea what you're doing!
I'm Supergirl321, owner of the lovely sticker module containing a carefully positioned Pridak staring at a pretty red car. I'm also practically clueless, except maybe in the art of deleting messages, because I already managed to fill up my mailbox in my two days of membership. If you're signed up and want to add me to your friends list, feel free.
Turakii
What!? What!? That was my epic! That was my novel! That was my life's work! I spent years just perfecting the typos! What!?
*Runs in circles screaming and throwing shreds of paper.*
Turakii
This is a secret message embedded in this entry for reasons unrevealed by Military Command. Its purpose is unknown, and General Panic (who accepted the invitation to make a guest appearance above) hypothesized whether a purpose was ever in existence. Anyone who discovers this secret message gets the
One... two... three... four...
Has it actually been proven the man must walk down any paths at all? What if he lives at the bottom of a hill? He'll be stuck at the same point in life and will be an utterly purposeless question forever, because his number of paths will be forty-two less than the answer to life! The poor guy!
Also, what happens if you live in the center of a circular park? How do you know where the first path ends and the second begins? How do you know when to stop? What i
I can't think of what to name my blog. It's been LarryBoy's Powerful Larry-Lair since last October, so I want something more original. But not too "deep," so "Fall Into A Paradox, Wonder How You Got There" is out.
I also can't think of a single interesting thing to blog about. I am completely brain-dead. I'm sorry... I think the computer's pixels temporarily disabled my imagination...
The answers to the last blog entry:
1. Sharpay in High School Musical, singing "What I've Been Looking
