HA! I bet you weren't expecting a blog today! (Well, you did until you stopped expecting it, since it's rather late!) We'll you're wrong, even though you were right, but now you're wrong. Which means I was right, until you thought me wrong, even though I didn't intend to be wrong, but no one really intends to be wrong by the way, since I pretended to be right. And I thought I was, but I was wrong, until now, which is the time when I return to being right. Until of course you once again are
The time machine is built, but I'm too lazy to try it out. So I believe I will talk about beliefs. Crazy beliefs to be exact.
Why do people believe such crazy things? Like the world is flat, the universe was made from someone's nose, and my homework WASN'T eaten by my dog? Because it was in their fortune cookie. That's right, everything people believe nowadays came from a fortune cookie. In fact, there once was a cookie that said "Stop listening to fortune cookies." But no one read the
Since I've been annoying people by doing a lot of ideas-out-of-nowhere entries, I think I'll do some more!
Isn't it strange how lots of ideas seem to come out of nowhere? I think that ideas come from another dimension, sort of like a Blue Heck. There's nothing there, except for ideas, floating in an endless void, until they are pulled into people's heads by science. (See previous entry on Science.) And people wonder where they come from. Or maybe there's more to the place than just a voi
BREAKING NEWS FROM THE FRONTAL LOBE:
The contest from Monday is still open, peoples! You could win fabulous* prizes!
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Well, I have nothing to do right now, so I'm going to attempt more science, like the last few posts. Science is good. But what is it, you say? Well, thanks to our hours of research, we here at Tums' Pre-Frontal Cortex are willing to educate the oblivious in the wonderful ways of Science.
Science is what fuels our cars, lights our homes, powers ou
We're going on the ultimate quest to find where the entire tribe of Mr. Saturns have been kidnapped to!
Combining the circuts of the Time Washer 3000 into the Good Ship Shipplygood, we will be able to venture into the Whole Sort of General Mish-Mash, otherwise known as the time-space continum. When we reach the period in time where they were kidnapped (not to stop the ir kidnapping, mind you, that would probably erase me from existance!) and locate their prison.
Then, Velika and the recon
Okay, the Mr. Saturns agreed to let me have the blog on weekends, just in case I get the BotW. I mean, it'd be embarassing to win an award for a blog titled "Saturn Valley." So, Friday through Sunday, it's mine.
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I have to admit, this blog is more fun than I thought it would be. All I’m really doing is posting random stuff and evilly lengthening it. For example, I could do this entire blog on cheese. Cheese, a solid form of curdled mammary fluids, only contains six letters, seems difficult to make an evilly lengthened paragraph about, but if you think about it, cheese, comes in many different types. For example, Wikipedia claims that there are over one hundred types of cheeses made all over the world
Wow. After all of this time complaining that no one leaves comments, I find out you were replying, I just had to approve the posts first.
I feel like such a newb!
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I wonder what would happen if you attempted to put together a Bionicle figure with a Staff of Fusion. Likewise, could you diffuse Tahu to take him apart?
Probably not without messing up his anatomy.
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Remind me tomorrow I have to finish scanning Ga-Metruian some key points of Makuta's instructions.
Nevermind. By posting it, you don't need to remind me.
So...
Nighty-night!
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Okay, we have one more day until the big "BotW" award. (The Saturns will post in orange today, just because it takes a while to put together their type.)
Boing! Boring Tumsy Man wants award! La, la, la. Then he be Boring Tumsy Aqueduct if he win! We no want win. Akwedukt hard to, zoom, spelling! Too tough. We no like. Go on strike if win, we do! Or sell blog. We own bloggy timeshare! Ding-
Yeah, that's great, Mr. Saturn. We-
No, no! That Mr. Saturn over there! Me not him!
Happy Easter!
For those of you who don't celebrate Easter, happy weekend!
For those of you who don't celebrate weekends, happy anything!
For those of you who don't celebrate anything... you're no fun.
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