Raiser's Rambunctiously Rambling Random Banter #98

[Player_Zero]

Don't be late, Curly! Don't be late!

I'm currently re-reading Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy.

Also, I'm getting used to my new computer, whom I've lovingly named GLADOS.

...I see it! I see the future! The replies! They're all... References! Oh god! It's horrible! The overuse! What can we do to avoid this nightmare?!

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[CurlyKitGirl]

Meh. It's only quarter of a mile away. Made it with three minutes to go. To do what? Watch the last of A Man of Four Seasons.
Then again: we finished our masks in Classics!

Quick question: How many people know the song Walking Down Canal Street?

[Player_Zero]

Well, I don't... Besides what wikipedia tells me.

Here's another question: Where's Wally?

[Phase]

Where's Wally?

Right behind you! Oh my gods! Run!

[Thufir]

I could give you several accurate answers to that question, but all of them would require me to go get the books, and I can't be bothered.
Edit - curses, Phase ninja'd me, and in more amusing fashion, as well.

I don't know the song either, Curly.

[CurlyKitGirl]

Well here it is. It's a refrain song. You know, one person shouts the line and the rest sing it back. I'll italicise the sing-back. Also, it's a bit crude so read at your own risk.

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Seriously, this is a bit dirty. Read on knowing this.

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Walking down Canal Street
Walking down Canal Street
Knocking on every door
Knocking on every door
God damn son of a bitch
Couldn't find a whore
God damn son of a bitch
Couldn't find a whore

Finally found a whore
Finally found a whore
She was tall and thin
She was tall and thin
God damn son of a bitch
Couldn't get it in
God damn son of a bitch
Couldn't get it in

Finally got it in
Finally got it in
Wrigglin' it all about
Wrigglin' it all about
God damn son of a bitch
Couldn't get it out
God damn son of a bitch
Couldn't get it out

Finally got it out
Finally got it out
It was red and sore
It was red and sore
And the moral of the story is
[name]'s mum's a whore
And the moral of the story is
[name]'s mum's a whore

And the reason I remembered this is because a guy on the bus home was teaching it to someone and it brought back a memory of the last time I sung it. 'Course, when I came back from Belguim from our Y11 History trip when we came home and saw the island/castle in the bay someone started that song and we all joined in.
What does that say about us? And where we live? It was one am though; and the teachers did stop us after the second verse.

[Player_Zero]

One of the chemistry teahcers at my school taught me some pretty crude jokes on the German trip... His name was Mr. Crowley, incidentally.

He also walked into people's lessons at random and lighted strips magnesium he carried around... And he also did a lot of the cooler explosive experiments for no reason, too... He was everyone's favourite teacher... Now he works at Trent University, I believe.

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...It turned out Wally wasn't behind me... He must've slipped away when I was turning around... He's a crafty one that Wally.

[randman22222]

One of the chemistry teahcers at my school taught me some pretty crude jokes on the German trip... His name was Mr. Crowley, incidentally.

He also walked into people's lessons at random and lighted strips magnesium he carried around... And he also did a lot of the cooler explosive experiments for no reason, too... He was everyone's favourite teacher... Now he works at Trent University, I believe.

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...It turned out Wally wasn't behind me... He must've slipped away when I was turning around... He's a crafty one that Wally.

I had the most amazing chem teacher ever in tenth grade. His name was Mr. Bright, and he would splode stuff up every couple of weeks. Like one time, he poured... ethanol... I believe... into one of those water fountain giant barrel things, and shook it up until it all evaporated. (And it was quite a lot.) And then covered the barrel.

He then got one of us to hold a long match and knock the cover off of it, and light the gas inside at the same time. THAT was loud. And it blew some of the ceiling panels clean out.

And then he had a small half-liter bottle of water which he cut the bottom off of. He then attached to top to a gas hose, and poured some water into it at the same time running some sort of gas through the hose. He let it make a ton of gas bubbles, and then threw a match in. It made a pretty mushroom-shaped fireball for some reason.

Ahh that class was amazing.

[Player_Zero]

Done the ol' gas bubble trick where can light your hand on fire? That was pretty fun...

Ohhh... And what was that one that looked really cool? Hmmm... Aspartate? ...Something like that, anyway... Well, it burns in a really cool-looking fashion.

[Skippy]

...It turned out Wally wasn't behind me... He must've slipped away when I was turning around... He's a crafty one that Wally.

Y'see, Wally's position is determined by Heisenberg's principle. If you watch it, it changes, so you can't see him.

[Jibar]

What ever happened to Nizlopi? Their first album was so good, once you got past the sharp contrast with the JCB single.

This is also one of my new favourite films ever.

And, yay! I'm not getting kidnapped tonight!

[Tempest Fennac]

What do you mean about getting kidnapped, Jibar?

[CurlyKitGirl]

This small island in the Atlantic has sentient weather! It's wonderful weather up till Thursday. Friday ets steadily worse until precisely four fourteen pm. One minute before the end of the day.
And pours down until about ten.
Saturday has been just rain.
And radio says Sunday'll be far wetter before clearing up in time for . . .college.

Stupid weather god.

[Player_Zero]

Rain is the best weather. Doesn't it just make you feel better? The cascade of tiny water droplets forming a brilliant chaotic pattern as the sky cries?

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[Tempest Fennac]

I'm fine with it as long as I'm indoors. When I am, I find thunder storms to be comforting for some reason.

[Haruki-kun]

I love rain. I love water. I'm always happier on rainy days. I wish it would rain again.

It reminds me of last Thursday... My friends and I were bored and found a can of Snow-in-a-can in my mom's car, and had a sudden idea. We went to a store, got two cans of it each, then had a snow war with it.

It was over in like 10 minutes, but totally worth it. Then, of course, we washed ourselves.... and proceeded to throw buckets (*ahem*, bukkits) of water at each other and shoot each other with a hose.

We're like 5 year-olds.

'Twas a fun day.

Of course then I wish it rained so that we would all get more wet.

[CurlyKitGirl]

Well you come from a hot place. It's understandable that you love rain. But when it rains twenty four hours a day, eight days a week, fifty four weeks a year it's understanably a bit . . . vexing.
Also, I've discovered a great love for Romantic poetry (note the capital before you even dare thinking I mean lovey-dovey tripe) and especially the opening two lines of On the Sea by Keats.

[Player_Zero]

It's even better when it's really pouring it down... I wish it was always raining... Or at least, I would, if that wouldn't mean extensive flood damage.

[randman22222]

Well you come from a hot place. It's understandable that you love rain. But when it rains twenty four hours a day, eight days a week, fifty four weeks a year it's understanably a bit . . . vexing.
Also, I've discovered a great love for Romantic poetry (note the capital before you even dare thinking I mean lovey-dovey tripe) and especially the opening two lines of On the Sea by Keats.

I lived in Singapore a while. It thunderstorms enough that it actually has the highest number of lightning strikes per year. And yet, I love the rain still. Now I miss it, having moved to the UAE.

[SoD]

Rain is good. The most content I can ever remember being: I was riding my bike to college, it's only about 5 kilometres, but involves a big hill. I'm going up that hill, Dainis (Crazy Russian) is way ahead (as always), and, as I ride up, the bus goes past, I wave at my friends (as always). Etc. etc. etc. I'm tired (as always) and hot and sweaty. Then. It rains. Pours, the skies open up, I'm drenched within seconds. And I felt so happy. It was bliss.

[CurlyKitGirl]

No, I do like the rain. But it's sense of irony and deliberate decisions in creating bad weather on good days gets on my nerves.
Y'see, it's the constant, interminable, unending, persistant steady rain that annoys me. It doesn't sound beautiful like heavier rain; it doesn't look as beautiful as a soft, silken drizzle floating out of the sky coating everything in unborn rainbows; it's not exciting like thunderstorms dancing lightning across the sky stage.
It's just dull and ever so grey.

And I've broken one of my nails partially so I've got to rip the whole thing off. Best of all: it's at the quick so one of my longest nails will be the shortest and the skin below the nail will be longer than the nail.
My pre-claws are ruined.

[bosssmiley]

You had to lick the last boss foot for about half an hour non-stop to kill it... Seriously.

Also, for those who didn't know, the bosses of each level were feet. You had to lick them with your snake-tongue multiple times in order to destroy it.

Hmmm. Author Service/Fetish Fuel much?

Then again someone somewhere gets sweaty and breathes heavily at the thought of Katamari Damacy...

Unrelated: thank goodness the forums are working again. Dullest week ever without you lot to keep me entertained as I inhabit my daily tornado of paper.

[Player_Zero]

Hmmm. Author Service/Fetish Fuel much?

It was a floating disembodied foot. You were a snake thing that ate nibble-pibblies. I don't think ANYONE has done something like that to it, even considered the vast scope of human perverseness.

[Thufir]

I like rain. Earlier I went for an hour long walk in the rain. The fact I was wet didn't actually bother me until I got back into the house. Also, I had my umbrella in my jacket pocket, I just didn't use it.

[Phase]

For some reason, I was just stuck with the urge to flash freeze a snail.

Then I realized that I don't have the means, the snail, or the audacity to kill a gastropod.

If anyone happens to have some liquid nitrogen and a dead snail lying about, would you kindly take pictures please?

[Rawhide]

Did you know that there was

a real "live album." Made as a demonstration for Stevie Wonder's "Journey through the Secret Life of Plants," it featured a layer of blotting paper between the clear vinyl layers that contained Alfalfa seeds. A tag of the blotting paper protruded below the record, and resting the disc on a glass of water with the paper in the water allowed the seeds to germinate and grow inside the record. When the prototype was taken through customs in Canada it was seized by the Department of Agriculture making it not only the only real live album but the only record ever banned by the Department of Agriculture (alfalfa being a prohibited import).

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Picture_disc#Picture_discs

[Jibar]

Wow, nutty.

I hate having bugs in my house.
I don't want there them there, but then I don't have the heart to kill them or move them.
Last time I killed a bug I had to spend 5 minutes watching it wriggle and die, and then spent 10 minutes apologising to the corpse.
I really need some kind of... anti-bug sonar to keep them out completely.

[Tempest Fennac]

I hate anything like that (I really need to get some bug spray before I start at university).

[Haruki-kun]

Wow, nutty.

I hate having bugs in my house.
I don't want there them there, but then I don't have the heart to kill them or move them.
Last time I killed a bug I had to spend 5 minutes watching it wriggle and die, and then spent 10 minutes apologising to the corpse.
I really need some kind of... anti-bug sonar to keep them out completely.

Whoa... that's EXACTLY what I feel! I don't even have the heart to squash a cockroach! (Even though I really want to...) That sonar thing's pretty good, though. I should get one for college.

[Lady Tialait]

hmm, this is the only thread i can do this...so...damnit i'm gunna do it! I DEMAND A MONKEY!..thank you...no wings.