glowing and chundering
Beers flows, men chunder
Women glow, men plunder.
You crossed the streams, Oates.
18 posts • joined 9 May 2007
I'm a bit concerned about subliminal, or even liminal, messages hidden in Mr Page's stories.
As soon as I read that last line about drinking booze, I had an almost irresistable urge to crack open a beer.
Surely the potential for millions of Reg readers to do Mr Page's bidding is far more frightening than any half-arsed nuclear catastrophe.
Yep, sex offenders should definitely be sent to Australia. It still makes as much sense as it did when the English were sending convicts there in the 18 century...
A beautiful tropical and sub-tropical paradise with almost unlimited resources, endless sunshine, plenty of land for everyone, and the world's best beaches.
That'll teach em.
Really, if you were to hit anyone with the force of 1 Norris, their face should implode and their teeth should scatter through the air, drawing beautiful enamel arcs through the golden evening light. I believe the definition of a Norris is 1 or even 2 orders of magnitude off.
Once, a pelican exploded outside my place of employment, blacking out the power to our building, and setting fire to some scrubland near a drainage pond.
From what we could tell, the unsuspecting avian had landed on a power line, had himself a big stretch, and touched two cables with his wings. The resulting short flashed his fluids to steam, blew his guts open and sprayed roasted pelican intestines for metres around, while he fell, burning, to end up draped over a low fence among tall grass below the power line.
Interesting morning, that was.
His pelican girlfriend was still over in the pond, alone and sad. Those birds mate for life, I'm told.
Two Californians write comments in response to the story. One is articulate and makes a lot of sense.
The other one is the reason the USA isn't doing so well in public opinion polls around the world.
As for the fires - I agree with Mr Cummngs. I come from sunny Western Australia, which faces similar issues. It too is covered in species of flora which require a good, hot bushfire to open their seed pods. People build in the bush out here at their own risk, and routinely lose their houses as a consequence.
Nevertheless, losing your home is a hell of a trauma.
Not being a TV watcher, I've missed the TV coverage, so I'm not bored of the story yet. I didn't even realise there was a fire issue at the moment, to be honest. Bugger.
As a sound engineer, I routinely send and receive MP3 files over the internet, using all manner of protocols. They're mostly my recordings or recordings made by friends or colleagues of mine. A lot of them are songs, some are sound effects, some are individual elements of either.
None of them have had their rights assigned to the RIAA.
MP3 can be used for purposes other than ripping off the music industry. Someone needs to point that out to them.
Dear Richard Kay
Do you think it would be at all possible to cram any further logical fallacies into one argument? Or is that why you started resorting to ad hominem attacks?
In paragraph 2 alone, you imply that somehow evolutionary theory is supposed to explain abiogenesis (it has never claimed to), and then link that in the most beautifully schizoid way to the anthropic principle. Sweet.
Your last paragraph shows your true colours wonderfully. Cheers for that.
Metric doesn't mean you lose out on beer.
In Australia there are 2 main sizes of beer: 285mL and 570mL. In my home state they're called "middies" and "pints." In Victoria a middie is called a "pot," but then all Victorians are weird anyway. The middie is half a pint.
New South Wales has an even better size, the "schooner," which at 425mL is absolutely right for the hot aussie climate. Big enough to hold its chill, but not so big that it takes too long to drink, so you don't have to deal with warm dregs.
Who says you have to have 500mL of beer in a glass?
Go here for more info on the genius of aussie beer sizes:
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