Thursday, April 02, 2009
The two-hundred-and-sixty-fourth post
Hello, to all you nice puppies and girls out there, it is once the being of the 24 hours April Fools, and I am back, the completely serious nonrandom personality, here to edutain you!
Oh, goodness, where do I begin? The economy? Fashion? Hot dogs and frankfurters? Never mind, what matters is that for one whole day you get experience irrandomosity courtsey of this fine fine blog! Keeping in line with the traditionally solemn facekeeping of the occasion, I feel that perhaps a Bach sonata might be in order--perhaps Fugue in A Flat Minor.
Oh, what is that? What that you are saying to me? It is? No--it is not? Not the day of the April Fooling? In all seriousness? It passed? Yesterday--passed--it yesterday--was already? Happened? Oh, I am so abashed!
This, boy oh boy, this is deriously being the discombobulatory for me, moi, ourselves. Words simply fail to express the depth of my mortification caused by these circumstances. For I am late. Late indeed.
Continued elsewhen! For surement! And no doing the random thinging! Just all seriousnessositiness!
TODAY'S BOOK: "All Things Bright and Beautiful", by James Herriot ((c) 1974)
Oh, goodness, where do I begin? The economy? Fashion? Hot dogs and frankfurters? Never mind, what matters is that for one whole day you get experience irrandomosity courtsey of this fine fine blog! Keeping in line with the traditionally solemn facekeeping of the occasion, I feel that perhaps a Bach sonata might be in order--perhaps Fugue in A Flat Minor.
Oh, what is that? What that you are saying to me? It is? No--it is not? Not the day of the April Fooling? In all seriousness? It passed? Yesterday--passed--it yesterday--was already? Happened? Oh, I am so abashed!
This, boy oh boy, this is deriously being the discombobulatory for me, moi, ourselves. Words simply fail to express the depth of my mortification caused by these circumstances. For I am late. Late indeed.
Continued elsewhen! For surement! And no doing the random thinging! Just all seriousnessositiness!
TODAY'S BOOK: "All Things Bright and Beautiful", by James Herriot ((c) 1974)
Labels: april fool
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
The one-hundred-and-twelfth post
Hello again, happy little camper boysies! We is being very happy again with the pointing and the typing and oooo it is being just exploding fun! Jeskloppel!!
Ahem. Pondering once more whenct I have came to come before you, you see, it is very taxing. Taxing even for a specimen unbottled of unparallel smartitude of which as you see before all of you children. But barrel and carry it I must, this weight of a thousand yokes, as I ponderous bring unto you the happy tiding of, once more, a completely normal post. Random is out. I am in! And I bring much of the muchy muchness of glad things and whatnot and so forth! Getting back in line, I add that Steven Spielberg does not knowingly associate with this... stuff. I do not know why.
Adjusticating my special reading glasses, I am have coming to the conclusion that you sweet cheeked ninnies still contain no iotical comprehension of the geniosity of him which is that me. I! Cower and tremble mighty mortally. Send all fan mail to my humble advisable lackeys to deal with. I of course cannot be bothered to sort through such a hill-mountain myselves. Carry on with your wildnesses of inuderstandability. Back to the rotten routine shall be mercifully mercifal and slash or sweet. For tonight we dine in a smoking-free zone. The end is nigh.
TODAY'S BOOK: "Honor to the Hills", by Eileen Charbonneau ((c) 1996)
Ahem. Pondering once more whenct I have came to come before you, you see, it is very taxing. Taxing even for a specimen unbottled of unparallel smartitude of which as you see before all of you children. But barrel and carry it I must, this weight of a thousand yokes, as I ponderous bring unto you the happy tiding of, once more, a completely normal post. Random is out. I am in! And I bring much of the muchy muchness of glad things and whatnot and so forth! Getting back in line, I add that Steven Spielberg does not knowingly associate with this... stuff. I do not know why.
Adjusticating my special reading glasses, I am have coming to the conclusion that you sweet cheeked ninnies still contain no iotical comprehension of the geniosity of him which is that me. I! Cower and tremble mighty mortally. Send all fan mail to my humble advisable lackeys to deal with. I of course cannot be bothered to sort through such a hill-mountain myselves. Carry on with your wildnesses of inuderstandability. Back to the rotten routine shall be mercifully mercifal and slash or sweet. For tonight we dine in a smoking-free zone. The end is nigh.
TODAY'S BOOK: "Honor to the Hills", by Eileen Charbonneau ((c) 1996)
Labels: april fool
Sunday, April 01, 2007
The forty-sixth post
This being now April Fools' Day, a day of fun, fun fun fun, I have a fun louse located in my extra-shiny hair somewhere. I shall now demonstrate how a genius such as I myself am can give the unexpected surprise by acting completely normal and ir-random, thusly bewildering the poor unsuspecting reader, such as yourself. You. You adorable little whatever-you-are, the one without any eyebrows whatsoever. Who, having expecting much and muchness more random things in my blog of bloggage, is now instead trapped in a fate of reading material that is totally normal.
Oh, you poor, deluded, unsuspecting forgivable reader! Crouch before my awesome geniosity and ponder! Yes, crouch, I do dare say. I'm a very busy man, placing to go, things to attemptate. I shall arrive shortly. Never again shall you see such a glory as my unfettered normalcy. Bask, I command you! Now, where was I? There seems to be an overabundance of normalcy here right now, at this moment in time, per se. This is definitely quite a good joke, would you not agree, foolish eyebrowless reader on whom this clever April Fools' prank is? I shall ever assume you as being petrified in astonishment as the total lack of lack of context. Now, I must leave. The end is nigh.
TODAY'S BOOK: "The Listerdale Mystery", by Agatha Christie ((c) 1934)
TODAY'S MOVIE: "The Aristocats", from Disney (1970)
WWWW2?: Chuck Norris.
TODAY'S WEBSITE: www.shemesh.co.il/cgi-bin/index.cgi Well, my hometown has its own homepage, and, well, this is it. Enjoy. (Hey, lots of towns don't have personalized websites! I'm allowed to be proud of ours, aren't I?)
Oh, you poor, deluded, unsuspecting forgivable reader! Crouch before my awesome geniosity and ponder! Yes, crouch, I do dare say. I'm a very busy man, placing to go, things to attemptate. I shall arrive shortly. Never again shall you see such a glory as my unfettered normalcy. Bask, I command you! Now, where was I? There seems to be an overabundance of normalcy here right now, at this moment in time, per se. This is definitely quite a good joke, would you not agree, foolish eyebrowless reader on whom this clever April Fools' prank is? I shall ever assume you as being petrified in astonishment as the total lack of lack of context. Now, I must leave. The end is nigh.
TODAY'S BOOK: "The Listerdale Mystery", by Agatha Christie ((c) 1934)
TODAY'S MOVIE: "The Aristocats", from Disney (1970)
WWWW2?: Chuck Norris.
TODAY'S WEBSITE: www.shemesh.co.il/cgi-bin/index.cgi Well, my hometown has its own homepage, and, well, this is it. Enjoy. (Hey, lots of towns don't have personalized websites! I'm allowed to be proud of ours, aren't I?)
Labels: april fool
