|Tuesday, March 6th, 2007|
Sometimes a crackpot on the Net
Sometimes a crackpot on the Net
With vehemence and foaming mouth
Doth from the dark a fire beget
And draw the whole discussion south.
Sometimes the thundering caps-lock cries
Of babe-devouring Hitler's clone.
By Usenet's laws the battle dies
And leaves the flame to fade alone.
Sometimes with sounds of 'u' and 'plzzz'
A voice cries out that knows no shame
And rising from the mouths of babes
Still ring the sounds that make us flame.
So sometimes in the dead of night
The words are typed, and all unsought
By LCD's soft silver light
I post the thing that I should not.
|Wednesday, February 14th, 2007|
A game of four for you
I want you to make me fan work on that mage kid with the scar. It may have a plot idea you made up. I will not tell you what to put in it. Any plot idea is fine, even when men have kids. But it must be safe for kids who are not of age to read.
-- The Sith
|Tuesday, December 26th, 2006|
Bad Idea Brigade: Internet Pictionary
How it works:
* Someone shall post requesting a word or phrase or whatever challenge they desire. They shall screen comments.
* When they get a word or phrase or whatever they shall note that they have got one and more are not necessary. If they get multiple they can deal with it however they want - choose one, take the first one, do more than one...
* I like cheese.
* They shall post a graphical representation of the word or phrase. Photos, clip art, etc. are fair game.
* People shall guess and the first to get it right shall be informed of this fact.
What do you think?
|Thursday, December 7th, 2006|
Here's a warm-up.
Comment on this post. Use the nonsense word of the previous commenter in a sentence. You may change the verb tense, etc. Follow this with your own nonsense word (in the same comment).
You may play more than once (as many times as you like). Also we would like to remind you that you can watch posts now, so you don't need to wonder if anyone's responded. Just click the pushpin on the comments screen.
|Thursday, October 26th, 2006|
This month, Wired magazine asked a bunch of authors for six-word science fiction stories
. This seems like a fun exercise to try. Here's one or two to get started.
Science fiction? Don't believe-- Aaa! Lasers!
To defeat filters, spam becomes sentient.
I welcome our new cockroach overlords.
Ozone hole? It cooks my breakfast.
|Monday, August 21st, 2006|
|Sunday, August 13th, 2006|
You didn't want to know, but now you do
I did a Google search for dadaist humor. I found a discussion forum. In it, I found the following statement:
And I didn't say I didn't like him. I just hated his urinal.
Unfortunately, it made sense in context.
Your mission, should you choose to accept it: For my enjoyment, compose a raunchy dadaist pun.
|Wednesday, April 5th, 2006|
She looks like a swimmer
Even better in a swimmer in a summer
Manager asks if she'd like a Coke
She said how do I do a breast stroke?
|Tuesday, September 20th, 2005|
I know you're out there...
The Northie girls are boring,
The Westies kind of fun;
But Eastie dames are burning flames
So who's the hottest one?
|Monday, September 19th, 2005|
The chorus is pulled much from memory thanks to Rennaisance faires; Other contributions are my own, and I want yours.
And so, me hearties, let us sing!( BawdyCollapse )
|Saturday, July 23rd, 2005|
Some possible upcoming software titles:
A filemaker pro replacement: OpenFields
An archiver for making self-extracting archives: OpenSea
A missile launcher: OpenArms
The Web site for archiving open-source projects whose developers have abandoned them: OpenEnded Current Mood: bad
|Thursday, February 17th, 2005|
On 13 February, my geek-humor calendar had the joke
"Remember when Windows were washed, Mice were trapped, and Unix guarded the harem?"
My officemates and I decided that they missed a lot of other good ones.
"...macs were driven by truckers?"
"...apples grew on trees?"
"...you found shells on the beach?"
"...you found stacks in the library?"
"...bugs belonged to phylum Arthropoda?"
The floor is open for further nominations. I'm amused to see what people come up with.
|Sunday, January 9th, 2005|
|Tuesday, December 7th, 2004|
I found a journal, dated "long ago",
Which said "Two lonely sonnets, waging war
Were written once. Nearby, a wordy foe
Had skewered all with limericks before.
Much groan-inciting wordplay, meant to show
One's cleverness and humour, all would write.
The enigmatic, literary guns
were unleashed upon this site.
Now in the title bar these words appear:
My name is battle_of_wit
, Pun of Puns,
Look on my Works ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing was posted since. The fruitful Minds
That once so jokingly composed such fare
Have turned to other things, of other kinds."
|Saturday, June 5th, 2004|
|Wednesday, May 12th, 2004|
|Friday, May 7th, 2004|
Look at the last journal entry on this group people. C'mon, where's that wit?
|Thursday, May 6th, 2004|
Poetry War (first response establishes a topic)
Lo, gather round and fain prepare;
Contest with will upon the page.
Come, deeds to sing or dark despair
To follow acts upon this stage.
Lo, who amongst this teeming horde
Has wit enough to stride aloft?
What metered refrain oft adored
Dares pass rude gauntlet's ire unscoffed?
Herein throw i down mail-ed fist;
Choose topic and suit word to deed,
Defend a viewpoint to the list
Or raise issue with what you read.
No limits shall i put to form,
No rules shall i enforce on thee,
But lest ye fear stylistic storm
Care take, or burn in agony. Current Mood: silly
|Wednesday, December 24th, 2003|
|Thursday, November 13th, 2003|
Purpose: To have a discussion in poetic form about some topic. Choose your own meter. This is not a war. There is no competition. All comments should do something to develop a position or reconcile some positions, but there are no rules.
Tis often spoke, by those in woe,
'Tis better to have loved and lost';
Mayhaps they simply do not know
That knowledge brings another cost.
Afore romance we live in bliss,
The unknown harms us not at all,
But after one innocent kiss
Our world is changed beyond recall.
The lonely pain of failed romance
Is due to traitor memory.
Tis better then in ignorance
Than suffer through this malady.
For in this world, all that is good
Will leave a void where once it stood.