Rudolph the red-nosed torture master
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Bleah X| Where's the fun in not being grumpy?! :mad:
Lets be honest, isn't it amazing how many truly stupid people you meet during the course of the day. Carry around a pad and pencil, you'll have twenty or thirty names by the end of the day - George Carlin Awasu 1.1.4 [^]: A free RSS reader with support for Code Project.
Where's the fun in being grumpy? ;P
**"We must pursue peaceful ends through peaceful means." -- Martin Luther King Jr.
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I thoroughly love Christmas. It is the only time we can torture the sour-pusses of the world with good cheer and merriment.:laugh:
The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little past them into the impossible.--Arthur C. Clark
It's not being a sour-puss at all. It's being sensitive to terrible terrible music. Christmas is lovely. Multiple renditions of The Little Drummer Boy on a daily basis are not. ;P rum pa pum pum, rum pa pum pum, rum pa pum. Something about grown people singing that chorus really does me in. Bianca Wylie
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Where's the fun in being grumpy? ;P
**"We must pursue peaceful ends through peaceful means." -- Martin Luther King Jr.
jdunlap wrote: Where's the fun in being grumpy? It's great fun! Annoying the neighbours, scaring the children, you should try it sometime...
Lets be honest, isn't it amazing how many truly stupid people you meet during the course of the day. Carry around a pad and pencil, you'll have twenty or thirty names by the end of the day - George Carlin Awasu 1.1.4 [^]: A free RSS reader with support for Code Project.
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It's not being a sour-puss at all. It's being sensitive to terrible terrible music. Christmas is lovely. Multiple renditions of The Little Drummer Boy on a daily basis are not. ;P rum pa pum pum, rum pa pum pum, rum pa pum. Something about grown people singing that chorus really does me in. Bianca Wylie
I think that the renditions and styles of Christmas music they pick are tasteless and sometimes annoying, but IMO it's better than what they have the rest of the year, so I don't complain. ;)
**"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." -- Confucius
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It's not being a sour-puss at all. It's being sensitive to terrible terrible music. Christmas is lovely. Multiple renditions of The Little Drummer Boy on a daily basis are not. ;P rum pa pum pum, rum pa pum pum, rum pa pum. Something about grown people singing that chorus really does me in. Bianca Wylie
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I'm sticking with the bit of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" that shows up in the middle of In A Gadda Da Vida...
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You'd better turn back, before the frost sets in. These desert nights are for weathered men, The ones who've already given in...
Don't forget this ever-popular snippet of "Jingle Bell Rock": Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell Rock (extra emphasis on the Rock) Type jingle enough times and, well, yeah it's getting late isn't it?....:) Bianca Wylie
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I see, yeah the same goes for me, the more people asking for stuff, the easier to dismiss the music. Signature under construction.
What type of buisness do you work at? I'm stuck at a grocery store :sigh: between the snowstorm panics and the holiday over eating its been pure hell :doh: Matt Newman If you chose to continue this discussion, I am fully prepared to make you my bitch. I invite you to ask around, and you'll find out that I'm quite capable of doing so - John Simmons on Trolls
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I thoroughly love Christmas. It is the only time we can torture the sour-pusses of the world with good cheer and merriment.:laugh:
The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little past them into the impossible.--Arthur C. Clark
Toasty0 wrote: It is the only time we can torture the sour-pusses of the world with good cheer and merriment This year, there is no peace on Earth, no foods and gifts abundant. For Father Christmas has been sacked and his gnomes are all redundant. Michael Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch Who watches over you Make a little birdhouse in your soul - They Might Be Giants
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At the risk of sounding grinch-ish, I am beginning my usual descent into fear of public places that play non-stop Christmas carols. I was out for brunch yesterday and was going loopy after about 20 minutes. Whenever I'm close to snapping, "come, they told him, pa rum pa pa pum" kicks in, without fail. I fear for my sanity. It's only the 8th. :~ Bianca Wylie
Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, When we come. Little Baby, pa rum pum pum pum I am a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum That's fit to give the King, pa rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum, On my drum? Mary nodded, pa rum pum pum pum The ox and ass [lamb] kept time, pa rum pum pum pum I played my drum for Him, pa rum pum pum pum I played my best for Him, pa rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum Me and my drum. Aged 5 I marched into the family room in front of aunts, uncles, cousins, sister, mother and father carrying my little drum, dressed as a drummer boy and playing to this tune. No shame at that age I tell you :-D regards, Paul Watson Bluegrass South Africa Brian Welsch wrote: "blah blah blah, maybe a potato?" while translating my Afrikaans. Crikey! ain't life grand?
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Taka Muraoka wrote: It is the only time we can torture the sour-pusses of the world with good cheer and merriment. It won't work Look into my . You are feeling happy. Your feet will twitch with anticipation of candy, goodies, and warm cider. Look into my . You feel the warm tingle of happiness enveloping your legs. Look into my ...
The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little past them into the impossible.--Arthur C. Clark
Toasty0 wrote: Look into my . You are feeling happy. Your feet will twitch with anticipation of candy, goodies, and warm cider. Look into my . You feel the warm tingle of happiness enveloping your legs. Look into my ... Nah. I'm getting bad thoughts in my head Jared jparsons@jparsons.org www.prism.gatech.edu/~gte477n
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I thoroughly love Christmas. It is the only time we can torture the sour-pusses of the world with good cheer and merriment.:laugh:
The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little past them into the impossible.--Arthur C. Clark
Toasty0 wrote: we can torture the sour-pusses of the world Dangerously close to goodthinking (George Orwell). Need I say more? Rob Manderson http://www.mindprobes.net **Paul Watson wrote:**What sense would you most dislike loosing? Ian Darling replied. Telepathy Then I'd no longer be able to find out everyones dirty little secrets The Lounge, December 4 2003
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I suggest you go see Bad Santa.
"Insanity runs in my family... It practically gallops." - Mortimer Brewster, in Arsenic and Old Lace
My 20 favorite films:
http://www.ymdb.com/user_top20_view.asp?usersid=8912You're sick. I like you :evil-grin: The tigress is here :-D
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Don't forget this ever-popular snippet of "Jingle Bell Rock": Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell Rock (extra emphasis on the Rock) Type jingle enough times and, well, yeah it's getting late isn't it?....:) Bianca Wylie
For all you complain, you seem to be quite an expert on the subject :laugh: The tigress is here :-D
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Jörgen Sigvardsson wrote: I haven't bought any presents yet, and I wonder how much longer I can procrastinate. Give 'em money. Then they don't have to line up to return the presents that they didn't want :) Jeff Green - Greentrees All pigs fed and ready to fly jefgre@tpg.com.au MSN: jefgre@tpg.net.au
Jeff Green wrote: Give 'em money. Then they don't have to line up to return the presents that they didn't want And if they do, then you're not out of pocket either :-) -- Ian Darling "The moral of the story is that with a contrived example, you can prove anything." - Joel Spolsky
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At the risk of sounding grinch-ish, I am beginning my usual descent into fear of public places that play non-stop Christmas carols. I was out for brunch yesterday and was going loopy after about 20 minutes. Whenever I'm close to snapping, "come, they told him, pa rum pa pa pum" kicks in, without fail. I fear for my sanity. It's only the 8th. :~ Bianca Wylie
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Toasty0 wrote: It is the only time we can torture the sour-pusses of the world with good cheer and merriment This year, there is no peace on Earth, no foods and gifts abundant. For Father Christmas has been sacked and his gnomes are all redundant. Michael Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch Who watches over you Make a little birdhouse in your soul - They Might Be Giants
Michael P Butler wrote: For Father Christmas has been sacked and his gnomes are all redundant. :laugh: Alternatively:
You better not scream, you better not cry You better not shout, I'm telling you why Santa Claus is dead:omg: -- Ian Darling "The moral of the story is that with a contrived example, you can prove anything." - Joel Spolsky -
Michael P Butler wrote: For Father Christmas has been sacked and his gnomes are all redundant. :laugh: Alternatively:
You better not scream, you better not cry You better not shout, I'm telling you why Santa Claus is dead:omg: -- Ian Darling "The moral of the story is that with a contrived example, you can prove anything." - Joel SpolskyOr, from Futurama: Santa Claus is gunning you down!
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Jörgen Sigvardsson wrote: What a shame! I've often wondered if these societies that killed virgins did so to make chicks put out. Can't kill her if she's not a virgin.... Jörgen Sigvardsson wrote: I'm your turbo lover. Better run for cover![^] How your heart beats, when you run for cover. My favourite is 'The Sentinel'. although 'Electric Eye' is also good. My kids sing 'breaking the law'.... Along deserted avenues Steam begins to rise The figures primed and ready Prepared for quick surprise He's watchin' for a sign His life is on the line Dogs whine in the alleys Smoke is on the wind From deep inside its empty shell A cathedral bell begins to toll A storm begins to grow Amidst the upturned burned-out cars The challengers await And in their fists clutch iron bars With which to seal his fate Across his chest is scabbards rest The rows of throwing knives Whose razor points in challenged tests Have finished many lives Now facing one another The stand-off eats at time Then all at once a silence falls As the bell ceases its chime Upon this sign the challengers With shrieks and cries rush forth The knives fly out like bullets Upon their deadly course Screams of pain and agony Rent the silent air Amidst the dying bodies Blood runs everywhere The figure stands expressionless Impassive and alone Unmoved by this victory And the seeds of death he's sown Sworn to avenge Condemn to Hell Tempt not the blade All fear the Sentinel Christian I have drunk the cool-aid and found it wan and bitter. - Chris Maunder
Not soapbox material, honest! Christian Graus wrote: I've often wondered if these societies that killed virgins did so to make chicks put out. Can't kill her if she's not a virgin.... Theres an obscure ditty by the Brobdingnagian Bards all about Dragons and their peculiar diet. Of the top of my head... Do virgins taste better than those who are not? Are they salty or sweet, more juicy, or what? etc, OK, maybe that quote was verging on soapbox material if you have that sort of mind! :-O Iain.
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In our area (southern California), they started putting up Christmas decorations BEFORE Thanksgiving...even the Salvation Army "Bell Ringers" were outside the Post Offices at least a week before Thanksgiving...There are a few homes in my neighborhood that have front yard displays so big and bright, they can probably be seen from the Space Station. :omg: Steve
Here in San Diego, one of the local radio stations started playing 24/7 Christmas music about a MONTH ago...:wtf:
When I can talk about 64 bit processors and attract girls with my computer not my car, I'll come out of the closet. Until that time...I'm like "What's the ENTER key?" -Hockey on being a geek
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In our area (southern California), they started putting up Christmas decorations BEFORE Thanksgiving...even the Salvation Army "Bell Ringers" were outside the Post Offices at least a week before Thanksgiving...There are a few homes in my neighborhood that have front yard displays so big and bright, they can probably be seen from the Space Station. :omg: Steve
Steve Mayfield wrote: front yard displays so big and bright, Reminds me of the Griswalds, "Christmas Vacation".:-D There is a place nearby so bright, we have to look at the other side of the street while driving by.:suss: "For all of our languages, we cannot communicate" - Christy Moore, Natives