In lieu of something directly related to the title, I present to you the following as tacit evidence of its truth.
% nice man woman
No manual entry for woman.
% "How would you rate Quayle's incompetence?
Unmatched ".
% Unmatched ".
Unmatched ".
% [Where is Jimmy Hoffa?
Missing ].
% ^How did the sex change operation go?^
Modifier failed.
% If I had a ( for every $ the Congress spent, what would I have?
Too many ('s.
% make love
Make: Don't know how to make love. Stop.
% sleep with me
bad character
% got a light?
No match.
% man: why did you get a divorce?
man:: Too many arguments.
% !:say, what is saccharine?
Bad substitute.
% %blow
%blow: No such job.
% \(-
(-: Command not found.
$ PATH=pretending! /usr/ucb/which sense
no sense in pretending!
$ drink matter
matter: cannot create
Source
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Things I did today.
Finished Acquiring the latest Heroes and Terminator, The Sarah Connor Chronicles, which I will probably watch sometime after finishing this post.
Got a free lunch at Copeland's Cheesecake Bistro
Found out I in fact do now have a Bachelor of Science in the field of Computer Science.
Gave my leftovers to a dude on the street.
Shot a few e-mails back and forth with some people who were interested the source code from a project [pdf] I thought was finally out of my hands, more or less.
Decided to make a personal blog post for lack of anything that I could write about that would maximize entertainment and minimize negative ramifications.
Got a free lunch at Copeland's Cheesecake Bistro
Found out I in fact do now have a Bachelor of Science in the field of Computer Science.
Gave my leftovers to a dude on the street.
Shot a few e-mails back and forth with some people who were interested the source code from a project [pdf] I thought was finally out of my hands, more or less.
Decided to make a personal blog post for lack of anything that I could write about that would maximize entertainment and minimize negative ramifications.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
The English Lesson
We'll begin with box, and the plural is boxes.
But the plural of ox should be oxen, not oxes.
Then one fowl is goose, but two are called geese.
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a whole lot of mice,
But the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
When couldn't the plural of pan be called pen?
The cow in the plural may be cows or kine,
But the plural of vow is vows, not vine.
And I speak of a foot, and you show me your feet,
But I give a boot - would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?
If the singular is this and plural is these,
Why shouldn't the plural of kiss be nicknamed kese?
Then one may be that, and three may be those,
Yet the plural of hat would never be hose.
We speak of a brother, and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
The masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine she, shis, and shim!
So our English, I think you will all agree,
Is the trickiest language you ever did see. I take it you already know
Of tough and bough and cough and dough?
Others may stumble, but not you
On hiccough, thorough, slough, and through?
Well done! And now you wish, perhaps,
To learn of less familiar traps?
Beware of heard, a dreadful word
That looks like beard and sounds like bird.
And dead; it's said like bed, not bead;
For goodness sake, don't call it deed!
Watch out for meat and great and threat,
(they rhyme with suite and straight and debt).
A moth is not a moth in mother.
Nor both in bother, broth in brother.
And here is not a match for there.
And dear and fear for bear and pear.
And then there's dose and rose and lose --
Just look them up -- and goose and choose.
And cork and work and card and ward,
And font and front and word and sword.
And do and go, then thwart and cart.
Come, come, I've hardly made a start.
A dreadful language? Why, man alive,
I'd learned to talk it when I was five.
And yet to write it, the more I tried,
I hadn't learned it at fifty-five!
-Original Author Unknown
But the plural of ox should be oxen, not oxes.
Then one fowl is goose, but two are called geese.
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a whole lot of mice,
But the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
When couldn't the plural of pan be called pen?
The cow in the plural may be cows or kine,
But the plural of vow is vows, not vine.
And I speak of a foot, and you show me your feet,
But I give a boot - would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?
If the singular is this and plural is these,
Why shouldn't the plural of kiss be nicknamed kese?
Then one may be that, and three may be those,
Yet the plural of hat would never be hose.
We speak of a brother, and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
The masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine she, shis, and shim!
So our English, I think you will all agree,
Is the trickiest language you ever did see. I take it you already know
Of tough and bough and cough and dough?
Others may stumble, but not you
On hiccough, thorough, slough, and through?
Well done! And now you wish, perhaps,
To learn of less familiar traps?
Beware of heard, a dreadful word
That looks like beard and sounds like bird.
And dead; it's said like bed, not bead;
For goodness sake, don't call it deed!
Watch out for meat and great and threat,
(they rhyme with suite and straight and debt).
A moth is not a moth in mother.
Nor both in bother, broth in brother.
And here is not a match for there.
And dear and fear for bear and pear.
And then there's dose and rose and lose --
Just look them up -- and goose and choose.
And cork and work and card and ward,
And font and front and word and sword.
And do and go, then thwart and cart.
Come, come, I've hardly made a start.
A dreadful language? Why, man alive,
I'd learned to talk it when I was five.
And yet to write it, the more I tried,
I hadn't learned it at fifty-five!
-Original Author Unknown
Thursday, December 4, 2008
It's a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake.
Some quick background:
Lazytown
Lil' Jon
Crazy stuck in your head song:
Cooking by the Book - Stephanie ft. Lil' Jon
This is not the first time Lazytown has brought us epic win: You are a pirate.
I'd like to point out that there's a video out there with a different version of the song, but I don't really recommend it.
I'd also like to warn you that this song will be in your head forever.
Lazytown
Lil' Jon
Crazy stuck in your head song:
Cooking by the Book - Stephanie ft. Lil' Jon
This is not the first time Lazytown has brought us epic win: You are a pirate.
I'd like to point out that there's a video out there with a different version of the song, but I don't really recommend it.
I'd also like to warn you that this song will be in your head forever.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)