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"Franz Bestuchev" |
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12 Sep 2006 03:44:19 PM |
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The Scots call 'em |
Hamster runs, not hamster wheels.
This Scotlandish guy on TV did, and he knew all about William Wallace.
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| User: "" |
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| Title: Re: The Scots call 'em |
12 Sep 2006 11:49:19 PM |
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Franz Bestuchev wrote:
Hamster runs, not hamster wheels.
This Scotlandish guy on TV did, and he knew all about William Wallace.
AND all about Hamsters, apparently.
Bobbie
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| User: "BoredToTears" |
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| Title: Re: The Scots call 'em |
12 Sep 2006 06:23:08 PM |
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Franz Bestuchev wrote:
Hamster runs, not hamster wheels.
This Scotlandish guy on TV did, and he knew all about William Wallace.
And we all talk like groundskeeper Willie.
Mind you, the more annoyed I get the more I roll my r's ("Bonjourrrrrr,
yah cheese eatin surrender monkeys").
And I can rrreally rrroll my rrrr's. Makes the girlies purrrrrrr...
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| User: "jill" |
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| Title: Re: The Scots call 'em |
12 Sep 2006 08:00:05 PM |
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BoredToTears wrote:
Franz Bestuchev wrote:
Hamster runs, not hamster wheels.
This Scotlandish guy on TV did, and he knew all about William Wallace.
And we all talk like groundskeeper Willie.
Mind you, the more annoyed I get the more I roll my r's ("Bonjourrrrrr,
yah cheese eatin surrender monkeys").
And I can rrreally rrroll my rrrr's. Makes the girlies purrrrrrr...
My grandmother grace , was a fullblooded scot. she use to talk about
the Gloamin. The only time when you could look up an see the face of
god. Fairy stories maybe but we loved hearing them.
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| User: "BoredToTears" |
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| Title: Re: The Scots call 'em |
13 Sep 2006 02:44:31 PM |
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jill wrote:
BoredToTears wrote:
Franz Bestuchev wrote:
Hamster runs, not hamster wheels.
This Scotlandish guy on TV did, and he knew all about William Wallace.
And we all talk like groundskeeper Willie.
Mind you, the more annoyed I get the more I roll my r's ("Bonjourrrrrr,
yah cheese eatin surrender monkeys").
And I can rrreally rrroll my rrrr's. Makes the girlies purrrrrrr...
My grandmother grace , was a fullblooded scot. she use to talk about
the Gloamin. The only time when you could look up an see the face of
god. Fairy stories maybe but we loved hearing them.
I suppose it's about edges and transitions. There are places and times
in the world when the rules don't always apply; when day turns to night
(the gloaming); where the land meets the sea; when life begins and
ends.
The edges of our world can be strange, magical places.
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| User: "jill" |
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| Title: Re: The Scots call 'em |
14 Sep 2006 10:05:10 PM |
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BoredToTears wrote:
jill wrote:
BoredToTears wrote:
Franz Bestuchev wrote:
Hamster runs, not hamster wheels.
This Scotlandish guy on TV did, and he knew all about William Wallace.
And we all talk like groundskeeper Willie.
Mind you, the more annoyed I get the more I roll my r's ("Bonjourrrrrr,
yah cheese eatin surrender monkeys").
And I can rrreally rrroll my rrrr's. Makes the girlies purrrrrrr...
My grandmother grace , was a fullblooded scot. she use to talk about
the Gloamin. The only time when you could look up an see the face of
god. Fairy stories maybe but we loved hearing them.
I suppose it's about edges and transitions. There are places and times
in the world when the rules don't always apply; when day turns to night
(the gloaming); where the land meets the sea; when life begins and
ends.
The edges of our world can be strange, magical places.
It's a a beautifull idea really. I love thinking about the
possibility that just beyond what I know I see there is something that
I think I see that might be something more important and more amazing
then anything I ever had a dream could happen. MAGIC.
smiling. jill
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| User: "CyberDroog" |
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| Title: Re: The Scots call 'em |
15 Sep 2006 01:12:24 AM |
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On 14 Sep 2006 20:05:10 -0700, "jill" <ojj9691@aol.com> wrote:
BoredToTears wrote:
The edges of our world can be strange, magical places.
It's a a beautifull idea really. I love thinking about the
possibility that just beyond what I know I see there is something that
I think I see that might be something more important and more amazing
then anything I ever had a dream could happen. MAGIC.
If Brane theory is correct, you are immersed in seven other spatial
dimensions that are so close to you that you can't see them.
Maybe life is a journey up through these dimensions, taking various forms
to suit any given dimension, until you finally reach the infinite source of
energy that contains the multiverse.
That's all a little vague though. How about this?
I am abducted by aliens who are just out for a joy ride and, having better
things to do than take me home, dump me off on some galactic space port.
Being a Neanderthal in comparison to all the various aliens, I find myself
at a loss as to what to do. Then a few friendly aliens take pity on me and
help me learn enough to get by.
I eventually rent a small space cruiser and, due to my inexperience, crash
land on a planet with a silicon based machine intelligence - one huge
planetary brain that has never seen an organic being before. Being
benevolent, the planetary intelligence quickly recognizes me as a life form
and analyzes me to see how they can help.
They determine with the utmost precision how I work, from a machine point
of view. The human brain just being an organic machine, they conclude that
all of my thoughts, hopes, and dreams are merely programs, but the hardware
doesn't seem to have the capacity to run them.
So they go about fixing me. Precision tuning my brain, adding an
inter-dimensional processor and memory upgrade which can link me to the
planetary intelligence no matter where I travel. I am then able to
instantly absorb, store, and cross-reference all sensory input.
They also precision tune my body, activating parts of my DNA that their
projections find to be most beneficial, and link my body to an
inter-dimensional quantum replication system which allows me to shape
shift, travel through other dimensions, and instantly regenerate if I
happen to be destroyed.
All upgrades being complete, I then have any power I can imagine. So I
thank the planetary intelligence with all my heart, build myself an actual
light saber, and do an inter-dimensional hop, skip, and jump to find the
aliens who kidnapped me.
I kill them without mercy. I have my reasons. I didn't mention the trip to
the galactic space port seemed relatively quick, but relatively is the key
word. During that trip, 500 years passed on earth. My wife was gone, Buddha
Head was gone. And not even the planetary intelligence has figured out how
to go back in time.
I have ideas though. If I can find complete quantum echos of my wife and
son, I could restore them. It's an interesting proposition. They would be
my real wife and son from whatever time period the quantum echo originated.
Yet they would also have lived out their lives in my absence long ago. It's
the Ship of Theseus quandary.
But should I do it? Do I want to have my wife suddenly find herself 500
years in the future and realizing that the rest of her family is gone? It's
a real dilemma.
In the meantime I don't really know what to do. Go around the galaxy
fighting injustice? Or just travel around and party a lot? And I mean
party. One of the programs the planetary intelligence "tweaked" was the
drive to procreate. There is no limit to how many times a day I can do it,
and the intensity of it would fry a normal human's nervous system.
Or something along those lines...
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| User: "CyberDroog" |
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| Title: Re: The Scots call 'em |
12 Sep 2006 04:59:36 PM |
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On Tue, 12 Sep 2006 14:44:19 -0600, Franz Bestuchev
<franz.bestuchev@gmail.com> wrote:
Hamster runs, not hamster wheels.
This Scotlandish guy on TV did, and he knew all about William Wallace.
I read a lot about the history of William Wallace after watching
Braveheart. The movie was great, but highly inaccurate in several areas.
For one, the Battle of Sterling was not fought on a wide open battlefield,
but is more properly termed The Battle of Sterling Bridge, where Wallace
and his men casually slaughtered the English as the English soldiers tried
to make their way across the narrow bridge.
Many reports indicate that the English hamster catapults were in operation
the whole time. It was a futile effort since the hamsters just bounced off
the mighty Scots and scurried away.
But to this day the Scots have a yearly celebration that involves whole
towns and villages getting drunk and hurling hamsters at each other.
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| User: "BoredToTears" |
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| Title: Re: The Scots call 'em |
12 Sep 2006 05:44:22 PM |
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CyberDroog wrote:
On Tue, 12 Sep 2006 14:44:19 -0600, Franz Bestuchev
<franz.bestuchev@gmail.com> wrote:
Hamster runs, not hamster wheels.
This Scotlandish guy on TV did, and he knew all about William Wallace.
I read a lot about the history of William Wallace after watching
Braveheart. The movie was great, but highly inaccurate in several areas.
For one, the Battle of Sterling
Is that the Sterling furniture shop that just happens to be near
Stirling? Doogilie Doggilie used to do the advert.
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| User: "BoredToTears" |
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| Title: Re: The Scots call 'em |
12 Sep 2006 05:44:01 PM |
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CyberDroog wrote:
On Tue, 12 Sep 2006 14:44:19 -0600, Franz Bestuchev
<franz.bestuchev@gmail.com> wrote:
Hamster runs, not hamster wheels.
This Scotlandish guy on TV did, and he knew all about William Wallace.
I read a lot about the history of William Wallace after watching
Braveheart. The movie was great, but highly inaccurate in several areas.
For one, the Battle of Sterling
Is that the Sterling the furniture shop that just happens to be near
Stirling? Doogilie Doggilie used to do the advert.
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| User: "BoredToTears" |
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| Title: Re: The Scots call 'em |
12 Sep 2006 05:34:11 PM |
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CyberDroog wrote:
On Tue, 12 Sep 2006 14:44:19 -0600, Franz Bestuchev
<franz.bestuchev@gmail.com> wrote:
Hamster runs, not hamster wheels.
This Scotlandish guy on TV did, and he knew all about William Wallace.
I read a lot about the history of William Wallace after watching
Braveheart. The movie was great, but highly inaccurate in several areas.
For one, the Battle of Sterling was not fought on a wide open battlefield,
but is more properly termed The Battle of Sterling Bridge, where Wallace
and his men casually slaughtered the English as the English soldiers tried
to make their way across the narrow bridge.
Many reports indicate that the English hamster catapults were in operation
the whole time. It was a futile effort since the hamsters just bounced off
the mighty Scots and scurried away.
But to this day the Scots have a yearly celebration that involves whole
towns and villages getting drunk and hurling hamsters at each other.
LOL
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