It's the "screwdriver hitting a door" aspect that seems to be the important one.
In a conversation that started out with a question about which artists are dead - plenty I'll have you know - we got on to Vincent Van Gogh and his ear and thence to cruel medieval punishments kings could inflict (I know - shut up about it). Then -
Daughter: Kings could chop off your hinges! Me: People don't have hinges. Daughter: I think people who are doors have hinges and go SQUEAK SQUEAK.
Me: People don't have hinges. I hold to the view that "hinges" is the plural of a normal 3rd-declension noun so if you had only one of them, it would be a hinx.
I suggest removing the pages from the Riverside Shakespeare that contain Titus Andronicus. Also, I am concerned about the breakdown in the time-space continuum between 3/01/2009 12:14:00 and 10:14:00 AM. Was it a glitch in the Matrix?
Capcha is sending us messages from a future where the English language has evolved so far that most of the words are unknown to us. Right now it says 'embow'.
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Is Plink, the ocelot in there as well?
I think I forgot my second comma... I think Plink ate it.
My verification word is "berpsid"... which is what Plink did after snarfing my comma...
Is that a tent rainfly or one of those lightweight hammocks?
Good core exercise.
Very nice, Batman.
Is that a tent rainfly or one of those lightweight hammocks?
Good core exercise.
You're right about the exercise. It's not cut to be anything as fancy as a hammock: it's just a square of spandex.
Spandex, even better. It's like trying to move around on a huge resistance band.
You stick things up high inside with velcro and she has to reach for 'em. Struggle in video above.
That is cool.
PiƱatas -- she's doing it wrong.
You stuck the dessert in there with velcro?
I don't think Burt approves of this.
It the toffee isn't sticky it doesn't work so well.
Plink the ocelot?! I am unaware of this internet tradition.
But when Plink the Ocelot gets here,
Ev'rybody's gonna jump for joy...
The whole of the Plink the ocelot saga is here.
Thank you.
If Plink the Ocelot behaved in risk-taking, life-dangering ways, it would be a Jeopard.
It's the "screwdriver hitting a door" aspect that seems to be the important one.
In a conversation that started out with a question about which artists are dead - plenty I'll have you know - we got on to Vincent Van Gogh and his ear and thence to cruel medieval punishments kings could inflict (I know - shut up about it). Then -
Daughter: Kings could chop off your hinges!
Me: People don't have hinges.
Daughter: I think people who are doors have hinges and go SQUEAK SQUEAK.
Me: People don't have hinges.
I hold to the view that "hinges" is the plural of a normal 3rd-declension noun so if you had only one of them, it would be a hinx.
People don't have hinges.
Then how do we become unhinged?
I should ask her about that. I found the Riverside Shakespeare on her bed this morning.
Then how do we become unhinged?
Someone puts poison in their dad's ear.
Must order door locks.
I suggest removing the pages from the Riverside Shakespeare that contain Titus Andronicus. Also, I am concerned about the breakdown in the time-space continuum between 3/01/2009 12:14:00 and 10:14:00 AM. Was it a glitch in the Matrix?
Exit, pursued by a bear.
Herr Dr, you was posting from before in the future.
Ask your capcha Dr if Precocen is right for you.
Capcha is sending us messages from a future where the English language has evolved so far that most of the words are unknown to us.
Right now it says 'embow'.
I have "oveledef" which I think describes the situation perfectly.
Also, Hinx is a town in the Aquitaine region of France. It would not, I think, appreciate a pluralisation.
What is one called if one is a native of Hinx, a Hinxophone?
"Learn to play the Hinxophone, drink scotch whiskey all night long, and die behind the wheel."
One can only hope.
I imagine it's something more mundane, like "Hinxain."
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