It was my B-day recently. I am a whole year older! 1 year! A whole year! One giant, humungus, huge, 365 day year! Can you belive it? O.M.G! 1 year! A year! An actual yaer! Not a milli-second, not a second, not a minute, not an hour, not a day, not a week, not a month, not a season, but a whole year! YAY!!!! I love birhtdays! I love presents! I love pinatas (bet you don't know wht that is)! It was my birthday! Congratulate me! I am one year older!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
YAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOO-
Thats all from newsflash FM! Our time is up. Until next time BYE!!!
Sorry we forgot to metion that a pinata is a thing which you hit with a stick so lots of sweets come out. It is made of cardboard/ paper mashe.
20 November 2006
03 November 2006
Characters.
You all want a 'Who's Who' type explanation, right? Well since you've been good and visited my blog you will get one. Let's start with our host.
The Bunny Wabbit of Doom: He is my host. This blog is his territory, his lair. He is hosting me to get publicity. It is an insult to leave out the capitals in his name. The Bunny Wabbit of Doom is his name (it is not a title, got that?). He eats everything in his path unless it is of use to him. I am still trying to persuade him not to eat Mary and Marcus. He hates all things cheerful. His is big (the size of two cars)and black and has red eyes.
The bunny wabbits of doom: I am not insulting my host. These are not my host. These are his army. They search everywhere near the blog for invaders. They either chase them away or...erm...bring them back to dinner (for dinner more like). They look exactly like their master but smaller.
The Lordess of Stuff: Me! I am here to make the blog popular and to basically manage it. The Bunny Wabbit of Doom is the owner of the blog and I am the manager. Also I am very pretty and funny and kind and considerate and so on and so on......
Marcus and Mary: I hired them to liven up the blog. They certainly did that! They always argue. Which, I suppose, makes this blog quite funny.
The happy dappy bunnies: I did not hire them! They roam the lovely countryside around the hills. They are lovely pinky rabbits and they look soooooo adorable. That is only part of the reason they are banned. They are permanently happy, even if they are about to die. That really annoys my host and so one of the cooks best specialities is roast bunny marinaded in their own blood.
The peace fairy: I certainly did not ask her to come hear. Mary and Marcus are pushing it a bit, so d'you think I'd invite her? No way, jose! However, she is a lovely person who only wants to do good. Her favourite time to crop up is when Mary and Marcus are fighting, but she comes at other times too. Did I miss anybody out? No? Okay, bye!
The Bunny Wabbit of Doom: He is my host. This blog is his territory, his lair. He is hosting me to get publicity. It is an insult to leave out the capitals in his name. The Bunny Wabbit of Doom is his name (it is not a title, got that?). He eats everything in his path unless it is of use to him. I am still trying to persuade him not to eat Mary and Marcus. He hates all things cheerful. His is big (the size of two cars)and black and has red eyes.
The bunny wabbits of doom: I am not insulting my host. These are not my host. These are his army. They search everywhere near the blog for invaders. They either chase them away or...erm...bring them back to dinner (for dinner more like). They look exactly like their master but smaller.
The Lordess of Stuff: Me! I am here to make the blog popular and to basically manage it. The Bunny Wabbit of Doom is the owner of the blog and I am the manager. Also I am very pretty and funny and kind and considerate and so on and so on......
Marcus and Mary: I hired them to liven up the blog. They certainly did that! They always argue. Which, I suppose, makes this blog quite funny.
The happy dappy bunnies: I did not hire them! They roam the lovely countryside around the hills. They are lovely pinky rabbits and they look soooooo adorable. That is only part of the reason they are banned. They are permanently happy, even if they are about to die. That really annoys my host and so one of the cooks best specialities is roast bunny marinaded in their own blood.
The peace fairy: I certainly did not ask her to come hear. Mary and Marcus are pushing it a bit, so d'you think I'd invite her? No way, jose! However, she is a lovely person who only wants to do good. Her favourite time to crop up is when Mary and Marcus are fighting, but she comes at other times too. Did I miss anybody out? No? Okay, bye!
27 October 2006
Random convertsation...
Lordess of Stuff: Ah, hello! You must be the terrible twins, Mary and Marcus Am I correct?
Mary: Yes, my lady you are right.
Marcus: No, my lady you are incorrect. My name is in fact Mark. She tells a falsehood.
Mary: He's lying, my lady! His name is Marcus. And, Marcus, she don't speak posh. Ain't ya noticed, Marcus?
Marcus: Thou art wrong, Mary, for a sweet lady of high standards speaks not common and vulgar language as thou do.
Mary: Does so!
Marcus: Forgive me sweet lady as I will do a bad thing in front of you. Mary, you stupid! 'Course she speaks posh. She's a lady isn't she?
Mary: What would you know, you bird-brain?
Lordess of stuff: Don't argue you two. I hope this solves your problem. I do not speak posh, but do not mind being spoken to in such a manner. Now, I must welcome you to the Peace Fairy, who is just arriving.
Mary:Ha Ha! She ain't posh!
Marcus glares at Mary.
Peace Fairy: Hello, friends. You must be the terrific twins, Marcus and Mary. I have you quarrel often. Let us bring an end to all this and live in peace and harmony.
Mary: Not my fault.
Marcus: Is so.
Mary: Ain't so.
Marcus: I'm afraid it is.
Mary:Yeah, your right, I know what you mean. Is not!
Marcus: I said what I meant.
Mary: That'll be a first.
Peace Fairy: Now, now, children. It upsets me so to see you sad.
Lordess of Stuff: Hear, come the Happy Dappy Bunnies.
Happy Dappy Bunny: Lets play!
Bunny Wabbit of Doom: No such nonsence in my territory. Hear, we don't like happiness.
Happy Dappy Bunnies: We're doomed!
Happy Dappy Bunny: Lets make the most of. I vote we play tig!
Mary: I'm it!
Marcus: No, no, me!
Mary: But your pathetic at it ain't ya?
Lordess of Stuff: Party over! We're going home.
Marcus: GRRR! This is all your fault.
Mary: He's being provoking!
Marcus: Your bein' more pro-watsitcalled!
Mary: That's where your wrong!
Marcus: Is this pro...pro..proviky?
Hits Mary over the head.
Mary: Yup!
Hits him back.
Sorry, but we will have to leave the following scenes out for the safety of our smaller readers.
Do not try this at home.
Mary: Yes, my lady you are right.
Marcus: No, my lady you are incorrect. My name is in fact Mark. She tells a falsehood.
Mary: He's lying, my lady! His name is Marcus. And, Marcus, she don't speak posh. Ain't ya noticed, Marcus?
Marcus: Thou art wrong, Mary, for a sweet lady of high standards speaks not common and vulgar language as thou do.
Mary: Does so!
Marcus: Forgive me sweet lady as I will do a bad thing in front of you. Mary, you stupid! 'Course she speaks posh. She's a lady isn't she?
Mary: What would you know, you bird-brain?
Lordess of stuff: Don't argue you two. I hope this solves your problem. I do not speak posh, but do not mind being spoken to in such a manner. Now, I must welcome you to the Peace Fairy, who is just arriving.
Mary:Ha Ha! She ain't posh!
Marcus glares at Mary.
Peace Fairy: Hello, friends. You must be the terrific twins, Marcus and Mary. I have you quarrel often. Let us bring an end to all this and live in peace and harmony.
Mary: Not my fault.
Marcus: Is so.
Mary: Ain't so.
Marcus: I'm afraid it is.
Mary:Yeah, your right, I know what you mean. Is not!
Marcus: I said what I meant.
Mary: That'll be a first.
Peace Fairy: Now, now, children. It upsets me so to see you sad.
Lordess of Stuff: Hear, come the Happy Dappy Bunnies.
Happy Dappy Bunny: Lets play!
Bunny Wabbit of Doom: No such nonsence in my territory. Hear, we don't like happiness.
Happy Dappy Bunnies: We're doomed!
Happy Dappy Bunny: Lets make the most of. I vote we play tig!
Mary: I'm it!
Marcus: No, no, me!
Mary: But your pathetic at it ain't ya?
Lordess of Stuff: Party over! We're going home.
Marcus: GRRR! This is all your fault.
Mary: He's being provoking!
Marcus: Your bein' more pro-watsitcalled!
Mary: That's where your wrong!
Marcus: Is this pro...pro..proviky?
Hits Mary over the head.
Mary: Yup!
Hits him back.
Sorry, but we will have to leave the following scenes out for the safety of our smaller readers.
Do not try this at home.
You really have to be bored to look at this.
Random freaky links for when you have almost died of boredom and are really desperate.
http://www.i-am-bored.com/
Wierd stuff. Don't ask.
http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=19022
Yay! The Loituma Clock. This is what pop music should be (make sure the sound is On)
http://www.boohbah.com/zone.html
Yup! I am mad.
http://www.youtube.com/
Listen to cool stuff.
http://gamershood.com/
Cool games. Try the room games.
http://www.eyezmaze.com/
I know they are wierd but, like I said, I am mad.
http://goldenmikado.blogspot.com/
Bloggers unite!
Now I hope that I have reinforced the meaning of the title. You really have to be bored out of your skull to look at this. And on that happy note: cheerio!
http://www.i-am-bored.com/
Wierd stuff. Don't ask.
http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=19022
Yay! The Loituma Clock. This is what pop music should be (make sure the sound is On)
http://www.boohbah.com/zone.html
Yup! I am mad.
http://www.youtube.com/
Listen to cool stuff.
http://gamershood.com/
Cool games. Try the room games.
http://www.eyezmaze.com/
I know they are wierd but, like I said, I am mad.
http://goldenmikado.blogspot.com/
Bloggers unite!
Now I hope that I have reinforced the meaning of the title. You really have to be bored out of your skull to look at this. And on that happy note: cheerio!
25 October 2006
Cheese, pet rocks and randomisity: The truth
Pet rocks rock! Don't you agree? Well tough 'cos you should.
Q:Why do they rock?
A: How should I know?
Q:That was a question and not an answer!
A: That was a statement!
Q:So?
A: Yes! I tricked you into asking a question.
Q:Shut up.
Lord(ess) of stuff: I'm afraid I'll have to stop you there. O.M.G! I am actually talking to myself. I wonder why talking is spelt with an 'l' .....
Anyway, where were we. Ah, yes, cheese. Cheese isn't actually cheese, you know. It's just an excuse to be random. Did you know that? Probably not.
Randomisity? I just like the word and the meaning of it. That's all. Well. that's all folks! See ya! Well not actually see you just sort of see you. I mean, not with eyes it's just a figure of speech. I mean it's more than one figure 'cause it's got, let's see.... (this time I actually mean see) 3 letters. What are we talking about? Figures of speech or the word see? We aren't actually talking but you know what I mean. No? Oh well. I guess I just give up, only I'm not actually guessing I'm just thinking.
And there you are! You'r quick guide to randomisity including an excample. Some would call it rambeling on I suppose....
Q:Why do they rock?
A: How should I know?
Q:That was a question and not an answer!
A: That was a statement!
Q:So?
A: Yes! I tricked you into asking a question.
Q:Shut up.
Lord(ess) of stuff: I'm afraid I'll have to stop you there. O.M.G! I am actually talking to myself. I wonder why talking is spelt with an 'l' .....
Anyway, where were we. Ah, yes, cheese. Cheese isn't actually cheese, you know. It's just an excuse to be random. Did you know that? Probably not.
Randomisity? I just like the word and the meaning of it. That's all. Well. that's all folks! See ya! Well not actually see you just sort of see you. I mean, not with eyes it's just a figure of speech. I mean it's more than one figure 'cause it's got, let's see.... (this time I actually mean see) 3 letters. What are we talking about? Figures of speech or the word see? We aren't actually talking but you know what I mean. No? Oh well. I guess I just give up, only I'm not actually guessing I'm just thinking.
And there you are! You'r quick guide to randomisity including an excample. Some would call it rambeling on I suppose....
24 October 2006
Error:
Error: Spelling mistake. You may have notice I wrote yo instead of you. Well Oops about that! This is a very short posting I know but the purpose of it is not to amuse you but to point out an error. If I keep rambeling on it is very likely to become a long posting. Oh and by the way, write lots of coments! Got that? No? Oh well.
End of report.
End of report.
23 October 2006
First Posting!
Hi! This is my first posting and I haven't got a clue what to write. Yes I know it's strange...Have you seen the URl. Ha! Bet you didn't. Un-ubservant people like most do not nogtice things like that. Yes I know it's boring sofar but it getts worse! Much worse... You'll have to put up with me rambeling on and on and on and on and on and on about stuff like cheese and pet rocks. I will probably tell you about imaginary people and give them either amazingly adventurous or completely odd lives. That is if yo choose to read this blogg.
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