Grammar Nazi
Dec. 17th, 2003 11:12 am![]() |
What LoTR Character Are You? |
I think this is the first online quiz-thing I've ever done that came to me from someone I met in person first. (Incidentally, since Geocities sucks balls, I should explain that the little red X is supposed to be a picture of Gandalf. That's very weird to me, since I've been getting Eowyn consistently in every other quiz of this kind I've done...)
I had two options for yesterday. I could have stuck with the original plan of going to Andy's and watching Withnail & I with Andy, Toos and whoever else showed up (Simson) ... or I could have been incredibly altruistic and gone out to Enfield to keep my poor sick
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Immensely silly, as it turned out. We had a brilliant time, chuckling away happily at Uncle Monty and pigging out on curry and Krispy Kreme donuts brought all the way from Knightsbridge by Simson (ironic, isn't it, that I go right past there on my way from work?). After the film, we did the usual swap-over of entertainment items (I loaned Andy Boogiepop Phantom disc 1 and the first "Bride of Deimos" manga, he loaned me the "Ringu" manga and "ST: Nemesis"; I loaned Toos R.O.D and Andy loaned her some manga about this martial arts master reincarnated as a penguin and the Three Musketeers DVDs; Andy gave Simson his old Cyrano de Bergerac VHS because he just got the DVD). It was weird, since I've never hung out with Dave's friends without him, but cool-weird. It wasn't stressful or anything. I guess that kind of solidifies the fact that they're not his friends, per se; they're our friends. Which means my friends too. That's a concept I'm going to have to get used to.
Toos even got me a Christmas present. Apparently, Dave has made grumbling mention of my habit of, every time I see him type an e-mail or a MB comment, correcting his spelling, grammar and punctuation. Of course, he's done this at Buffy games, where I haven't been able to hear. ^_^ Anyway, remembering this, Toos bought me a book called "Eats
A panda walks into a cafe. He orders a sandwich, eats it, then draws a gun and fires two shots in the air.
"Why?" asks the confused waiter, as the panda makes towards the exit. The panda produces a badly punctuated wildlife manual and tosses it over his shoulder.
"I'm a panda," he says, at the door. "Look it up."
The waiter turns to the relevant entry and, sure enough, finds an explanation.
"Panda: Large black-and-white bear-like mammal, native to China. Eats, shoots and leaves."
The book is a guide to embracing your Inner Stickler, or that part of you that cringes when, for example, some sign somewhere advertises, "BOOK's, CD's and DVD's". Ah, he thought I was bad before...
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