disjecta ramblings
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incandescensWhile not quite as sparkling as yesterday, today was certainly satisfying; several queries got solved, some useful work got done, a code of practice draft was approved, etcetera.
I'm currently going through some of my freezer and eating the older ready-made meals that have been there for, well, a while. The official excuse is "disposing of them before they start going past their dates." The private excuse is laziness. (It's going to be very embarrassing if I actually start losing weight on these, rather than on my regular stirfries.)
This amused me. A discussion on rpg.net, at http://forum.rpg.net/showthread.php?t=213076, about horrible fanfic crossover ideas. Then people began saying halfway through how much they'd like to see some of said crossovers. (As would I! If they were written well.)
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Madeira, M'Dear
She was young, she was pure, she was new, she was nice
She was fair, she was sweet seventeen
He was old, he was vile, and no stranger to vice
He was base, he was bad, he was mean
He had slyly inveigled her up to his flat
To view his collection of stamps
And he said as he hastened to put out the cat
The wine, his cigar and the lamps
"Have some madeira, m'dear
You really have nothing to fear
I'm not trying to tempt you, that wouldn't be right
You shouldn't drink spirits at this time of night
Have some madeira, m'dear
It's very much nicer than beer
I don't care for sherry, one cannot drink stout
And port is a wine I can well do without
It's simply a case of 'chacun a son gout'
Have some madeira, m'dear"
Unaware of the wiles of the snake in the grass
And the fate of the maiden who topes
She lowered her standards by raising her glass
Her courage, her eyes and his hopes
She sipped it, she drank it, she drained it, she did
He quietly refilled it again
And he said as he secretly carved one more notch
On the butt of his gold-handled cane
"Have some madeira, m'dear,
I've got a small cask of it here
And once it's been opened, you know it won't keep
Do finish it up, it will help you to sleep
Have some madeira, m'dear,
It's really an excellent year
Now if it were gin, you'd be wrong to say yes
The evil gin does would be hard to assess
(Besides it's inclined to affect me prowess)
Have some madeira, m'dear"
Then there flashed through her mind what her mother had said
With her antepenultimate breath
"Oh my child, should you look on the wine that is red
Be prepared for a fate worse than death!"
She let go her glass with a shrill little cry
Crash! tinkle! it fell to the floor
When he asked, "What in Heaven?" she made no reply
Up her mind, and a dash for the door
"Have some madeira, m'dear",
Rang out down the hall loud and clear
A tremulous cry that was filled with despair
As she fought to take breath in the cool midnight air
"Have some madeira, m'dear"
The words seemed to ring in her ear
Until the next morning, she woke up in bed
With a smile on her lips and an ache in her head
And a beard in her ear 'ole that tickled and said
"Have some madeira, m'dear"
-- Michael Flanders
I'm currently going through some of my freezer and eating the older ready-made meals that have been there for, well, a while. The official excuse is "disposing of them before they start going past their dates." The private excuse is laziness. (It's going to be very embarrassing if I actually start losing weight on these, rather than on my regular stirfries.)
This amused me. A discussion on rpg.net, at http://forum.rpg.net/showthread.php?t=213076, about horrible fanfic crossover ideas. Then people began saying halfway through how much they'd like to see some of said crossovers. (As would I! If they were written well.)
---
Madeira, M'Dear
She was young, she was pure, she was new, she was nice
She was fair, she was sweet seventeen
He was old, he was vile, and no stranger to vice
He was base, he was bad, he was mean
He had slyly inveigled her up to his flat
To view his collection of stamps
And he said as he hastened to put out the cat
The wine, his cigar and the lamps
"Have some madeira, m'dear
You really have nothing to fear
I'm not trying to tempt you, that wouldn't be right
You shouldn't drink spirits at this time of night
Have some madeira, m'dear
It's very much nicer than beer
I don't care for sherry, one cannot drink stout
And port is a wine I can well do without
It's simply a case of 'chacun a son gout'
Have some madeira, m'dear"
Unaware of the wiles of the snake in the grass
And the fate of the maiden who topes
She lowered her standards by raising her glass
Her courage, her eyes and his hopes
She sipped it, she drank it, she drained it, she did
He quietly refilled it again
And he said as he secretly carved one more notch
On the butt of his gold-handled cane
"Have some madeira, m'dear,
I've got a small cask of it here
And once it's been opened, you know it won't keep
Do finish it up, it will help you to sleep
Have some madeira, m'dear,
It's really an excellent year
Now if it were gin, you'd be wrong to say yes
The evil gin does would be hard to assess
(Besides it's inclined to affect me prowess)
Have some madeira, m'dear"
Then there flashed through her mind what her mother had said
With her antepenultimate breath
"Oh my child, should you look on the wine that is red
Be prepared for a fate worse than death!"
She let go her glass with a shrill little cry
Crash! tinkle! it fell to the floor
When he asked, "What in Heaven?" she made no reply
Up her mind, and a dash for the door
"Have some madeira, m'dear",
Rang out down the hall loud and clear
A tremulous cry that was filled with despair
As she fought to take breath in the cool midnight air
"Have some madeira, m'dear"
The words seemed to ring in her ear
Until the next morning, she woke up in bed
With a smile on her lips and an ache in her head
And a beard in her ear 'ole that tickled and said
"Have some madeira, m'dear"
-- Michael Flanders
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Date: 2005-08-25 03:12 am (UTC)"Ash knew Pikachu was in trouble, the moment Paul Atredies said 'Sandworm! I choose you!"
--Squid
"So, Al, this Godot guy never shows up?" asked Dr. Samuel Beckett, wondering what wrong he was supposed to set right.
--Pillsy
"Ah, Vader, but I am not left-handed either!"
--Lord Kelvin
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Date: 2005-08-25 07:42 am (UTC)I want to see this so much.
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