Gus in Natter:
One of the drama students and I made a trip to the lav at the same time and were talking about the Scottish Play along the way.
Some combination of this and ethanol led to two fellows standing side by side at urinals, bellowing ...
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
... which drew some odd looks.
And I gladly contributed to the madness.
t natter
Perkins, are there pictures yet?
t /natter
Plei, w/o context in F2F:
I am Frankenpeep.
PMM:
Just be glad you didn't come aboard during one of the Great Grammar Wars!
Billytea:
There was an epic battle. More than one person had to be helped off the field after being kneed right in the gerunds.
TRUDY!!!
Hmph. I'm the question mark, missy.
Gus's followup to: "one person had to be helped off the field after being kneed right in the gerunds"
Yup. He later parsed out. It was ugly.
Days late, because I can't bear to let a good ninja joke go by.
shrift:
It's always hard to get good ninjas these days.
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Matt, on failed ninjaism:
I believe he had the idea that thinking movie ninjas were cool would somehow allow him to dodge blows from fairly skilled swordsmen.