tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14701409.post3899760175343875923..comments2024-03-07T03:40:54.443-05:00Comments on FLOTSAM: Birdie Num Numkmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16040339235134145847noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14701409.post-80236610102355710462007-06-01T09:18:00.000-05:002007-06-01T09:18:00.000-05:00leave me alone, i was 17! (and it was Kerouac alon...leave me alone, i was 17! (and it was Kerouac along with Plath)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14701409.post-10064803785936043112007-06-01T09:12:00.000-05:002007-06-01T09:12:00.000-05:00BM: well, you were briefly in the running for the ...BM: well, you were briefly in the running for the "Noble Prize" for literature.<BR/><BR/>//Sylvia Plath? Really? Not Jim Morrison too, I hope?kmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16040339235134145847noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14701409.post-90664371591843379562007-06-01T09:05:00.000-05:002007-06-01T09:05:00.000-05:00Can't take credit for the bird-skull crushing at a...Can't take credit for the bird-skull crushing at all. was something one of my freshmen year roommate's had up. (I had Sylvia Plath because I am lame). <BR/><BR/>Chidiya Ud was stupid. who put that kid in charge anyway?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14701409.post-3185755019279348522007-06-01T09:04:00.000-05:002007-06-01T09:04:00.000-05:00Rahul: And that settles the question, "which OS ha...Rahul: And that settles the question, "which OS has produced the best poets". I hadn't seen that one before.<BR/><BR/>Scout: If crushing the skull or shattering the spine is the general idea, why stop at a leather cricket ball and not play with a shotput or a real cannonball? :)kmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16040339235134145847noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14701409.post-47959449685218621522007-06-01T02:57:00.000-05:002007-06-01T02:57:00.000-05:00oh man, chidiya ud is awesome. and i loved playing...oh man, chidiya ud is awesome. and i loved playing that five stones game too. <BR/><BR/>but the best childhood game is pitthu. nothing compares. nothing is quite as much fun. and if the ball being used is a leather cricket ball, all the better. heehee.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14701409.post-53558028184267012322007-05-31T23:13:00.000-05:002007-05-31T23:13:00.000-05:00While sitting 'neath an oak one morn In thought on...While sitting 'neath an oak one morn <BR/>In thought on this and that, <BR/>A tiny, twitt'ring little bird<BR/>A load dropped in my hat. <BR/><BR/>"Oh tiny bird, O Nature's gift <BR/>Of music and of wit! <BR/>Why didst thou feel that my best hat<BR/>Was thy best place to shit?" <BR/><BR/>"Thy music gladdens my poor soul, <BR/>And brings joy to my heart. <BR/>But tell me, little bird divine, <BR/>Why didst thou not just fart?" <BR/><BR/>The tiny bird a few notes sang, <BR/>Then answer'd "Pardon me, <BR/>For thy hat I thought was my nest, <BR/>A-fallen from the tree." <BR/><BR/>I rose and stood in solemn awe <BR/>His words to better mull, <BR/>Then lifted up a paving block <BR/>And crushed his fucking skull. <BR/><BR/>-- Bill Wordsworth, "A Tiny Twitt'ring Bird" <BR/><I>(found in Unix fortune files since antiquity)</I>Rahul Siddharthanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04809667965184094636noreply@blogger.com