Happy Independence Day!

[Craig Marinaro]

Hope everybody has a great 4th! It's rather overcast-looking out here...but hopefully it'll lighten up before tonight.

In the meantime, try to reflect on the brilliance and dumb luck that led our forefathers to found this grand ol' nation! And try to eat some rock candy. Rock candy is good!

-Craig

[Sharklady]

I'll do my best to enjoy the day, and hope the rainstorms clear out by evening.

If the worst happens, at least I've got my smuggled Florida fireworks to fall back on.

[The Mad Hatter]

I'm actually working today. I've got an entire section I'm in charge of that comes out once a month, and I got so behind on it (lots of news going on last week) that I'm playing catch-up today.

[Danielle]

I'm #36 in the top posters. 36 is my unlucky number. I bet I'll get married when I turn 36.

Re: "Unlikely" cloudy weather

Well, you know what they say ('they' referring to my "brilliant" cousins whose I.Q.s are in negative numbers): "Cloudy in the morning, bright in the evening." Strange; I don't recall that ever happening.

Re: Independence Day

Uh.......Happy Independence Day?
Give me a break, my brain is muddled enough.

[E. Penrose]

Hope for peace here and abroad.

E. Penrose

[Brainatra]

I've spent the entire day working; apparently my dept. store I work at doesn't know the meaning of the word "holiday" (though they did offer time-and-a-half...$9/hr vs. the usual $6). Having a zillion Lions Club conventioneers from other countries swarming the place for cheap-to-buy American goods didn't help...

Though it might rain tonight, the downtown fireworks show is going off as planned...and I'll be staying right here inside, avoiding bugs/humidity/stupid teenagers wielding M-80's/whatnot. Haven't been too into fireworks since I was a kid... :-)

-B.

[Narfpinky]

Three cheers for the RED WHITE and BLUE!

Happy fourth of July everyone! Egad! What a warm yummy sunny day we all had here to celabrate our America's birthday.

And a clear night to go with it, too, NARF!


Narfpinky

[Danielle]

Originally posted by Narfpinky
And a clear night to go with it, too, NARF!

Maybe for you. Here, it's still cloudy.

Let's see....fireworks are going off above my head. (yeah, I'm working with a laptop, though it's hard when you have to keep covering your ears) This is a really good time to reflect on my accomplishments this year.



























Okay. I'm done.

This has been an exclusive Fourth of July Useless Post.

[Narfpinky]

Well good for you, Danielle! That's a lot more than what I've accomplished in three years, NARF!.:)




This has been an exclusive Fourth of July Useless Reply.;)

[don Jaime]

Nice and clear, no rain here! Could see the fireworks from my house. Pretty good. Good 'n' pretty.

Happy Independence Day!

[Danielle]

Originally posted by Narfpinky
Well good for you, Danielle! That's a lot more than what I've accomplished in three years, NARF!.:)

Really? I only accomplished 28 empty lines.

What did I do the 4th of July, if not look at those darn fireworkers that go on for about 20 minutes? (yeah, they're still on!) I read through the archives of the old board and wonder if some other people decide to put up useless posts.

[robert]

It was a dark and stormy night....5 minutes after the whole thing ended that is. So what'd I do? Well first I took in a movie, Spielburg and Kubrick's A.I, and _then_ I stayed home and just watched the fireworks here in Philly, the only town that had Mel Gibson, Michael Douglas, Kevin Spacey, Edward Norton, Kathy Bates, Benicio del Toro, and Morgan Freeman around to read the Declaration of Independence. Can't beat that very often.

Happy 5'th of July again!
Rob

[Craig Marinaro]

Danielle mourns:

Really? I only accomplished 28 empty lines.

*gasp*! It sounds like someone is depressed about their accomplishments in life! Looks like it's time for...

*IT'S A PRETTY GOOD LIFE!*

This out-of-season Internet spectacular brought to you by Romey's Fresh Fish Market (try our Romelicious Red Herring!), and by Chubb Insurance Group--the insurance company with the fun-to-say name!

[Open on Brainatra, Narfpinky, Robert, and Hatter, sitting around a table in a dingy-looking corner of the ToonZone Boards, playing cards. All have huge piles of chips surrounding them, except Narfpinky. Narfpinky looks disheveled and has huge rings under his eyes. Danielle and her guardian angel appear, unnoticed by the rest.]

CLARENCE: Danielle...this is what ToonZone would be like if you had never been born!

DANIELLE: It doesn't look all that different...except that soda stain I spilled on the wallpaper is gone. [She glances at the wall, which has the "Toon Zone" logo plastered all over.] Hey, who's that desperate-looking loser over there?

CLARENCE: Why, that's Narfpinky!

DANIELLE: Narfpinky?! The happiest, most popular, lovable guy on all the Boards?

CLARENCE: Oh, he's not happy anymore...

[We cut back to the table, and see Hatter glancing over at Narfpinky.]

HATTER: [Sinisterly.] So, mein freund...have you...got any Kings?

NARFPINKY: Ummm...nope! No Kings! Not a one! I mean, uh...Go Fish! Hee hee heeeee...

HATTER: [Threateningly.] Methinks you lie, mein teilnehmer.

NARFPINKY: No, nooo...oh, alright! I have three Kings! Pleeease, have pity...I'm five grand in the hole just tonight! And I've still got twenty installments left on my new bike, which it was wrecked beyond repair after I'd only made the down payment!

BRAINATRA: What about that thousand I lent you just last week?

NARFPINKY: [Pathetically.] I had to spend it on reconstructive surgery after that building fell on me! Plus, I owe Craig a good twenty thou. And you know how ruthless he is when he calls in his debts! [Breaking down into tears.] Oooooh, have a heart...have a heart... [None of them are moved.]

BRAINATRA: Where is Craig, anyhow?

ROBERT: [Sticking his hand inside his shirt, and jumping up on the table, knocking the chips all over. He speaks in a mock French accent.] You know these Hollywood stars! They come and go as they please...thinking they are the greatest! If he had any smartness he would know that greatness comes in small packages...a prime example being yours truly, NAPOLEON!

DANIELLE: [To Clarence.] ...?

CLARENCE: Oh, the Robert of this world lapses randomly into the personalities of various historical figures, as represented on [I]Histeria! The others posters don't generally mind too much...aside from when he went through his "Lady Godiva" phase... [Danielle shudders a bit at this thought.]

HATTER: [To Robert.] Mein chips! Täuschen! You will pay for your impudence...the revolution is nearly at hand! [He pulls a picture of Dubya Shrub out of his pocket, tacks it to the wall, and does a salute.] Heil Bush!

[The door opens, and Craig strolls nonchalantly in. He's wearing a ridiculous-looking smoking robe and sunglasses, he actually looks clean-shaven and well-groomed, and he's holding a martini. He plops down in Robert's vacated chair, and kicks his feet up on the table.]

CRAIG: Heya, Brainatra, Hatter, Robert...other guy! How are you all today? Oh, wait, important things first. You'll all be quite relieved to know that I'm doing fabulous, as usual. Deal me in, Brainatra [Downs the martini.] Hey, uh, you! Guy who owes me twenty G's! [Narfpinky looks up helplessly.] Refresh my drink. Do it quick and I may cut you a hundred or so bucks' worth of slack. [Narfpinky reluctantly takes the glass, and walks over to the bar.]

BRAINATRA: And while you're up, turn on the TV! Maybe Sharklady's on.

[Narfpinky flicks the switch on the tube. We see Sharklady standing on a building rooftop, holding a cheesecake.]

SHARKLADY: [Shouting at the police below.] You'll never take me alive, you hear me?! NEVER!

NEWS ANNOUNCER: ...and although the cult's attempt to bomb the pastry factory that refused to produce their dessert of choice ended in failure, one particular cheesecake fanatic escaped police capture and seems to insist that, although the battle was lost, the war rages on. The woman, who has now been identified as one Jennifer Weston, is poised atop the building that houses the ToonZone Internet site. She is carrying a cheesecake, and claims not to be afraid to use it. When asked what he plans to do about the recent rash of pastry-related terrorist activity in our country, President Bush had this to say... [Cut to Dubya behind a podium.]

DUBYA: Yeah, uh...I'll get around to it! Promise!

HATTER: [Jumping up and saluting.] Heil Bush!

ROBERT: SHUT UP!

[Sharklady suddenly bursts in the door and looks around for a moment.]

SHARKLADY: Hey, guys! Uh...where's Dr. Belch?

BRAINATRA: [Indifferent; still looking at his cards.] Oh, he died last month. Some incident with a burned former girlfriend or something... Say, Hatter, got any eights?

HATTER: Nein!

SHARKLADY: Shoot! I needed someone to hold hostage. Ummm... [Bites her lip and looks around at the crew assembled.] I guess you'll do. [Grabs the hapless Narfpinky, who drops Craig's glass in the process.]

CRAIG: That's another five hundred for that glass, plus sentimental value and tax.

[Sharklady drags him to the window, and shouts to the cops below.]

SHARKLADY: Alright, I've got a hostage! Now, either that factory starts producing some serious quantities of cheesecake, or I'll force-feed this entire cake to what's-his-name here! This particular cheesecake is engineered to feed a full nuclear family every night for a week! No one could eat the entire thing in one sitting and live!

POLICEMAN # 1: Who's her hostage? Can you see?

POLICEMAN # 2: Eh, some nobody. C'mon, let's just go. Season thirteen of [I]Seinfeld starts tonight!

[The police all disperse.]

SHARKLADY: Hey, don't go! No fair! [Turning to the rest of the room.] I'll kill you *ALL*! I'll force you all to eat the cheesecake! There's plenty to go around! [Laughs maniacally.]

CRAIG: Uh, keep it down, doll? We're trying to play cards over here! [Putting four cards down.] Four Aces. I'm out!

BRAINATRA: Wait a minute...how many Aces are in a deck?

CRAIG: Four...

BRAINATRA: Aaand, if you just put down four...

CRAIG: Yes?

BRAINATRA: Which, correct me if I'm wrong...

CRAIG: Oh, I wouldn't think of--

BRAINATRA: Would leave a total of--

CRAIG: Uh-huh...

BRAINATRA: Zero...

CRAIG: Right.

BRAINATRA: Left in the deck.

CRAIG: Correct.

BRAINATRA: Which would make it a physical impossibility for me to be holding...three Aces? [Holds his hand up.]

CRAIG: Er...ah.

BRAINATRA: I...don't...like...it...when...people...cheat. [His eyes light up with fire, and suddenly a strong wind begins to blow around him. He rises from his chair, and fires lightning bolts from his eyes at Craig, who "Yipes!" and ducks behind the bar.]

DANIELLE: Wait...okay, I was following things okay until this Brainatra bit came up. If you would care to explain what exactly...?

CLARENCE: Oh, of course! Without you around, Brainatra was sucked through a transdimensional portal and spent a short time on Earth v. 4.6, during which time he was revamped into a supervillain. But he only undergoes the change when he is angered!

DANIELLE: Ah.

[As Craig cowers behind the bar, Urich, the faithful ToonZone bartender of the last three years, gallantly jumps on top of the bar and stands firm against Brainatra.]

BRAINATRA: Out of my way, foolish mortal!

URICH: Oh, come, Brainatra. After all this time, don't you think better of me than to abandon my stance at such a moment of turmoil? Well, like any good bartender, I'll go down with my bar. You want trouble? [He whips a harpoon out from behind the bar.] Let's dance.

[Urich put up a fine fight, but Brainatra finally gets the better of him, and sends him flying into Sharklady's cheesecake. Just the mere contact with the rich pastry puts him out of his senses, and when he's removed from it, he is in critical condition.]

DANIELLE: [Sobbing.] Oh, Urich! Urich! I knew him so well...

CLARENCE: You see? All this has happened because you were not there to type those twenty-eight blank lines.

ROBERT: [A la Grouch Marx.] Since this seems as absoid a time as any, I'll tell you all about my Manifesto...

HATTER: Aaah! Leftist! Prepare for death! [Attacks Robert.]

[Meanwhile, Brainatra continues zapping at Craig, who tries to dodge the bolts while simultaneously keeping his newly-obtained drink from spilling. Sharklady is brandishing her cake menacingly at anyone who'll look her way, as Narfpinky tries to slink off. Dr. Belch climbs in the window.]

BELCH: Think you can get away with not including me in your little alternate-world skit-thingee, do you? Write me off as dead, huh? Well, I'll show you! I've got a whole arsenal of gross-out smilies, and they'll devour you all!

[Utter chaos descends on the room, as everyone fights everyone, and Danielle looks on in horror. The door suddenly swings open, and in strolls Romey, carrying two suitcases and wearing an "I went to Italy on a budget, and all I bought myself was this lousy t-shirt!" shirt.]

ROMEY: Hey, y'all! Did I miss anything exciting?

BRAINATRA: Hey, it's Romey!

BELCH: Let's get him!

[Brainatra, Sharklady, Robert, Hatter, and Belch all attack the shocked-looking Romey. Craig shrugs as if to say, "Everybody else is doing it," and joins in. Narfpinky decides he's had about enough of this and simply walks out the door.]

CLARENCE: Now you know how important those twenty-eight blank lines were to the world. In fact, you'll never do anything in your life that has nearly as much of an impact ever again! But if you ever doubt your own self-worth...think merely of this reality that you have seen... [He fades away, and everything else fades back to the Real World. We see Brainatra, Narfpinky, Robert, Craig, and Hatter all sitting around the same card table, looking their usual selves. Urich is behind the bar, and there is a soda stain on the wall.]

ROBERT: [To Craig.] Got any threes?

CRAIG: Go fish. [To Brainatra.] Got any threes?

BRAINATRA: Go fish. [To Hatter.] Got any threes?

[Narfpinky shrugs. Danielle looks for another moment, then turns away.]

DANIELLE: Actually, that other world was a lot more fun. Clarence! Take me back, Clarence! I'm bored! Clarence! Awww...

---

-C
Feeling all gushy inside, now.

[Danielle]

{long pause}

[Danielle]

Um...okay.

[Danielle]

{'nother long pause}

[The Mad Hatter]

Oh.... laughing.... too... hard.... can't.... breathe.... (passes out)

(comes to)

Dear lord, that was too funny. I know you would probably have written that even if nobody would read it, but I sure enjoyed the heck out of that.

So I was an SS officer, eh? I can't say that I have any germanic conqueror blood in me, though I think a Norman ancestor of mine or two did kick some Anglo-Saxon butt during the battle of Hastings. Nowadays my conquesting urges are dormant, aside from the occasional conquest of a bag of Doritos.

[Danielle]

You do know that Clarence died 6 years ago, right? His replacement was a little guy named Francis. He's awfully lazy...

And, um, I don't know who Urich is. And if I did....SHAME ON YOU! I CAN'T GO INTO A BAR, I'M UNDERAGE!

Also, if I were gone, you wouldn't have anyone to get jealous over. :D

[Danielle]

Okay, if this is so important...




























There! 28 more blank lines! I bet the world's gonna collapse now.

[Narfpinky]

Originally posted by Danielle
There! 28 more blank lines! I bet the world's gonna collapse now.


No, you need 29 lines to make it collapse.

(Yes, I actually counted them.)



Craig, very amusing. :) Is this whole thing some subtle hint that I owe someone huge sums of money?

[Danielle]

Originally posted by Narfpinky



No, you need 29 lines to make it collapse.

(Yes, I actually counted them.)



No, there are 28.....wait, let me count them again.....yeah, 28.

[Craig Marinaro]

Hatter writes:

I know you would probably have written that even if nobody would read it,

Yeah, probably. But it's all the better if someone else enjoyed it, too. =)

Danielle rites:

You do know that Clarence died 6 years ago, right?

I would assume that's how he became a guardian angel. That's usually one of the job qualifications, you know...unless maybe he knows someone...

Danielle rights:

Also, if I were gone, you wouldn't have anyone to get jealous over.

What, me, moi, jealous? Perish the thought! Perish the very thought of the thought! Perish, oh so quickly, thou foolish thought, you! If perishable be this thought, may it live up to said adjective in rapid time! Begone, foul thought!

What am I jealous of, again?

Narfpinky queries:

Is this whole thing some subtle hint that I owe someone huge sums of money?

Um...I'unno. Do you want to?

-C
The next Dickens. ;)

[Danielle]

Originally posted byu Craig in response to The Mad Hatter

Yeah, probably. But it's all the better if someone else enjoyed it, too. =)

Clarence didn't enjoy it.

In response to the 'Clarence is dead' thingy

I would assume that's how he became a guardian angel. That's usually one of the job qualifications, you know...unless maybe he knows someone...

He knew St. Peter, but that didn't get him anywhere. When I meant die, I meant the guardian angel kinda-die. Y'see, when a guardian angel screws up, they die. Which means they are sent off to the other place (and boy, did he screw up! He left me in the twisted mental state I'm currently in!)


What, me, moi, jealous? Perish the thought! Perish the very thought of the thought! Perish, oh so quickly, thou foolish thought, you! If perishable be this thought, may it live up to said adjective in rapid time! Begone, foul thought!

Oh, really? You said so yourself. Yeah, I'll tell you when. As soon as I find it.

[Danielle]

Here it is. (http://www.toonzone.net/cgi-bin/wbcbb/wwwthread.cgi?action=show&board=wbcbb.archive82&bnum=82&num=15831&bg=wbcbb.archive82)

And what was your followup to that, Craig? Hmm?

[Craig Marinaro]

Why, that's three months old! You can't possibly expect me to hold to everything I say! I'm growing and changing every moment! Why, just today I've started wearing contacts, memorized pi to the twentieth digit, and discovered the true meaning of Yoodonal!

But if thinking I'm jealous of you makes you feel better, fine. That's a prime sign of insecurity, you know! I've got my rugged good lucks...my stylish flair for the dramatic...several clean pairs of socks...and that big open field across the street! I don't know what else I could possibly want.

Can't think of a thing.

Sorry.

-C

[Danielle]

Originally posted by Craig
I don't know what else I could possibly want.

Can't think of a thing.

Sorry.



Have you figured out the proper techinique for anvil-throwing yet?

[Danielle]

BTW, you passed Post #100 two posts ago.

[Narfpinky]

Originally posted by Danielle
BTW, you passed Post #100 two posts ago.

Well, there you are then, Craig.

Job well done, NARF!

[Danielle]

28 more blank lines to make sure you stay happy, Narfpinky!

[Danielle]

There you are!

[Danielle]

Wait...




























Something's wrong here...

[Danielle]

There we go! I guess they can't let you type blank lines unless it starts and ends with words.

[Sharklady]

Definitely amusing, tho you have my cheesecake preferences slightly skewed. I've always prefered the homemade kind (so long as they don't go too heavy on the graham-cracker-crumbs & grated lemon peel; I've got a few bad memories there...)

[Nftnat]

Oh, y'all're still here, heh-heh... Umm, good one, Craig. You sure that post doesn't belong elsewhere? Say, on the storyboard? I can't say the alternate --- or Earth-XY&Z for Brainatra's benefit --- reality was totally without redemptive value; @ least Craig wasn't "dead", & robert was going off on all those tangents. Oh, & Hatter's politics were somewhat more to my liking, altho the phrase too much of a good thing comes to mind. Maybe it was just his turn to go crazy; let's see, Craig, NarfPinky, Romey, Sharklady, Danielle... yep, it was his turn. Now, to weave some loose ends here. Hatter, I believe Anglo-Saxon was part of the Germanic language & ethnic families. And since then the Saxon & the Norman have gotten so mixed in it's hard to tell 'em apart anymore. And weren't the Normans originally Vikings? See it? DON'T SEE IT? And speaking of see it, I see now, Craig. I now accept that Danielle was the Phantom Anviller. Belchie, I'll see you your minor Scottish nobility & match it with minor English nobility. Some ancestor of mine, a prefectory of sumpn'r'other, took a fleet of ships across a lake & saved the king sometime during the Wars of the Roses, & got knighted for it. About that jealous flap, it depends on what the definition of "jealous" is. And Danielle, you can see the further effects of your having non-written those non-lines in who all was not even there. Brian, Harley, Colin, Siren, me --- altho I'd never go into a bar either. I too am curious as to who this Urich is; Robert Urich? Who's been to starring / recurring roles what William Schallert has been in guest appearances? Just a thot.

[Craig Marinaro]

You sure that post doesn't belong elsewhere? Say, on the storyboard?

Well, I was afraid a few people who didn't appreciate my unique comedy stylings might tell me where it belonged...wasn't anything as nice as the Story Board, though. ;)

I now accept that Danielle was the Phantom Anviller.

You see? It all makes perfect sense now, right?

Some ancestor of mine, a prefectory of sumpn'r'other, took a fleet of ships across a lake & saved the king sometime during the Wars of the Roses, & got knighted for it.

My ancestry on my mother's side has been traced back to English and Scottish royalty, all the way up to Alfred the Great, by my uncle, and was corroborated by all sorts of official documents and research and stuff. If all those great kings and warriors and patriots could've looked ahead in time and seen that all their lives would eventually come down to me, I can only assume they would've killed themselves on the spot.

And Danielle, you can see the further effects of your having non-written those non-lines in who all was not even there. Brian, Harley, Colin, Siren, me ---

You weren't one of the prime Phantom Anviller suspects either, were you? Hmmm...I'll get around to caricaturing you one of these days. I'm sure the kids would love it. ;)

altho I'd never go into a bar either.

Guy walks into a bar...what does he say?























































































(wait for it)





























































































































(oh, wait...this is Danielle's shtick, isn't it?)































































































































(sorry, Danielle)
























































































(here it comes!)










































































"Ouch!"

-C
(rimshot)

[Nftnat]

Originally posted by Craig


You weren't one of the prime Phantom Anviller suspects either, were you? Hmmm...I'll get around to caricaturing you one of these days. I'm sure the kids would love it. ;)

Well, it was you who wondered how I knew my anvil was coming.

[DR. BELCH]

Murdered by an embittered former lover, eh? With my luck that's how it'll happen...though it'd be even worse if she's a bad shot and I just end up with a bruised kidney or a leaking pancreas.
Well, I celebrated Independence Day a bit late, on the fifth, at a friend's house...but at least I got to see some fireworks and nosh on barbecue. I set off a few of my old favorites--bottle rockets, inserted inside soda cans for an optimum blast. A really good 'cracker can blow a can clean in half.
There's nothing more quaintly Southern than two rednecks reading the instructions on a pack of fireworks in the dark using a lit match for illumination.http://www.contrabandent.com/pez/contrib/dvv/boom.gif
My niece Saliah didn't seem to like the fireworks much--all that banging terrified her. http://www.contrabandent.com/pez/otn/sad/11zcry.gif
CRAIG:
Feeling all gushy inside, now.
Either it's sentiment or a batch of bad clams. ;)

[Sharklady]

> What, me, moi, jealous? Perish the thought! Perish the very thought of the thought! Perish, oh so quickly, thou foolish thought, you! If perishable be this thought, may it live up to said adjective in rapid time! Begone, foul thought! <

Sounds like Mojo Jojo doing Shakespeare. (Hmm, interesting image.)

[Nftnat]

Wait, I get it now. In that alternate reality, somehow Danielle not non-writing those non-lines resulted in catastrophe for toonzone. Brian, Harley & Colin closed shop. Without their collaborators or their chief means of staying out of trouble, Craig went Hollywood while Romey went in the other direction.

[Colin]

Originally posted by Nftnat
Wait, I get it now. In that alternate reality, somehow Danielle not non-writing those non-lines resulted in catastrophe for toonzone. Brian, Harley & Colin closed shop. Without their collaborators or their chief means of staying out of trouble, Craig went Hollywood while Romey went in the other direction.

Well, it's a damn good thing that Danielle posted those 28 lines of nothing... we don't need to see Craig in Hollywood (and, if we really wanted to see Craig make it big in Hollywood, the easier route would have been to drop him in the middle of Survivor) and as for Romey, well, I'm afraid that some things are just bound to happen... maybe he's just avoiding the Draft... (I told you to close the window...)

[Nftnat]

Wait another minute; it's all starting to make sense now. Those shown in the alternate reality are the hardcore toonzoners; the rest of us have other interests. If toonzone had gone bye-bye, well let's see, there'd've been nothing for Siren & G I Doh to've come back for; Captain Caps would still be hanging around 80sxchange (where one day I will make a second post); --- wait a minute, robert's there! Does that mean something went wrong with the Histeria fan group too? Did that mb crash again? Now see, that's why we need Dr. BELCH over there. And lessee, Termite Terrace (Matthew Hunter & Jack) & World's Finest (Dick Grayson, Inque, Two-Face, BatBoy2000, wait a sec, what about Harley & Hatter?) would've spun off, RockItShipper has plenty of P*k*-stuff out there, K & L (what I'd call Avran & Delia; I'd probably be J) wouldn't've gotten here, the Archivist would be elsewhere. And me? Well, there's the TTAFF mailing list, the RoRos fanhood, the ngs, hey! I've meaning to get more involved in the online southern gospel fan community; this could be the shove I've been looking for. Or maybe I'd do what I could to help Psycho Fox & Gookie get control of WB, I dunno.

[Danielle]

I'm coming in a bit late, aren't I? Okay, in order of reply:

Sharklady: I have had bad memories with cheesecake. Period.

Nftnat: The Normans were originally Vikings, but I don't even know what this is about, so I'll just skip that.
>>I now accept that Danielle was the Phantom Anviller.
How could you not? I believe I said it outright one time: "I am the Phantom Anviller"! And who else would do it? And I'm confused about this Urich too...is he anything like Yurick, 'cause Craig seemed to imply that.

Craig: Not only did you use my zillion-blank-line schtick, and not only did you tell a really corny joke at the end....but you also spelled 'schtick' wrong!

DR BELCH: Okay, the smilies are getting a bit old. Where do you live, BTW? In a place where it's legal to set off firecrackers, obviously.

Re: Alternate reality

HUH?!

[Craig Marinaro]

Not only did you use my zillion-blank-line schtick, and not only did you tell a really corny joke at the end....but you also spelled 'schtick' wrong!

Actually, the proper English spelling is "shtick." I spelled it "schtick" for years, but I actually looked it up one day, and it's "shtick."

"Schtick" does look a lot cooler though. Maybe I'll go back to that again.

-C

[Danielle]

Originally posted by Craig


Actually, the proper English spelling is "shtick."

Ah, but 'schtick' isn't an English word, is it?

[Craig Marinaro]

No, but I'm still too young to mix languages. Try again next weekend.

-C
Not saying a word about Urich.

[DR. BELCH]

DANIELLE:
DR BELCH: Okay, the smilies are getting a bit old.
I've slacked off a bit using them...except for the one in my avatar. I'll probably get all my avvys there because it's easier than trying to shrink a full sized .jpg. It's sort of a cockroach-meets-Jeff-Goldblum-in-The Fly thing. Ain't he adorable?
Where do you live, BTW? In a place where it's legal to set off firecrackers, obviously.
Like it says under my name, in the Missouri Bootheel. You can't shoot off the big bangers without a permit in the city limits, but if you go out way into the country you can hoot and holler and risk your fingers all you want.
"Schtick" is an adapted Yiddish word, I believe--like "shmuck", "schlemiel", "schmendrick", and "schmoe". On this last one--I've seen it spelled "schmow", but to me that looks like it should be pronounced to rhyme with "plow", so I spell it with an e. I'd better stop before I go Gallagher and start smashing watermelons with a mallet....

[Danielle]

I can't help it if the words 'on' and 'off' start with the same letters.

List of Yiddish words that people consider English:



chutzpah
klutz
kvetch
nosh
oy vey/vay
schlemiel
schlemazal
schlep
schtick
tchotchke
shvantz (okay, none of that!)


Craig: You don't have to say a word. Say a letter about Urich!

DR BELCH: Well, I haven't been seeing your gross smilies lately (except in that other post where the smilie blew up in a-well, never mind) That's a nice avatar, it looks like a cocoon.

Originally posted by DR. BELCH

I'd better stop before I go Gallagher and start smashing watermelons with a mallet....

Uh-huh.......

[Nftnat]

Imo they're Yiddish words & American English words. American English is a very inclusive language, accepting words from all languages, words ranging from kwanzaa to kimono to ketchup. Why should the above Yiddish words be any different?

[Danielle]

They're different 'cause.....'cause......'cause I said so!

[don Jaime]

I posted to this thread once before. Now, I'm going to do it again!

[don Jaime]

There! That felt good. I think I'll do it again.

[Nftnat]

That was pointless.


--- a la Dot, or Babs

[don Jaime]

Yup. It sure was.

We should try to keep this thread going to next Independence Day!

[Danielle]

Alright!