tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4553951271806645988.post8566332280159320836..comments2023-10-29T12:28:26.775+00:00Comments on Charley Robson's Leaning Tower of Plot: The Lament of the Grammar NaziCharley Robsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09542608515324640174noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4553951271806645988.post-51298811103287863212012-07-07T18:47:18.124+01:002012-07-07T18:47:18.124+01:00The Head Phil dissolves into paroxysms of terror. ...The Head Phil dissolves into paroxysms of terror. "Goo Gun!" he screams. "Googun googoo gaga gungun! Gungan! JAR JAR BINKS! Hahahahaha... Mesa ears so floopy mesa could wipe mesa nose with dem without tuggin' at all!" He flops, unconscious, onto Elorithryn.Liam, Head Philhttp://insideliamsbrain.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4553951271806645988.post-15314065014482646632012-07-07T15:52:00.261+01:002012-07-07T15:52:00.261+01:00Ehehehe :D I confess I'm a Tumblr user, theref...Ehehehe :D I confess I'm a Tumblr user, therefore "asdfghkl", "idek", "lol" and various other phrases of incorrect grammar are most definitely in my vocabulary. Unlike some people, however, I know how to turn them off. Mostly. I still say, "I can't even." a lot.Miriam Joyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10516402325473855925noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4553951271806645988.post-26369441721898630312012-07-07T13:41:20.673+01:002012-07-07T13:41:20.673+01:00I... Wow. That has got to be the most poignant pie...I... Wow. That has got to be the most poignant piece of Grammar Nazi literature out there. :P It's brilliant! I love it! Oh, the beautiful tragedy of it all...<br /><br />Oh, and, erm, also: Hello! :D I've been lurking around in the shadows of your awesome blog (like the horrible internet creeper that I am) for a little while now, but I thought I might come out into the sunlight and say hey. ^^SpaceDragonshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10497602443793026454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4553951271806645988.post-50941305545549204322012-07-07T12:43:01.749+01:002012-07-07T12:43:01.749+01:00"Now wait just a cotton picking minute."..."Now wait just a cotton picking minute." Elo rubs her head and picks up the phone. She stares at it intently and then makes a Raspberry back at it. "What?" she looks around talking to no one in particular, "It gave me one..."<br /><br />Heaving a sigh she reaches out and grabs head Phil's arm. "Come on let's get you out of here and back into the real world." She pulls him up and out of the pit. "You're just lucky she didn't use," Elo glances around and then whispers really quietly it Head Phil, "the Goo Gun." The woman shudders.Cathryn Leighhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14816869021658935999noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4553951271806645988.post-88094089081574276912012-07-06T14:25:19.900+01:002012-07-06T14:25:19.900+01:00The Head Phil scrabbles at the side of the pit as ...The Head Phil scrabbles at the side of the pit as he falls, managing to make a 72-point word before he vanishes into the darkness. His screams reverberate throughout the chamber as he is tortured without mercy. Little do his tormentors know that he has activated the voice command feature on his father's iPhone, which he had pinched the day before during a particularly boring conference. Hearing "AAAAAAAGHHHHHNONONONONONONO!" from the Head Phil, the phone says in its computerized female voice, "Searching internet for 'How to make pancakes' now." Liam screams again, and the phone asks "I'm sorry, I didn't get that. Would you like me to search the internet for *incomprehensible sounds*?" After another scream, the phone says in an annoyed tone, "Well, if you're so smart, you can do that yourself." Squirming violently, the phone jumps down and bops Elorithryn on the head.Liam, Head Philhttp://insideliamsbrain.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4553951271806645988.post-28399651258487917662012-07-06T04:35:00.745+01:002012-07-06T04:35:00.745+01:00*CUDDLES!*
Motherly laughter echos from the pit as...*CUDDLES!*<br />Motherly laughter echos from the pit as Elorithryn rises from their midst, arms out stretched.<br /><br />*giggles* I couldn't help myself. :}<br />(P.S. I like the poem Charley, though it went slightly over my head, but that could just be the fact it's bed time for me.. make that well past bedtime.)Cathryn Leighhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14816869021658935999noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4553951271806645988.post-77159992380487797092012-07-05T23:42:11.497+01:002012-07-05T23:42:11.497+01:00(Sorry, I just can't do these things without t...(Sorry, I just can't do these things without third person. So saying, here we go again.)<br />"It will be so," wailed the Head Phil pathetically, allowing him to be dragged to the Tribble Pit until he heard the words "cuddle you". He began struggling. "No, no, no! Head Phil can punish his-self! No cuddling! NOOOO!"Liam, Head Philhttp://insideliamsbrain.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4553951271806645988.post-27596848430558935102012-07-05T22:35:43.023+01:002012-07-05T22:35:43.023+01:00I say it SHALL NOT BE SO! *grabs Liam and tows him...I say it SHALL NOT BE SO! *grabs Liam and tows him into the Tribble Pit* They will cuddle you to death instead!Charley Robsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09542608515324640174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4553951271806645988.post-63762612284967629472012-07-05T20:07:53.440+01:002012-07-05T20:07:53.440+01:00Don't worry about it. I shouldn't be comp...Don't worry about it. I shouldn't be complaining to you at all. My fault. Head Phil should be punished! *bangs head against wall*Liam, Head Philhttp://insideliamsbrain.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4553951271806645988.post-51349303866242273392012-07-05T18:52:11.003+01:002012-07-05T18:52:11.003+01:00Hehehe, I assure you poetry is a minority in my po...Hehehe, I assure you poetry is a minority in my posts - I'll be back to prose on Saturday ;)Charley Robsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09542608515324640174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4553951271806645988.post-52357662433944665682012-07-05T16:22:24.093+01:002012-07-05T16:22:24.093+01:00Yeah, prose would never have worked for something ...Yeah, prose would never have worked for something like this. Don't worry about me, though. It's my fault for not making sure I don't skim over anything.Liam, Head Philhttp://insideliamsbrain.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4553951271806645988.post-36376453410852818702012-07-05T14:57:00.171+01:002012-07-05T14:57:00.171+01:00I'm sorry about that - I would have written th...I'm sorry about that - I would have written this prosally, but poetry just seemed more fitting. Glad you liked the last lines though. I think they're probably my favourite part xDCharley Robsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09542608515324640174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4553951271806645988.post-14283068953211817132012-07-05T14:56:25.244+01:002012-07-05T14:56:25.244+01:00Haha, thank you! I was laughing at the ridiculousn...Haha, thank you! I was laughing at the ridiculousness of it all while I wrote this xDCharley Robsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09542608515324640174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4553951271806645988.post-29528421360405263322012-07-05T14:46:18.055+01:002012-07-05T14:46:18.055+01:00I could barely understand it, but I got the last f...I could barely understand it, but I got the last five lines. A perfect rant against the condensed language.Liam, Head Philhttp://insideliamsbrain.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4553951271806645988.post-33994541880075421772012-07-05T12:59:49.050+01:002012-07-05T12:59:49.050+01:00"...poetry's keening wail" indeed! A..."...poetry's keening wail" indeed! And I did laugh out loud at the end. Who wouldn't?Monica Manninghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15261586665831377609noreply@blogger.com