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Don't fret now, loyal halfbakers, remember your dismay ?
When once it seemed, for months and months, the site had gone away ?
But thanks to Jutta's magic touch, the server's now OK !
Glad tidings of custard and joy, custard and joy,
Glad tidings of custard and joy.
O
great the woe, O thick the gloom, no croissants to be seen,
Where once were pages of ideas, 'twas just an empty screen,
And life without the bakery seemed empty, grim and mean,
Glad tidings of custard and joy, custard and joy,
Glad tidings of custard and joy.
No more to read of Panic PINs, nor talk of jam and bees,
No more the hope of understanding elephantine knees,
No trebuchets to hurl mime artists high into the trees,
Glad tidings of custard and joy, custard and joy,
Glad tidings of custard and joy.
Behold ! The thoughts come thick and fast, the fishbones and the buns,
The insults and the pedantry, the jokes and dreadful puns,
And closely reasoned arguments on politics and guns,
Glad tidings of custard and joy, custard and joy,
Glad tidings of custard and joy.
But all is right, and all is well, the massed halfbakers sing,
In praise of She who took the time to do that wondrous thing,
To resurrect the 'bakery, and let our thoughts take wing,
Glad tidings of custard and joy, custard and joy,
Glad tidings of custard and joy !
A moment's silence please, to remember the Great Outage of 2018.
Thankyou, Jutta, from everyone.
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Category ... ? Halfbakery:Seasonal, or Halfbakery:Song ? It fts in either. |
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Good grief, [8th]. I can find no fault with this. Please take it
away. |
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Well ... maybe if you get Sturton to give us our Okapi-stretcher back, INCLUDING the bassoon capstan. |
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Alas, he lost it in a wager he made on your behalf. If the goat
had landed two inches to the left, you'd have been rich. He
knew you'd understand. |
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Ditto, plus a standing ovation. |
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Technically, of course, it should probably read "In praise of *Her*
who took the time [...]" ... |
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... and [8th]'s Mark IV pedant trap claims another victim. |
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<Starts to load captive-bolt humane killer/> |
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Actually, in the original version it actually was "Her". But it's a set of lyrics, which don't necessarily follow the strict rules of grammar, and "She" seemed to fit better. |
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<Puts humane killer aside and traverses 8.8cm FlAK 39 onto target/> |
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Due respect to your FlAK 88. In early versions of Call of Duty, it
was the only heavy weapon where, in a surface-to-surface role,
you didn't have to allow for the shot falling away at long range;
you just pointed the thing straight at the target, and it was all
over. I imagine that's a function of muzzle velocity. |
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But my children tell me my superpower is always having a biro in
my pocket, and with that I hastily write myself out. |
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A lopsided stick figure can briefly be seen zigzagging to the
horizon, with grotesque, obviously-sped-up-film movements. |
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<Frantic winding on traverse and elevation wheels/> |
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Bah. You can run, but you can't hide ... oh. |
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It seems you can hide as well. |
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<Wonders which of the three small bushes [pertinax] is hiding behind in order Not To Be Seen/> |
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Would you say "Her took the time"? No, you'd say "She took
the time". I think a lot of people in the same position
wouldn't have. |
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Ah, but you see the nominative case is carried by the relative
pronoun, "who", because she is the subject of the relative clause.
Of the main clause, however, she is a very indirect object. |
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//a lot of people in the same position// will make an excellent
decoy target for [8th]'s FlAK 88. I shall observe with interest
from a neighbouring county. |
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// Of the main clause, however, she is a very indirect object // |
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Get out of town ... you, and the gerund you rode in on ... |
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BOOMskreeeeeeeeeeeeTHUD .... |
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You still there, [pert] ? |
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I'm feeling a little tense. |
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In that case, you should decline to participate further. |
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Hmm .. let's try the left-hand bush ... |
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BOOMskreeeeeeeeeeeeTHUD .... |
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You still there, [pert] ? |
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<Browses rack of ready-use ammunition/> |
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<Selects fragmentation round, sets time delay/> |
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BOOMskreeeeeeeeeeeeWHACK ... |
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You still there, [pert] ? |
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Well, if there's one thing the Borg a good at, it's being relentless in pursuit of an objective. |
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<Prepares to re-mount FlAK 88 onto wheelsets prior to commencing the hunt for [pert]/> |
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Pity those three bushes were the last survivors of your forgotten
scheme to cross catnip with venus flytraps. |
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// scheme to cross catnip with venus flytraps // |
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Well, [MB] should still have the list of original gene edits somewhere ... ho hum, back to the potting shed. |
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//re-mount FlAK 88 onto wheelsets//
See, there's your problem. You sacrificed portability for
destructive capacity.
<Shakes head in dismay> Borg. Always gotta go big... |
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// You sacrificed portability for destructive capacity // |
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... and style. Even our target acknowledges that. |
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Where's he gone, by the way ? |
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Croissant de Noël pour vous [Jutta], et toute la gang! |
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