There's a newsreader on the radio here who's, well, not very good. In the past there's been such wondrous news items as a football team ravished by injuries. This morning:
I'd start making a list of every time she says something like that, but I need those last few shreds of my faith in humanity.
"...the strike from the stagehands union has ended, allowing carpenters, electricians, and sound and lightning technicians to return to work."Sound and lightning technicians. Lightning. As in stagehand!Thor? Did I maybe miss the part of the Prose Edda that details the Æsir's production of The Pirates of Penzance at Bilskirnir?
I'd start making a list of every time she says something like that, but I need those last few shreds of my faith in humanity.
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Date: 2007-11-29 11:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-30 05:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-30 02:03 am (UTC)*ting*
*tingtingtingtingting*
*krakoom!*
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Date: 2007-11-30 05:40 am (UTC)"Oh, hi. You're in the orchestra?"
"Yep! I play... um, thetriangle."
"I... didn't quite catch that."
"Thetriangle."
"Pardon?"
"THE TRIANGLE, OK! HAPPY NOW?"
"Um, crazy. So, what is it you do."
"Sit there, mostly, but sometimes I get a bit to play, and then I go off."
"With the triangle?"
"STOP PERSECUTING MEEEEE!"
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Date: 2007-11-30 03:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-30 05:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-30 02:37 pm (UTC)Kinky!
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Date: 2007-11-30 09:02 pm (UTC)No, you don't. Make the list. It'll be awesome.
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Date: 2007-12-01 02:52 am (UTC)