Monday, November 16, 2009
I try to have faith that I will be able to stay me, to read, to enjoy just being surrounded by books even if I can't read them. But I fear I will lose that part of myself that longs to move slowly and quietly and reverently on marble floors beside the stacks of books centuries older than I.
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
I don't usually "borrow" entire blog entries, but this entry at the Volokh Conspiracy couldn't be shortened. Besides, most of the post itself is a block quote from another post...
Click here to read the whole parody, as written by By William Akoi, Chris Condrat, and Ryan Merril-Johnson.
As Eugene Volokh notes, this will only be funny if you've read a certain children's book.
But for us, very funny: Alexander the Great and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Day. The opening paragraphs:I left the battle with blood in my helmet and now there’s blood in my hair and when I got out of my armor this afternoon I tripped on a dead solder and by mistake I dropped my sword in the catapult while the thing was launching and I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.
At dinner Aristotle found a fat juicy rabbit in the tall overgrown grass and Demetrius found a striking young buck in the tall overgrown grass but in my tall overgrown grass all I found was tall overgrown grass.
I think I’ll move to Carthage.