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The 2006 Bulwer Lytton contest results are up. I have just spent a happy hour gurgling with hysterical laughter, and watching in awed horror as my vocabulary turgidifies, hyperbolates and slides inexorably down the drain. Current absolute favourite, from the random runner-up category: "Twas brillig, and the toves were not just slithy, they were stinking drunk."
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first_fallen recently supplied our felines with a bag of fresh catnip. The dear little druggies spent yesterday afternoon munching, giggling and generally acting like a bunch of stoner hippies. Ounce was particularly entertaining: he played madly with a random catnip leaf, leaping vertically into the air to pounce on it from a dizzy height, and then lay in front of the heater for the next hour, trying to wash his paws and missing. He's much less paranoid when he's stoned: we may have to introduce a regular supply for theraputic purposes.
first_fallen recently supplied our felines with a bag of fresh catnip. The dear little druggies spent yesterday afternoon munching, giggling and generally acting like a bunch of stoner hippies. Ounce was particularly entertaining: he played madly with a random catnip leaf, leaping vertically into the air to pounce on it from a dizzy height, and then lay in front of the heater for the next hour, trying to wash his paws and missing. He's much less paranoid when he's stoned: we may have to introduce a regular supply for theraputic purposes.
