That ostrich is spoiling my Christmas Day. I wonder if I had better go inside.
SHAKE IT DON'T BREAK IT BAY-BEE!!!
*sigh* I can remember Christmas when it filled me with wonder. The exquisite waiting for morning to come...Oh, how I wish the clocks would advance.
"I suppose it's time itself that's to blame, really... Who can say? Funny how things go. I'd help myself to some festive spirits, but I've never been much for drink. Still..."
According to current reflective data, B0XB9 has been able to observe and chart the cumulative, robot-oriented effects of hitherto uncalculated hardship and woe.
YOU MUST PURCHASE THESE ITEMS AT THE SUPERMARKET (FAILURE TO DO SO WILL RESULT IN DISCIPLINARY ACTION): *MILK* *CHEESE* *BAG OF CARROTS* *MARGERINE* *FROZEN CHICKEN DINNERS* *LIGHT BULBS* *BREAD*....
I've got it easy! *whew* But what about the NEXT person?
YOU MUST CEASE ALL CLOWN-RELATED ACTIVITY. STAY AWAY FROM THEME PARKS AND OUTDOOR AMUSEMENT AREAS. YOU MUST SEEK EMPLOYMENT AS A COOK. FAILURE TO DO SO WILL RESULT IN TERMINATION OF LIVING ALLOWANCE.
*GULP!* I guess I could do that - I'd better hurry up and learn to cook! I feel sorry for the NEXT person in line!
"But Ashlyn - you and I were meant for each other. Don't you see?" "Brad, you know I can't forgive you after what happened with Caitlyn. You lied to me!" "What Brendan told you wasn't true..."
Very understanding boys, letting me out like that... still it's a shame. I haven't slept in two days. I suppose if I had been more fond of Wagner... but then...
Much later...
Here we are. Lovely spot for a picnic. I don't mind sitting in the water. Heavens!
Here's a friendly-looking fellow. I wish I could ask for help, but I'm running out of air.
You won't last long down here - if it isn't the water in your lungs, it'll be the cold. Climb into my stomach and we'll see if we can't get you to an island or something.
*sputter* That was a tight fit. At least I can breathe in here for a while.
I'd better find a seat - we're beginning to move. I wonder how long it will take us to find an island?
*splutter* I can't thank you enough for fishing me out of there. I've never eaten so much kelp in my life.
Don't mention it! You should see what usually comes up in those nets. Say, you weren't looking to go anywhere in particular, were you?
Here's why I ask: in the Spring of 1823, after boarding this vessel in a sack of flour, I overheard the captain say something to the mess cook that changed my - hm?
Sorry - I'm listening. I hope you don’t mind if I just nip inside for a glass of fresh water.
Mind? Why, I'd come in and join you if there were any left. Sadly, there's a bit of "Rime of the Ancient Mariner" going around these days! (ho! ho!)
Sully? You're gonna fall offa there! Hey, Sully - you shouldn't oughta be sittin' up on the edge like that. You could hurt yourself! How many times I gotta tell you? Sully!
I can't even look you in the eyes no more, Sully! I get all wobbly every night thinkin' about you up there like a crazy fool. You wanna go to the hospital, Sully? Fine by me.
I just wanna say - real friends don't do this to each other, Sully! They don't do this to each other.
What a cruel fate that I, who have learned to give life to lines of cold graphite, cannot draw worth a damn. He was once my favourite horse - now look at him! He haunts my laboratory day and night!
But I must be quiet, or he'll find me. He is my guilty conscience, Simon. You think he does not know my secrets? But there is still that one last chamber... look at him. Watch him enter it...
Yes...yes... it's dark back there, isn't it? Now he sees what I've become! Have pity on my trembling hands, Simon... I only wanted to remember him forever! Forgive me, Snuffles!
I've prepared the re-entry chamber upstairs for you, Doctor Cambiari.
Thank you, Philip. I'll step into the matter transmitter while you put away those groceries. I'll meet you up in the kitchen in a moment. We'll have salad to celebrate!
Philip and I had been working on this for months, and it was finally ready for the ultimate test - an actual human teleportation! I locked the door behind me, and steadied my hands at the controls.
I cannot relate the horror of what happened when the transmitter started the molecular relay process...
What's happening to my hands? Good God! Philip must have dropped the cauliflower in the re-entry chamber!
My father used to say "Life is like a box of chocolates. Also in the box is a small amount of radioactive material. Attached to the material, via a geiger counter, is a device."
"Say, within an hour, that there is an equal probability that one of the radioactive atoms will decay or not. If an atom decays, the device will spray ketchup over the chocolates and ruin them."
I should have worn my hip waders.
"If we left the box and its contents for an hour, we could say that the psi-function of the entire system would contain both ketchup-covered and non-ketchup-covered chocolates in equal amounts."
So you should open the chocolates as soon as you get home? Is that what you're saying?
Wait - I think I understand you, but I have some questions. First, why would you have to attach the ketchup-spraying device to the radioactive material at all? Geiger counters don't work like that.
I wish I'd brought my hip waders.
And secondly - was he simply saying that some of the chocolates would have ketchup on them and some would not? That they all would have ketchup on them AND they all would not? It ain't clear, sonny.
I don't know - I've never opened a box of chocolates.
That reminds me - I have to go home and check on my cat.