Sunday, July 09, 2006
Oh, SanaBanana, You Genius Word Maker, You!!!
PREEEEESSSSENNNNNNNTINGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!
SANA BANANA'S BRAND NEW WORD!!!!!!
Er.
Ok.
Somehow, that seems kind of anticlimactic. I HAVE to learn how to build up suspense properly instead of blundering along straight to the point.
Ok. Let's think how to RECTIFY this now, let's think good and hard.
I, OF COURSE, BEING A GENIUS, HAVE FIGURED IT OUT!!!
You're going to pretend that I'm actually a lot funnier and smarter than I really am, and somehow, force yourself to believe it. You will then feed this load of crap to all your friends, so that they TOO will be under the impression that I'm really NOT a basket case.
SEE WHAT GENIUS PLANS I CREATE?!
Of course you do.
Getting to the point, this is actually a blog about why leaving meaningless tags on every webbie you go to can actually be BENEFICIAL in some way.
To yourself, I mean. We all know the world pines for my hilariously, astonishingly witty repartee, that I leave in disgustingly huge quantities on people's tagboards.
But at times, being such a cleverly cleverclev DOES get irritating, and self-gain is REQUIRED to allow one to make sense of one's empty, pathetic, blog-hunting and taggering existence.
For all of you who currently wonder what in the name of almighty SFUFF I am lunatically ranting about.....
I made a new word and it sprung to my immensely large brain while leaving a tag at Chocolatte, which I ALSO recently bared my hole-filled soul at.
End of story, and I DID try to drag it out for as long as possible but I kind of got lost half way.
Remember what we talked about earlier, about you pretending that I rock your socks? Yeah, let's keep on with that.
WITH THAT, I GIVE YOU:
kadootzie - defn: The rear end. Le derriere. Ze buttocks. Whatever way you choose to spin in, FROM NOW ON, you shall be forced, of course, to copycat my masterstroke of linguistic INTELLIGIOSITY.
Thus, with this entry, I introduce you, O Young Kadootzie, to the likes of Sfuff, MatMat, Meh?, Squee, Meaahaah, Shizelle and her cousin Crapizzelle, Ortokay and, finally, Squck, your siblings in the new, scary world of Sanaspeak. Yes, I know. You are dazzled at the cleverness and creativity of the name. What can I say, people, it's a gift granted to few.
Am I high?
No. I'd LOVE to say I am, because people seem to excuse sheer, seamless idiocy rather well when told that a person is mentally skewered.
I, however, am proud to announce that this sudden blast of moron comes straight from within the very folds of my black, stone heart.
Plus, I'm not cool enough to be high.
:( Now you've depressed me. I hate you.
Go make yourself useful and comment.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a complete and total NONSENSE post and if you were brave, stupid or dotingly loyal enough to read it, kudos to you and kindly consult a shrink immediately. The author promises she'll be back with more soul-bearing, self-validating, whinefest material soon.
Currently though, she's dealing with three big assignments that need finishing. Physics, I hope you die a slow, painful, murderous, truly EXCRUCIATING DEATH
With that pleasant sentiment, kindly do not hate me and realize that AT TIMES, even Sana can be normal.
Toodles!
SANA BANANA'S BRAND NEW WORD!!!!!!
Er.
Ok.
Somehow, that seems kind of anticlimactic. I HAVE to learn how to build up suspense properly instead of blundering along straight to the point.
Ok. Let's think how to RECTIFY this now, let's think good and hard.
I, OF COURSE, BEING A GENIUS, HAVE FIGURED IT OUT!!!
You're going to pretend that I'm actually a lot funnier and smarter than I really am, and somehow, force yourself to believe it. You will then feed this load of crap to all your friends, so that they TOO will be under the impression that I'm really NOT a basket case.
SEE WHAT GENIUS PLANS I CREATE?!
Of course you do.
Getting to the point, this is actually a blog about why leaving meaningless tags on every webbie you go to can actually be BENEFICIAL in some way.
To yourself, I mean. We all know the world pines for my hilariously, astonishingly witty repartee, that I leave in disgustingly huge quantities on people's tagboards.
But at times, being such a cleverly cleverclev DOES get irritating, and self-gain is REQUIRED to allow one to make sense of one's empty, pathetic, blog-hunting and taggering existence.
For all of you who currently wonder what in the name of almighty SFUFF I am lunatically ranting about.....
I made a new word and it sprung to my immensely large brain while leaving a tag at Chocolatte, which I ALSO recently bared my hole-filled soul at.
End of story, and I DID try to drag it out for as long as possible but I kind of got lost half way.
Remember what we talked about earlier, about you pretending that I rock your socks? Yeah, let's keep on with that.
WITH THAT, I GIVE YOU:
kadootzie - defn: The rear end. Le derriere. Ze buttocks. Whatever way you choose to spin in, FROM NOW ON, you shall be forced, of course, to copycat my masterstroke of linguistic INTELLIGIOSITY.
Thus, with this entry, I introduce you, O Young Kadootzie, to the likes of Sfuff, MatMat, Meh?, Squee, Meaahaah, Shizelle and her cousin Crapizzelle, Ortokay and, finally, Squck, your siblings in the new, scary world of Sanaspeak. Yes, I know. You are dazzled at the cleverness and creativity of the name. What can I say, people, it's a gift granted to few.
Am I high?
No. I'd LOVE to say I am, because people seem to excuse sheer, seamless idiocy rather well when told that a person is mentally skewered.
I, however, am proud to announce that this sudden blast of moron comes straight from within the very folds of my black, stone heart.
Plus, I'm not cool enough to be high.
:( Now you've depressed me. I hate you.
Go make yourself useful and comment.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a complete and total NONSENSE post and if you were brave, stupid or dotingly loyal enough to read it, kudos to you and kindly consult a shrink immediately. The author promises she'll be back with more soul-bearing, self-validating, whinefest material soon.
Currently though, she's dealing with three big assignments that need finishing. Physics, I hope you die a slow, painful, murderous, truly EXCRUCIATING DEATH
With that pleasant sentiment, kindly do not hate me and realize that AT TIMES, even Sana can be normal.
Toodles!
Queen Sana at 11:43 PM
