The Funny Farm Fry(with a Why?)day Top Five Posts of the Week
Thursday December 4, 2003 Gregorian
Fryday 10 ForeYule, 2003 Hobbit
[. . . Bill runs out of a house, and down into a path by a river. The path runs into a stand of trees, and we watch Bill run down the path through the woods.
Cut to desk. Faux Python announcer* is sitting behind the desk, and says,
And Now, For Something Completely Different...
Then he springs aside as Bill runs into the clearing and sits down behind the desk. Faux Python announcer* perches in the branches behind the desk, and watches from behind as Bill picks up a piece of paper on the desk, and announces to the camera (talking very fast)...]
This is the Ghost of Bill Sprint with the Funny Farm Fry(with a Why?)day Top Five Posts of the Week:
Number Five - Counterspin's The Sun'll Come Out, Samarra;
Number Four - Print Think's A Winter of Discontent;
Number Three - Hullabaloo's Bling Bling;
Number Two - Cup O’ Joe's The Old In-Out;
And the Number One Posts this Week - Body and Soul's More on the Texas Miracle, Calpundit's The Texas Miracle, and Pharyngula's Every Child Left Behind.
This has been the Ghost of Bill Sprint with the Funny Farm Fry(with a Why?)day Top Five Posts of the Week.
[... Bill gets up from desk, then runs off screen as Faux Python announcer* jumps down, then saunters back behind desk and begins to announce next news item as camera fades...]
* - The Faux Python Announcer is loosely defined as, but not limited to, any of the cast of Monty Python who used to pretend they were news announcers. Of course, the one that John Cleese did that said the catch phrase (and Movie Title here in North America all those years ago) is the one that immediately springs to my mind.
Random guerilla blogging almost certainly will not be taking place on the weekends until next year. It’s not like we have some occult pagan rituals to attend to. More of an avoidance, and minimizing of the effects, of some of the more outlandishly fundamentalist versions of festival. For example, I would most certainly not be watching any play about the Nativity. Or a Gibsonesque Crusader Catholic piece of Speculative Fiction. However, the churlish story of a Miserable Failure seems to be all that’s coming in on my TV these days. Thank goodness This Hour Has 22 Minutes is going to be on tomorrow night.
See you next week!