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tenlittlebullets) wrote2004-05-22 02:11 pm
tenlittlebullets) wrote2004-05-22 02:11 pm
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Was somehow conned into seeing Troy again by my parents, of all people. Almost fell asleep this time. This time was struck not so much by the canon-discrepancies as by the utter stupidity of whoever was in charge of military strategy. "Hey, we have this great city with great walls and archers, right? So let's just position all our troops right outside the city walls!" Which could only be outdone by "Hey, we're attacking this great city with great walls and archers, right? So let's just bring all our troops right up to the city walls so the archers can pick them off!"
By the way, if buttered toast always lands buttered side down and a cat always lands on its feet, what would happen if you strapped buttered toast to the back of a cat?
Now, the common consensus is that it would remain spinning six inches above the ground, thereby giving you a limitless energy source... but in reality, the question is moot, because you cannot strap buttered toast to a cat. You cannot strap anything to a cat, in fact, because the cat will always wriggle its way out, and if not will simply rip you to ribbons until you take the offending object away. Alas, another great idea for a possible energy source... down the drain. *snif*
Actually, despite the silliness of this post, the feelings of beautiful, poignant sadness are welling up in me for no reason whatsoever. God help me before I start caking my eyes with black eyeliner, wearing poet shirts, and writing really bad poetry.
By the way, if buttered toast always lands buttered side down and a cat always lands on its feet, what would happen if you strapped buttered toast to the back of a cat?
Now, the common consensus is that it would remain spinning six inches above the ground, thereby giving you a limitless energy source... but in reality, the question is moot, because you cannot strap buttered toast to a cat. You cannot strap anything to a cat, in fact, because the cat will always wriggle its way out, and if not will simply rip you to ribbons until you take the offending object away. Alas, another great idea for a possible energy source... down the drain. *snif*
Actually, despite the silliness of this post, the feelings of beautiful, poignant sadness are welling up in me for no reason whatsoever. God help me before I start caking my eyes with black eyeliner, wearing poet shirts, and writing really bad poetry.
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