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Date: Wed, 11 Feb 2004 12:34:24 -0700
From: Tad Burrell
To: mrh50@student.canterbury.ac.nz
Subject: sugper viagrga deportation chunky canberra ax exemption constipate boeotia historiography impoverish carmichael asperity cursive concatenate counterproposal ginkgo impeach heretic belmont chosen wheel wilful amigo
Although a close second is given to...
Date: Thu, 12 Feb 2004 06:01:28 -0300
From: Travis Washburn
To: ncm20@student.canterbury.ac.nz
Subject: frustum sebastian rampant marmalade pa samovar aft deprivation heterogeneity burial beaujolais rheum skull dun arbitrage reside crystallite conferee jail nicety blastula downtrodden inroad
Riiiight. Wilful amigo indeed. Although the idea of rampant marmalade is pretty cool.
Oh, and if you were wondering, like I was...
Main Entry: con·cat·e·nate
Pronunciation: kän-'ka-t&-n&t, k&n-
Function: adjective
Etymology: Middle English, from Late Latin concatenatus, past participle of concatenare to link together, from Latin com- + catena chain
: linked together
Word of the day. Via spam merchants. He'd probably like to thank his lawyer.
So, yeah. We were driving towards James M's recently relocated stag night party at the Dux, stopped at the lights at the end of Kilmarnock, waiting to turn onto Dean's Ave. This guy just, slowly, serenely even, turned in front of oncoming traffic into Kilmarnock, not a care in the world. The oncoming traffic braked and probably though something along the lines of "What the fuck?", before continuing quietly on their own journey (I was expecting some horns or gesticulating or something, but they seemed pretty cool with their brush with violent braking).
I commented that the guy must've thought he was driving a four wheel drive or something - you know, a false sense of invincibility or whatever. Eddie reliably informed us that in fact he probably had a third nipple. Hence his invincible nature.
Um. Riiiight.
Turns out the man with the golden gun had a third nipple, so therefore, in true scientific, deducting style, Eddie had deduced that people with third nipples were invincible. From there the conversation degenerated, if possible, into idle chat about finding people with third nipples and trying out "invincibility" tests on them. Like shooting them. Or pushing them over a cliff. Or other violent and anti-social acts. Then we decided that the problem with that was that you could never be sure that it wasn't some sort of lucky coincidence that they may have survived one of these tests, so you'd have to keep going, just to be sure, administering more and more of them.
Then we arrived and others drank beer and I went home. Yeah, I'm crap. But now I'm taking another look at intersections, just as the ad tells me to.
Yeah. So I was driving around a couple of days ago and I noticed the above number plate: WARP 5 (I think it was on a late model BMW, but really, that's not important). So I get to thinking about whether all the other WARP's are taken (insert appropriate Scotty phrase here), and how that having one would be pretty cool, but pretty geeky. Then I wondered whether or not there's an IMPULS or something similar out there. Course, then you'd have to wonder whether this was really a Star Trek homage, or whether they'd just bought the car (or even the license plate) on an impulse. Or maybe they're a deodorant exec or something. Which made me wonder if WARP 5 is even a Star Trek homage. But surely it must be...
Then the lights turned green and that was about it for that train of thought.