The Basement Burrow
Thursday, September 23, 2004
 
They needs to see a shrink

Wohbanobongu!

Cuckoo!
Saturday, September 18, 2004
 
"Acolyte"

As sung by Gehn
To the tune of “Kryptonite” by 3 Doors Down

I took a walk back to the cave that I come from
I left my son in the too-tender care of my old Mum.
I lost my marbles; they all fell out so soon
I’m afraid I’m crazy as a loon, yeah.

I’ve gone nutso; I am just as crazy as a loon.
Too many Ages I Wrote simply fell apart too soon.
But you Katran will soon now be my bride
Vile Aitrus then the dust shall bite

If I’m going crazy then will you still call me Nava Gehn?
Will you be loyal to me to two point five times ten?
Many worlds we shall Write and rule a million soon, right?
Acolyte.

You and that Aitrus trapped me here on Vat for many years.
Now you say Aitrus’ sons made many Ages disappear.
Now a revolt you lead of arotantî who wish me dead.
So until you see reason you are in this stump.

If I’m going crazy then will you still call me Nava Gehn?
Will you be loyal to me to two point five times ten?
Many worlds we shall Write and rule a million soon, right?
Acolyte.

If I’m going crazy then will you still call me Nava Gehn?
Will you be loyal to me to two point five times ten?
Many worlds we shall Write and rule a million soon, right?
Acolyte.

Yeah

If I’m going crazy then will you still call me Nava Gehn?
Will you be loyal to me to two point five times ten?
Many worlds we shall Write and rule a million soon, right?
Acolyte.
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
 
The Mikado tackles Cyberirritants

To the tune of “My Object All Sublime”

Mikado:
A more humane Mikado nowhere
On Internet exists
On all the World Wide Web
My charity don’t ebb
I’m a philanthropist
The computer users will jump for joy when
I make each beauzeau pay
Who disrupts the websites
For their own delight
They’ll be jokes of the day.

My object all sublime
To make computer time
A place of mirth and reason and rhyme
Of mirth and reason and rhyme
And make each webtroll caught
Pulling nasty tricks for naught
A most darn humerous lesson taught
A humerous lesson taught.

All morons who do nothing but flame folks
As their idea of fun
A keyboard I show
With just 1 and 0
In base 2 their junk must be done
The person who sends that Nigerian spam
To get at your hard-earned dough
Shall be given a parrot
That bites hands like carrots
And tells him where to go.

The fellow who clutters up the chatrooms
With links to porn or warez
Shall wrestlers attack,
With hands tied to his back
And get beat up with the chairs.
The life-lacking stalker who too often plagues
The Web forums and chatrooms
His address will be given
To everyone livin’
He’ll land in a rubber room

*long cackle*

My object all sublime
To make computer time
A place of mirth and reason and rhyme
Of mirth and reason and rhyme
And make each webtroll caught
Pulling nasty tricks for naught
A most darn humerous lesson taught
A humerous lesson taught.

Chorus:
His object all sublime
To make computer time
A place of mirth and reason and rhyme
Of mirth and reason and rhyme
And make each webtroll caught
Pulling nasty tricks for naught
A most darn humerous lesson taught
A humerous lesson taught.

Mikado:
The advertisers who spam the gals
And Viagra they offer to sell
Their computers must be whisked
Off, so that their hard disks
Are reformatted into gel.
The person who cooks up conspiracy theories
Which not even Bagman would bet
His address won’t be missed
On any spam list
And his server shall SpamGuard eject.

The Microsoft programmer anyone locates
Shall soon face lots of strain
Wires into his head go
And they install Windows
95 on his brain
The virus writers who ruin so many
Computers just for kicks.
Must keep clicking forever
A-slowing down never
And their ctrl-alt-delete shall stick.

*long cackle*

My object all sublime
To make computer time
A place of mirth and reason and rhyme
Of mirth and reason and rhyme
And make each webtroll caught
Pulling nasty tricks for naught
A most darn humerous lesson taught
A humerous lesson taught.

Chorus:
His object all sublime
To make computer time
A place of mirth and reason and rhyme
Of mirth and reason and rhyme
And make each webtroll caught
Pulling nasty tricks for naught
A most darn humerous lesson taught
A humerous lesson taught.
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
 
Greater love hath no man than this…

He gave his life for the students.

Rest in peace.
 
Bad Pun Time

Would a starship from the blue book in Myst be a Haven Battle Dragon?
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
 
Bad Pun Time

When a maker of violins dropped one of his works, which shattered, his comment was "Oh fiddle."

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