Yeknodathon

Meanwhile, somewhere on the Internet at the Pump Heaven forum a thread appears under Strategy and Tips... Abbott OI, you sodding Gnome, I challenge thee, I challenge thee with yer pointy hat and yer pointy kayak and yer pointy wit to a game! Yes, I will de-pixallate your hamster uber truppen till they squeak with immeasurable anguish, I will arise sir, like a Leviathan from my rather shallow puddle and dash... ...eh.. sod it, bugger sod... wrong feckin' forum again... where's my pump...?

[taking up a slightly provocative von Trapp pose] So, as a general consensus, exactly how damaging can an aux. pump be? Should one take precautions?

Hmm.. no, I quite agree. There really is no reason to have a small pump especially when the aux. *cough* pump will alleviate any strain. Why one should have two is quite a mystery.

We've got music.. Young man, there's no need to feel down. I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground. I said, young man, 'cause you're in a new town There's no need to be unhappy. Young man, there's a place you can go. I said, young man, when you're short on your dough. You can stay there, and I'm sure you will find Many ways to have a good time. [ears deftly forming the letters] It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a. It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.

... and Mormon wives surfer babes getting skittish in the... salt..

...after turning the hearing aid on

As some day it may happen that a victim must be found, I've got a little list — I've got a little list Of society offenders who might well be underground, And who never would be missed — who never would be missed! There's the pestilential nuisances who write for autographs — All people who have flabby hands and irritating laughs — All children who are up in dates, and floor you with 'em flat — All persons who in shaking hands, shake hands with you like that — And all third persons who on spoiling tête-á-têtes insist — They'd none of 'em be missed — they'd none of 'em be missed! He's got 'em on the list — he's got 'em on the list; And they'll none of 'em be missed — they'll none of 'em be missed.

Boo would use a Nac.

... 'cause the thought of Justashowpony bound and tackled up, toiling with a bus and its half-a-forest lumber.. its very Sisyphus which is quite appealing in a eternal suffering sort of way..

No, he intends to harness Joe Xia... which has some merit

One can almost hear the termites surging forward...

Never liked serotonin...*sniff*...[reaching for a copy of School Bus Annual 1974]... bit like Mindy with too much Mork...

[Getting cosy down with a large carrot-juice...] Chapter... Paraphilias... where's the pictures? [Popping a very soft sprout and stroking a subterranean rubber gnome] ... GLUE 'IM TO RAIL TRACKS

[rapidly hoofing through a well-used copy of DSM-IV...] Bother, sod, sod, bugger, bother... it ain't just sodding split, its sodding completely detached with delusions of southerness... sodding bother... [more frantic page turning...] ... where's the sodding reattachment page? Glue 'im back to Emrys, it'll improve.... improve... improve... glue 'im to Boo

... or schizoid we. Though one might easily surmize that he has multiples of something (though their identities are a bit vague, like potatoes beneath the soil or sprouts swaying violently in the fog) one may have to think quite hard about the evidence for personality.

[Goes into an impromptu Astaire dance routine with occasional curled lips proffered towards an imaginary partner, Ginger Radlers]

Not bad, a bit long and, in my opinion, in need of some editing. Ledger is by far the best actor but seems somewhat hampered by the script.. if only he could expound a little more on what makes the Joker tick (or not) and like all dangerous fools he has something serious things to say though the film isn't quite the medium to attempt it. Nevertheless, those quirky little mannerisms that make the Joker disturbingly mundane stand out for me.. and the grotesque image of Ledger shambling away from hospital is very memorable.

...carrying a humidor

At times like this one just can't help craving after a camel.

That ain't an explosion.. its Reptiloid controlled demolition.

... and as the solar array peels open in the morning sunlight and the shovel frantically scrapes away at the surface one just has to shout, "OI, NASA, OF COURSE THERE IS LIFE... JUST A VERY VERY LONG TIME AGO"

I suppose this means the sodding Phoenix Lander has settled on Joe's scalp..

[fashioning a little Dorosh poppet into a very unnamed position]

Meanwhile, at the water-boarding training conference...