January 18, 2008
On this date in 1778, James Cook "discovered" the Hawaiian Islands, which he named the Sandwich Islands for reasons he laid forth in his blog. Er, log.
January 18, 1778. Fine day. Moving along at a jolly prosperous pace. Jolly prosperous. Have had naught to eat these past months but sea biscuit, sea biscuit, and sea biscuit. I'm so hungry I could eat a horse. A horse named SEABISCUIT. As if. Won't that be the day? Tee hee. Yes, the victuals on this worldwide journey leave much to be desired, particularly after we ran out of oranges, yellows, and greens (note: I believe these other two have names, but if the former is named for its colour, why isn't everything, huh? HUH?). Yes, we came with a large store of fruit, but all of it is now gone. On a completely unrelated note, nobody at all on this trip has come down with scurvy. STRANGE. Anyway, today I plan to just sit and imagine all the stuff I'd like to eat. Meat. Bread. Pudding. Radishes. Chocolate. A nice, thick sandw... what's that? What's that you say? You've spotted land? LAND? HAVE THEY SANDWICHES? HAVE THEY ANY SANDWICHES! TAKE ME TO THOSE ISLANDS AND PROCURE FOR ME A SANDWICH! HUZZAH! HUZZAH! HUZZAH!
*****
Welcome Haiku
There isn't one.
*****
Correspondence of the Weak!
There is some.
In last week's CotW, you may remember IBEater Jason saying this:
"I think you should ask your brother if he knows the leap year algorithm and can code it in under 5 minutes! "
Today, IBEater My Brother's thrilling conclusion:
"Yes, and yes. What's cooler, though, is that I used to have the "day of the week" algorithm memorized (which, of course, works in the leap year algorithm) and when I was really good at mental math and would ask someone for their birthdate (31 October 1961, for instance) and tell him or her what day of the week that was."
Josh, when you go to work, does anybody ever say "sounds like somebody's got a case of the Mondays?"
IBEater Eric is bilingually funny:
"Speaking of tsar vs. czar and French spelling, have we already talked about Vladimir Putin vs. Vladimir Poutine?"
No, but the image of the latter is, oddly, less disturbing than the image of the former. But neither is anywhere near as disturbing as the image of Vladimir Putain.
IBEater Owen throws down the gauntlet:
"This was your most "Achewood" IB yet."
You betrayed me. HOW COULD YOU!? YOU ARE TEARING ME A PART OWEN!
IBEater Slaney brings up painful memories:
"That was you outside my window last night with the telescope? I was so freaked out I almost called the Swamp Rabbit."
It wasn't ME! And don't mention that name! You betrayed me. HOW COULD YOU!? YOU ARE TEARING ME A PART SLANEY!
IBEater Morgan says:
"thank you."
See, those are the kind of emails we value here at IB. Morgan: You have successfully not torn me a part.
IBEater My Erstwhile Roommate knows a thing or two about the widgens:
"It's ok to fight with London. That bloke's a sodding ponce. I mean, I fink as a city s'alright then, innit? Where else y'gonna wax the cheesebox and mount the collywordge? But as a man, London's nuffin more'n a chumwizzle.
Innit?"
Wait, Inuit? What do they have to do with anything? OHHHH I see what you mean.
IBEater Valerie has been hearing good things about this "Breakfast" recently:
"Perhaps you need a pr plan for the leap year IBEater Celebration...a few media placements...get the buzz buzzing"
Yes. Can you make it seem appropriately "scandal...y...?" Scandalish? I know there's a word for this. Oh, right. Scandalesque.
Finally, I send you into the weekend with the thing you've been needing most in your life. Seriously. Just believe. Believe in your heart and then you'll truly be free. I have to go now. Bye. Here it comes:
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January 18, 1778. Fine day. Moving along at a jolly prosperous pace. Jolly prosperous. Have had naught to eat these past months but sea biscuit, sea biscuit, and sea biscuit. I'm so hungry I could eat a horse. A horse named SEABISCUIT. As if. Won't that be the day? Tee hee. Yes, the victuals on this worldwide journey leave much to be desired, particularly after we ran out of oranges, yellows, and greens (note: I believe these other two have names, but if the former is named for its colour, why isn't everything, huh? HUH?). Yes, we came with a large store of fruit, but all of it is now gone. On a completely unrelated note, nobody at all on this trip has come down with scurvy. STRANGE. Anyway, today I plan to just sit and imagine all the stuff I'd like to eat. Meat. Bread. Pudding. Radishes. Chocolate. A nice, thick sandw... what's that? What's that you say? You've spotted land? LAND? HAVE THEY SANDWICHES? HAVE THEY ANY SANDWICHES! TAKE ME TO THOSE ISLANDS AND PROCURE FOR ME A SANDWICH! HUZZAH! HUZZAH! HUZZAH!
*****
Welcome Haiku
There isn't one.
*****
Correspondence of the Weak!
There is some.
In last week's CotW, you may remember IBEater Jason saying this:
"I think you should ask your brother if he knows the leap year algorithm and can code it in under 5 minutes! "
Today, IBEater My Brother's thrilling conclusion:
"Yes, and yes. What's cooler, though, is that I used to have the "day of the week" algorithm memorized (which, of course, works in the leap year algorithm) and when I was really good at mental math and would ask someone for their birthdate (31 October 1961, for instance) and tell him or her what day of the week that was."
Josh, when you go to work, does anybody ever say "sounds like somebody's got a case of the Mondays?"
IBEater Eric is bilingually funny:
"Speaking of tsar vs. czar and French spelling, have we already talked about Vladimir Putin vs. Vladimir Poutine?"
No, but the image of the latter is, oddly, less disturbing than the image of the former. But neither is anywhere near as disturbing as the image of Vladimir Putain.
IBEater Owen throws down the gauntlet:
"This was your most "Achewood" IB yet."
You betrayed me. HOW COULD YOU!? YOU ARE TEARING ME A PART OWEN!
IBEater Slaney brings up painful memories:
"That was you outside my window last night with the telescope? I was so freaked out I almost called the Swamp Rabbit."
It wasn't ME! And don't mention that name! You betrayed me. HOW COULD YOU!? YOU ARE TEARING ME A PART SLANEY!
IBEater Morgan says:
"thank you."
See, those are the kind of emails we value here at IB. Morgan: You have successfully not torn me a part.
IBEater My Erstwhile Roommate knows a thing or two about the widgens:
"It's ok to fight with London. That bloke's a sodding ponce. I mean, I fink as a city s'alright then, innit? Where else y'gonna wax the cheesebox and mount the collywordge? But as a man, London's nuffin more'n a chumwizzle.
Innit?"
Wait, Inuit? What do they have to do with anything? OHHHH I see what you mean.
IBEater Valerie has been hearing good things about this "Breakfast" recently:
"Perhaps you need a pr plan for the leap year IBEater Celebration...a few media placements...get the buzz buzzing"
Yes. Can you make it seem appropriately "scandal...y...?" Scandalish? I know there's a word for this. Oh, right. Scandalesque.
Finally, I send you into the weekend with the thing you've been needing most in your life. Seriously. Just believe. Believe in your heart and then you'll truly be free. I have to go now. Bye. Here it comes:
*****
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