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And the time is..
By speciousreasoning
March 17, 2006 at 12:26 am
There’s a sad sort of clanging
From the clock in the hall
And a bell in the steeple too
And in the nursery, an absurd little bird
Is popping out to say – Cuck-koo!
Cuck-koo! Cuck-koo!
Heh. Who’d have thought that it could just as well have been a song about you.
March 17, 2006 at 7:15 am
Hmmm…not beginning to worry about your biological clock, are you?
March 21, 2006 at 6:52 am
Don’t know what it means to you but it reminds me of Judy learning to swim in Daddy Long-Legs
March 21, 2006 at 2:03 pm
okkay. i’m relpyin.
megha: we do absurder things too
falstaff: me? *looks at the callow visage in the mirror* naah! i get carded on the basis of physical appearance and my mental age is six. so there.
sue: nomoskhar, kemon acchen? how are we doing this beautiphul march mornin’?
March 24, 2006 at 9:07 am
Eki, why the accent? *flutters her eyelashes and does a Devdas-inspired eeesh to proclaim her community*
I’m fine, thanks, but for all that I’m based in Cal I grew up in the South. So it’s the Gult accent you shd aim at.
March 25, 2006 at 2:49 am
Ah, in that case, ela unnaru?
you see, we can do gult too. and several other languages. after all, there are seventeen of us.
March 25, 2006 at 4:07 am
“Ah, in that case, ela unnaru? “
How in the world do you know Telugu?????
March 25, 2006 at 5:00 am
@anon: Err, any reason why I am not supposed to know gult?
I understand it quite well, and speak it to a lesser extent. But this is case for several other languages as well (at last count – six)