Tales of the Fabulous One

Tales, of Someone who enjoys being called Fabulous...AND IS!!!!

Location: Planet, Earth

I speak...english... sometimes...

Saturday, February 11, 2006

this esh mah' quiz. CLICK IT

Take part in my quiz: How Well Do You Know Your Imaginary Demon?.

Friday, February 10, 2006

Geoffrey The Unicorn

Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there was a unicorn. And his name was Geoffrey.
Now Geoffrey had everything a spiritually correct person could want. A loving family, a warm home to return to when the day was over, and tots. But Geoffrey was not happy.
For what Geoffrey wanted more than his mother and father was to join........................................the ballet club. But each time he asked to oin, the ballet club members would say,
"No! We dislike you because you have hooves! And tots!" And sp Geoffrey would walk away, growing ever more depressed with each rejection.
One sleepy Tuesday, when Geoffrey had just finished his xylophone lessons, he had an idea! A plan actually, a plan that was sure to get him into the ballet club!
"Genious!" Geoffrey cackled maniacally, "Muwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
It was Thursday, the ballet club was practicing their pirouettes, when Geoffrey set his plan into action.
He sprang from his hiding place and, after taking out his wand, shouted,
And then Geoffrey WAS the ballet club


Thursday, February 09, 2006

Santa Clause: Jolly elf or annual stalker? (behold my paranoia)

Many would say that Santa is a fictional character representing the spirit of giving without expecting anything in return. I scoff at their innocence, and beg to differ.

-Gives out free gifts
- Is jolly
-Likes reindeer
-Likes cookies and milk
-Has a fairy mum
-Is totally rich (we can assume this because he owns the North Pole)

-Inslaves cute, tiny elves
-Is a hypocrite (he talks big, but when Rudholph needed him whilst the other reindeer where ruining his childhood, the fat man ignores it until he needs a headlight)
-Steals cookies (assumes they are left out for him, when they could be for the spirit of Labor Day, possibly the most unsung spirit ever)
-Watches you when you sleep ("...sees you when you're sleeping...")
-Never gives the right things. Always gives toys and the like, never a pound of flour to those who need it.

Now you too know the painful truth about Santa Claus, use your knowledge well.

Monday, January 16, 2006

I is booooored

I ave decided to type down everything I feel think from now on for the next two minutes.

Hey, this werewolf looks, well, that's really not the issus is it? No, I guess it's not. My cookies didn't turn out so well. As in burned. Me feels like a fooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool. Hmm.
Maybe I should go to Martoq. Or Gaia. Or not. Especially since I just came from there, if I went just now I would probabyl fall into the catagory of obsession. Scary obsession. Scary scary obsession. Scary.
Hey, I should watch a Buffy. Which I am doing. Talk about fast.
XANDER:"Why so jumpy Larry?" (Xander thinks Larry is the werewolf)
LARRY:"Geeks make me nervous"
XANDER:"Is that really it or is there something you're hiding?"
LARRY:"I could hide my fist in your face"
XANDER:" I know your secret big guy. I know what you been doing at night
LARRY: "You know, Harris, that nosey little nose of your is going to get you in trouble some day" *grabs the front of Xander (Haris's) shirt* "Like today"
XANDER:"Hurting me isn't gonna' make this go away. People are still gonna' find out."
LARRY:"Alright. Is that it? What do you want? Hush money? Is that what you're after?"
XANDER: "I don't want anything! I just want to help!"
LARRY:" What, you think you have a cure?"
XANDER: "No, it's just. I know what you're going through because I've been there."(Xander got tured into a hyena-erson in Season 1) "I know you should talk about it."
LARRY: "Yeah, that's easy for you to say,I mean you're nobody. I've got a reputation"
XANDER:"Larry, please, before someone else gets hurt."
LARRY:"You know, if this gets out, it's over for me. I mean, forget about playing football. They'll run me out of this town. I menan, C'MON, HOW ARE PEOPLE GOING TO LOOK AT ME AFTER THEY FIND OUT I'M GAY? "
XANDER: *has a look on his face like " Oops..."

Friday, January 13, 2006

Nickname test results....

I tend to overreact. Alot. For example; my friend sent me this link to this quiz (Quizzilla) site and the nickname test they have there. I took it (3 times...) and here are my results.

My first results were.....
Your new nick-name is 2K. You are freakin' nuts, and the people around you know it. You do your best to hide how calm you can be (etc, that's all I can remember {:-) )

My seccond result was....
Your new nickname is Mo-mo. You like cute and fuzzy things and have a thing for candy (me: candy?)

My third result was...
Your new nickname is Twitch.You're a very strange person and you think everything is all fun and games till someones eye is poked out. You are very independent and have lots of stange friends just like you, and together you all are the 2nd version of "Jackass the Movie!"


Saturday, December 17, 2005


STEP #1-Ball up both your hands and place them in the air (water, nothingness, wherever you get a signal)
STEP #2-As one, move them in VEEERRRRY little circles.
STEP #3-Every 10 seconds or so say "TIMES IT!" and draw a quick X in the air, or say "EQUAAAaalls!" draw an + sign with smooth movements
STEP #4-Go back to moving your hands in front of you, your body needn't move. Keep a solemn face.


Saturday, December 10, 2005

My eyes.... Let me tell you about them!

My eyes burn with a chocolatey goodness! Here's what happened....
It is a cold morning here on Earth, and I was not immune to the cold. I zipped up my polartech© (that stuff is what dreams are made of...). I was stillcold. I looked over to my fridge, then up to the cupboard where we keep the powdered chocolate for chocolate milk. I looked back and forth between the two of them for like, 10 minutes before my brain could actually concoct anything. I walked over, got a cup, got out the milk, poured the milk into the cup, grabbed a spoon, took down the chocolate milk mix by whacking it with a crossbow. I then spooned tons of chocolate powder into the milk. As we all know, the powder doesn't immediately sink to the bottom of the stupid cup. I wanted to speed things up, so I blew on it. Instead of pushing it to the bottom, my breath made the powder come back AT ME, and hence into my eyes. But never fear, my eyes only burned with a chocolately deliscious-ness (I was torn between the pain in my eyes and how nice the chocolate smelled, I'm hopeless) for a few minutes. AND I HAD MY SIGHT BACK WITHIN MOMENTS! I didn't drink the chocolate milk after that though...

Moral: Never blow on powdered chocolate, bad things happen.

More things that annoy me...(and most other bouqets of roses)

I was just on the phone with a good friend of mine, and that talk inspired me to write this "Things that piss off the people around you," read it well. You will make many friends if you follow these guidlines (or not, I'm not a phsycic)

Thing not to do #1- Try not to say or ask the SAME thing again, and again. I know you may not have heard them correctly, but you're just going to have to LIVE with it, don't make the other person suffer because you can't focus.

Thing not to do #2- Offer activities that you may like, and they probably don't. Stuff like that stress the limits of many people's patience and manners. A wise telemarketer once said (whist in the UC room at the local hospital) that " It is better not to push and push on sujects that may be interperted as annoying. It is also better to teach yourself to ask what they like and learn patience in doing so, instead of persisting and forcing them to 'teach' you 'patience.'" Like candle shopping. When someone I know asked me if mayhap I would like to go candle shopping with them. The first response that popped into my head was, " Like h**l I do. God knows we could never have enough candles." but what I really said was, "Sure!" Most people would have chucked a spoon at the request-er's head, but not I. (I prefer to chuck hotel phamplets.) Why go?, you may be wondering. I go on such dull outings because I know that it's better to have shopped for candles and made a friend happy, than not shop for candles, retain some vague sense of sanity, and get on with my life. If that made sense to you, something is wrong.


There ya' go.