Tuesday, May 26, 2009
I'm a nice person, never let anyone say anything to dispute that. Do you not see the extent of my nice-ness is pulling Jupiter out of her... ah, misery that no one else is updating? Oh yes, Lady Cheeseberry, it seems, has run out of steam, with nothing else to say. She did, however, pass me a small passage, which I am to put up for her. I shall do so at the end of this post. Right now, I have just realised that I am speaking more and more formally, almost good English, which is really... uhm,
odd. This must be a result of reading so many Julia Quinn books. I hav this sudden urge to read 'How To Marry a Marquis' again, for the sake of laughing. But I've just bought 3 new books, borrowed one from Invinsibleberry so it is hardly appropriate to borrow another from Jupiter, is it now? I like walking in the rain. I did that today, on the way to the MRT station. A certain
somebody snatched away invinsibleberry's umbrella because she was made up of butter so that she wouldn't melt in the rain. It was to cold to guarantee she would not melt. Therefore the rest of us 'not-made-of-butter' ones walked in the rain. It was especially fun to stomp into a puddle of water and splash Invinsibleberry's feet, to get back at her. Ah yes, life is good. For now. Until the Report Books come back, at least. Then I shall be certain I would want to be the little guy in Karoshi Suicide Salaryman. Which I have just finished! Goodness, it's really a wonderful game. And now, I present to you Lady Cheeseberry's possibly-the-last piece of work. Enjoy.
Lady Cheeseberry's Society Papers-26 May 2009
Dear Reader;
It seems that PA has been in a rather good mood these days, as she has been letting the pupils have some fun during her lessons. Now, she is not a bad person, woman, or teacher. It is just that she is unnaturally focused on finishing her syllabus, that we, or rather she, does not have any time for anything else. But, on to more important news. It has come to my attention that windows are now swinging wildly on their hinges, back and forth, and my informant has recently pointed out that soon, other inanimate objects will start flying soon. This is very important news indeed, and very grave, as well. This signals the uprising of the inanimates, if there is even such a word. Soon, televisions will rule the world, but then again, it might as well have ruled 3 quarters of it, so obsessed with it are many. I, myself, am proud to announce I do not watch much Television. Rather, I find myself more compelled to vote for the TPC should it lead to the point where we shall have to vote for an inanimate as the Ruler of the World. We shall measure ourselves by it, for example, one might exclaim, 'I weigh 15.56 of the 1995 edition Tablet PCs! But listen, that's not all. I also measure exactly at 67.221 breadths of the 2001 edition of the Tablet PC.' Wouldn't that be capital! Not. I find myself rather unhappy at having to bow down to an inanimate, if you ask me. And while the windows are staging a revolt, it seems that lamp-posts have been at it for a much longer time. For example, a few weeks before the windows started to swing wildly back and forth, the lamp-posts started to fly. Now, flying lamp-posts are all very well, seeing as they are considerably lighter than aeroplanes, but I suggest that we-both humans and lamp-posts-leave the sky to the birds. Otherwise, unintended, and horrible events might spell themselves out, such as lamp-posts falling onto someone's plate of cheese, which shall result, of course, into the poor lamp-post being maimed and disfigured, and invariably, dishonoured and shamed; or even dead! Wouldn't that be just a tragedy, if lamp-posts become a rarity, an endangered inanimate? Surely it means doomsday. Would it not have been for the sinular lamp-post in 'The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe', the children might not have found their way home, and they would be left there to rot in eternal peace. Tempting as that may be, I rather doubt that those creatures would have wanted to make their mother suffer and worry. Thus, I urge you all, lamp-posts and aeroplanes alike-Do not fly. Revolt if you must; but never fly. You never know when an army of birds might come after you and peck a hole in your structure, dear inanimates. With this, I end my little sheet. This might well be my last piece, and much as I regret to tell you that, I cannot help but feel the slightest bit relieved. Au Revoir.
-Lady Cheeseberry, 26 May 2009
6:05 PM
