Xavid (kihou) wrote,
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Division of Labor

Hmm... all the sources of root beer on campus I've got catalogued have the digit 2 in their building number. Coincidence? I think not.

I guess it's time to start breaking my habit of avoiding thought-requiring memes...
When you see this, post a bit of poetry in your own journal.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves,
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe,
All mimzy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son:
The jaws that bite! The claws that catch!
Beware the Jub-Jub bird and shun,
The frumious Bandersnatch."

He took his vorpal sword in hand,
Long time the manxome foe he sought,
So rested he by the Tum-Tum tree,
And stood a while in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came wiffling through the tulgy wood,
And burbled as it came.

One-two, one-two, and through and through,
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack.
He left it dead, and with its head,
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Calooh! Calay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves,
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe,
All mimzy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
— Lewis Carrol
(from memory, so probably with quite a few spelling errors)

Oh, stuff that happened? Parents are here, random wandering is fun, Zan should go to MIT even though she shouldn't, and I got a job. $20 an hour working for Metacarta. Good vietnamese food for dinner. Ren faire sunday. Lots of fun stuff I'm not doing tomorrow, plus patrol with Zoë (and her brother, because apparently her father thinks we're going out or something...) and Zan, and Saturday Night Coffeehouse Club with none of the aforementioned people...
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