Post by doodinthemood on Jun 29, 2008 4:57:52 GMT -5
Right, I don't really know what to say. This is my first attempt at writing a blog and I must say I doubt I'll manage it very well at all, but my wife's gone away for the week and, apart from the 27 machines churning out endless reams of tiles, I've not much to do. Oh, I've just thought, nobody reading this will know who I am. Assuming you'd have a will for inquiry, I'm Steven Milldew – happily married, no kids, I work and live in this building. It doesn't provide much in the way of social opportunity, I'm the only worker, bar the truck drivers who collect the tiles and the national manager who occasionally makes a call. It doesn't provide much in the way of comfort – 29 rooms, one for each machine and then two for my living space. And, while the rooms aren't well kept, and the machines rattling isn't the most pleasant sound, I'm kept here for one reason, the scrabble tiles – they really are my passion. The patterns the vowels and consonants create solely because the common tongue demands them to is, in my opinion, the most beautiful thing in the world. When searching for a place to post this blog, I came across many others that were diseased with this modern impulsion for diminishing any word they could, both in length and prestige. Why anyone should want such elegances of the English language to be mauled in such a way is, frankly, beyond my comprehension. I'll come back to this later, the manager calls tomorrow and he'll be disappointed to find that myself, a close friend of his, has let rust pick up on the machines keeping him in business. Over and out...
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Second blog (Oh yes, anyone who thought I'd cower away from the prospect of a sequel has been sadly proved wrong) and this time I actually have something genuinely enthralling to…well…enthral you with. The manager came round yesterday and, while my hurriedly prepared meal consisting of cake with coffee spilled on it and coffee with bits of cake floating in it was not enough to distract him from the ever deteriorating condition of the machines, he was able to show me his new scheme. You see, scrabble is a most imperfect game – the tile distribution is, in my opinion, horrendous! Adequate for any household to pick up and play but truly an insult to any connoisseur of the English language. Take a quirky little word like pizzazz. Would you be able to play it in any game of scrabble? No, not enough zeds or blank tiles to be able to fulfil your intention. And what about "s"? The third most common letter and yet is granted only four tiles? I'm not innocent of protesting on many occasions that this be changed, and now, thankfully, it will be so. The manager has installed a program on the very computer I'm typing this on, that, whenever I strike a character, sends a message to the controlling computer that makes the relevant machine produce a tile. It is an ingenious way of achieving a more accurate distribution and, so long as I carry on "blogging," it should be successful. X,x,x,x,x,x,x, Xerox, Xerxes, Exotoxin. Sorry, that's childish, I'll stop. Over and out.
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A shorter one this time, as I'm guessing I should avoid typing until the matter gets resolved. The fifth machine on the right is the problem. It would normally churn out e's at an understandably fast rate. Unfortunately, the expected production of tiles has stopped and given way to a rather uncomfortable clanging sound. Because of the new computer program, the clanging occurs whenever I type E. While it does give me an insight into the oddity of how many of them there are in the word "whenever," I do have great fear that I'm doing something that's damaging the machine. This may be my last chance to type FEEBLEHEARTED TELEMETER, though why I'd need to, I've no idea. Over and out.
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Right, I was told not to ply that troubling sign in this blog (so far, it's going passably, though I'm a bit doubtful that I'm apt to accomplish this task for too long a blog.) According to my national administrator, application of it will only impair contraption #5 which is not what I want to do whilst our IT-man looks at its various marrings. With a bit of luck, it shall not show too much difficulty and I will own a fully-functional contraption in a satisfactory amount of days so as to firstly pick up this company branch (as folk say, hours=dosh) and…um…2ndly pick up on my blog, without any obligation to ply words such as "2ndly" from my vocabulary. My paramount phobia is that any additional signs should fall, coping without that 1 us Britons ply at a constancy that would dwarf that of any dissimilar sign truly is a hard task on its own! "On top of" and out. Oh no. Out. Out, out, out. Rattatattatory. Of all dormant 2ndry signs, why is it that "t" must clang so?
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Ok, my fifh blog and I'll bgin hacking away @ my oh so adord words (1 would almos fancy I hav givn in 2 fousands of blogs which I hav bin in abhorrans of for so long.) If sum1 had said 2 my purson say, a yar ago, or a [7 day span] ago, d@ 2day I would B mimicking dair colloquialisms I would hav Bn much irascibul apropos of i'. Luckily, our company's…um…"pach-guys" said urlia d@ day should hav i' dun fairly soon. 1 of D "pach-guys" is calling, mind…dis is sdill fairly small…I'll go away and carry on wid dis on my nx arrival. Done! Aaaah, to speak, or at least type in such an unabridged way certainly comes as more a relief to me than anything ever could. It's not completely sorted yet. The men are just sorting out the electrics and then everything will be up and running again (and in a way that doesn't make me seem to all you online viewers like some young inerudite who's incapable of stringing more than 5 letters together to spell a word properly.) Oh dear, not again. The "y" appears to be clanging, and some other letters. It would appear my freedom has been short lived…Over and out.
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The men had to return – it seems that the restored electrical part short circuited the left side of this factor…ie, and has left me little to assist this article. I can declare "as far as unmethodical" and no more. The consort should return soon and I count on the electrics to stand repaired for that – the men are decidedl…ie nois…ie – She should find it most caustic. I have decided to start an actual hard account of the incidents that occur here – this online account has turned into too much of a chore recently. I'm rather tired at it too, so I'll cease. O'er and out.
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2 mumfs 'n. Mu fuls. Nly 13- mufsnlybgpvcw My buss gunnu s2p V cumpu2 sysum. Cumpu2'n & 1lyyn 2c'ns s2pd & Murun'c – 'v hupfully m@yd ppl C. V fu2urs prus – 'n rl lyf, nu 1lyyn.
Y cwyt.
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Second blog (Oh yes, anyone who thought I'd cower away from the prospect of a sequel has been sadly proved wrong) and this time I actually have something genuinely enthralling to…well…enthral you with. The manager came round yesterday and, while my hurriedly prepared meal consisting of cake with coffee spilled on it and coffee with bits of cake floating in it was not enough to distract him from the ever deteriorating condition of the machines, he was able to show me his new scheme. You see, scrabble is a most imperfect game – the tile distribution is, in my opinion, horrendous! Adequate for any household to pick up and play but truly an insult to any connoisseur of the English language. Take a quirky little word like pizzazz. Would you be able to play it in any game of scrabble? No, not enough zeds or blank tiles to be able to fulfil your intention. And what about "s"? The third most common letter and yet is granted only four tiles? I'm not innocent of protesting on many occasions that this be changed, and now, thankfully, it will be so. The manager has installed a program on the very computer I'm typing this on, that, whenever I strike a character, sends a message to the controlling computer that makes the relevant machine produce a tile. It is an ingenious way of achieving a more accurate distribution and, so long as I carry on "blogging," it should be successful. X,x,x,x,x,x,x, Xerox, Xerxes, Exotoxin. Sorry, that's childish, I'll stop. Over and out.
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A shorter one this time, as I'm guessing I should avoid typing until the matter gets resolved. The fifth machine on the right is the problem. It would normally churn out e's at an understandably fast rate. Unfortunately, the expected production of tiles has stopped and given way to a rather uncomfortable clanging sound. Because of the new computer program, the clanging occurs whenever I type E. While it does give me an insight into the oddity of how many of them there are in the word "whenever," I do have great fear that I'm doing something that's damaging the machine. This may be my last chance to type FEEBLEHEARTED TELEMETER, though why I'd need to, I've no idea. Over and out.
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Right, I was told not to ply that troubling sign in this blog (so far, it's going passably, though I'm a bit doubtful that I'm apt to accomplish this task for too long a blog.) According to my national administrator, application of it will only impair contraption #5 which is not what I want to do whilst our IT-man looks at its various marrings. With a bit of luck, it shall not show too much difficulty and I will own a fully-functional contraption in a satisfactory amount of days so as to firstly pick up this company branch (as folk say, hours=dosh) and…um…2ndly pick up on my blog, without any obligation to ply words such as "2ndly" from my vocabulary. My paramount phobia is that any additional signs should fall, coping without that 1 us Britons ply at a constancy that would dwarf that of any dissimilar sign truly is a hard task on its own! "On top of" and out. Oh no. Out. Out, out, out. Rattatattatory. Of all dormant 2ndry signs, why is it that "t" must clang so?
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Ok, my fifh blog and I'll bgin hacking away @ my oh so adord words (1 would almos fancy I hav givn in 2 fousands of blogs which I hav bin in abhorrans of for so long.) If sum1 had said 2 my purson say, a yar ago, or a [7 day span] ago, d@ 2day I would B mimicking dair colloquialisms I would hav Bn much irascibul apropos of i'. Luckily, our company's…um…"pach-guys" said urlia d@ day should hav i' dun fairly soon. 1 of D "pach-guys" is calling, mind…dis is sdill fairly small…I'll go away and carry on wid dis on my nx arrival. Done! Aaaah, to speak, or at least type in such an unabridged way certainly comes as more a relief to me than anything ever could. It's not completely sorted yet. The men are just sorting out the electrics and then everything will be up and running again (and in a way that doesn't make me seem to all you online viewers like some young inerudite who's incapable of stringing more than 5 letters together to spell a word properly.) Oh dear, not again. The "y" appears to be clanging, and some other letters. It would appear my freedom has been short lived…Over and out.
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The men had to return – it seems that the restored electrical part short circuited the left side of this factor…ie, and has left me little to assist this article. I can declare "as far as unmethodical" and no more. The consort should return soon and I count on the electrics to stand repaired for that – the men are decidedl…ie nois…ie – She should find it most caustic. I have decided to start an actual hard account of the incidents that occur here – this online account has turned into too much of a chore recently. I'm rather tired at it too, so I'll cease. O'er and out.
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2 mumfs 'n. Mu fuls. Nly 13- mufsnlybgpvcw My buss gunnu s2p V cumpu2 sysum. Cumpu2'n & 1lyyn 2c'ns s2pd & Murun'c – 'v hupfully m@yd ppl C. V fu2urs prus – 'n rl lyf, nu 1lyyn.
Y cwyt.