Post by the667er on Feb 17, 2008 20:20:44 GMT -5
February 17th - February 24th.
Editor-in-Chief: Akbar Le Grey.
Contributors: Sixteen, tim, Shelly, Dismay, Linda.
Published by 667er Publications, ltd.
A subsidiary of the 667er Group.
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Tim here for some news to sooth your savage breast it is so wonderful that you will not believe. My most happiest thing well you guessed it right is valentines day! What a wonderful day to have been did. What did you have for valentines day my good friend? I got some chocolates from my mom and dad it is so yummy I can hardly believe it and also many love notes and letters from classmates that are in my locker except some of the thing have bathroom words written in it which is not a funny thing it is just rude got it mister? i told the teacher this is an outrage! it is so much that when I open my ocker in the morning all of them fall out like a waterfall. so please enough of the mucking about and if you ever write someone a love valentine make sure that you make it serious business and not some sort of rifraf or you will just dig a hole in yourself like being some ingrateful person who is biting a hand that is feeding some pets or something like that. i am so happy that some of the love letters are filled with love like thank you tim for being such a nice all the time to me. Because love makes the world go down it conquers all even Alexander the great who we are learn about in history class and his horse is named busefallus. I do not have a horse because I do not live on a farm like some kind of farmer. Well so much to say but so little tim thats all foaks so dont miss out next time when I tell you about another happiest thing of mine and remember that all you need is love especially when it is on valentines day. Dont you forget it or you will just be some kind of silly person that will not have married. well this was a LOVEly article to be sure of and yes that was play of words you clever lad.
-TIM
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Top 10 Last Minute Valentine Surprises
1. Try the "Many Happy Returns" Rose.
Tim tells me it has worked wonders.
2. For those of you with money to burn,
a diamond is a girl's best friend.
3. However, a man's best friend isn't as
romantic.
4. Sometimes when someone has a crush on you,
they'll make you a mixtape to give you a clue.
5. Speaking of which, a poem works just fine if you say it to the right person.
I'm referring to the "best answer" in this case.
6. Construct a large metal monument.
Then display it to the world.
7. Make a home-cooked meal.
Or at least claim that you did.
8. Sing a song
of sixpence.
9. The sky is the limit
and you can try to reach it.
10. Think outside the box.
You'd be surprised what some people come up with.
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Owl’s Journey Through PAFQ(2)!
February 17, 2008[/b]
Dear 667,
Life has been an adventure.
Our dear adventurers met a snake this past Monday, and killed it with a firestone, saving a young bird girl in the process. And now they are in the middle of the birdpeoples' village.
But they're about to attack them. Great.
And something about a room full of windows and window frames piled up everywhere. Great. They hate windows. Therefore they don't trust humans.
On my adventure to NASA this week, I went to edititing world, and it was a nightmare.
But I will post this story once it is finished, friends. You just have to wait until April.
Much love from us,
Dismay/Owl and Azula
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It was Valentine's Day at 667, and it showed. The place was complete pandemonium. Not that it wasn't always pandemonium, but today the chaos seemed more...focused, if it's possible for chaos to be focused. Rather than the usual spats and fights and randomness, there were lovers' spats, red-and-white heart-shaped bits of randomness, and a truly spectacular fight going on among the ladies of 667 for Accordian Man's heart (no, not for his love, but quite literally for his heart. Skeleton Key stood at the ready with one hand holding his sleeve and the other holding a long, pointy knife). The spontaneous e-marriages, of course, were the same.
At the entryway to 667, people had scrawled quick notes of love in red and pink. Someone else, in a moment of narcissism, had attempted to cross out their sugar-coated words and replace them with a profusion of praises to himself, but he had quickly been shouted down by a mob and so had left the scrawls alone. Inside, more love notes could be found, written by everyone from the admins of 667 down to the newest members. A celebration was in full swing. Jacques twirled SnicketFires around as part of an incredibly complex, yet flawless, move in their dance. And then, amongst the punch and cookies and dancing, it happened.
No, it wasn't a murder. It wasn't a kidnapping, either. Or a gag account, or a conspiracy, or a fight, or a rampaging former admin, or anything, really, that you would expect to happen at a big and important event. And that's what was so shocking about it. It was a yawn, and that one little yawn had the power to bring down the entire party. Everyone within earshot of the yawn (and a great number of people out of earshot, strangely enough) gasped in surprise, and the music screeched to a halt. What could be terrible enough to elicit a yawn?
Snicket jumped to his feet, telling everyone who could hear him that there was no need to worry, everything was under control, Tragedy had sent him in to investigate. This continued on until Robert asked who it was that had yawned and Snicket turned pink in the ears and slipped away.
Meanwhile, unrest was boiling along the dance floor. Neighbor was accusing neighbor of being the culprit, and former dates were beginning to yell at each other. PJ and Jemima had begun to swing dance at breakneck speeds, each attempting to throw the other one into the crowd, and if it were not for the grim, determined looks on each of their faces, people would have assumed they were having the time of their lives. Brownie, sensing danger, inched closer to the snack table and loaded his pockets with hors d'oeuvres, then dove underneath the tablecloth. At the front of the room, Dismay had accidentally bumped Shruti's chin with her pennywhistle, and was now trying to hide behind Libitina's new guitar as Shruti, enraged, attempted to bash out Dismay's brains with a flute. Meanwhile, Libby tried without success to both break up the fight and save her precious guitar.
Akbar, becoming alarmed at the deteriorating situation, produced a loudspeaker and began to talk into it. "What's with all the fighting? It was just a yawn!" he called out over the noisy room.
"That's just the thing, though!" Shelly called back. "A yawn means that 667 is no longer exciting. It could mean the death of 667!" A chorus of voices agreed with her.
"Or it could just mean someone didn't get enough sleep last night," Sixteen pointed out.
"Quit being a spoilsport, Sixteen!" Kyle yelled, and the crowd began to dissolve into a yelling mass again.
"You guys suck!" J. yelled. "Look at this!" Seeing BSam's unhappy face, she added "All of you except for Sam, of course." Then she noticed Alice. "And Alice."
Akbar attempted to calm down the crowd again. "And how exactly is yelling at everyone going to help the situation? Why don't we just calmly find out who yawned and ask them why?"
"I bet it was Willis!" Triangle Eyes yelled.
"Was not!" Willis yelled back.
"Maybe it was ADR," Zavi suggested with a laugh. Several people around her giggled.
"No, it wasn't. It was me." a shadowy, unfamiliar figure stepped into view. "I yawned to get back at you, all of you. It was my revenge for trying to kill me."
"Who are you?" Charlotte asked, halfway curious, halfway frightened.
"I am 667," the figure said. "And you have left me a mere shadow of my former self." The figure gleamed bright for a second, and everyone could see that this was indeed the case. They looked upon 667 and could see past memories, of boisterous days and activity, of the Otiose Objective and the Anniversaries and contests, and could see that 667 spoke the truth. After a few fleeting seconds, it faded grey again, and glared at them. "You have done this to me."
"This is terrible," Samreen said sadly, hugging Betsy for support.
"What can we do to restore you?" Sora asked.
"Anything," 667 said. "This Valentines' celebration is a good start, though it's in no way representative of how 667 really is from day to day. Anything is better than nothing. Keep in touch with your friends. Draw a picture. Anything. I don't have to die, you know...with your help, I can live forever."
And....well, what happened? I don't know; neither do you. Let's find out together.
-Linda
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Shelly's trip into the Melbourne Metro city, *BSamnudge*
Sunday Feb 17, 2007
8am
Was rudely awoken by my cat. She wanted to let outside.
Went to make tea. The following conversation then took place between myself and my mum. (Yes, Aussies say MUM instead of MOM, deal with it.)
Mum: You have to go to the city to pick up the [insert school textbook] I ordered from that shop.
Me: *thinks about pile of ASOQE requests* Don't wanna.
Mum: It's the only day we can get it.
Me: Okay. Let me make my tea, check my stuff (on the computer), and then I'll think about it.
Being the good girl, I ended up going.
Here's what I looked like, in case one of you miraculously saw me. Couldn't be bothered straightening my hair. Blah.
9am
I missed the train. So I'm forced to wait an hour for the next one. Lucky I'm not without my new iPod Shuffle.
Finally, the train arrives. About halfway through my journey, FIVE ticket inspectors get on my carriage. I get to show off my concession card (of course I have a ticket, remember I'm a good girl).
10:20am. From this time on, I loose track for a while
I'm finally at Flinders Street Station. First thing I thought when I stepped off the train? I'm home.
Having been raised with weekend trips when I was younger, I never realised how much I missed the city until then.
I'm going to provide a map.
First thing I notice is that so many more souvenir shops have sprung up.
So, I'm walking up Swanston. I get to the bookshop with two minutes to spare. I pick up and buy the book.
Mum had given me twenty dollars to spend on myself. Since my favourite book shop is closed, I hang around HMV (CD/DVD shop) and Myer for a while. End up buying Jawbreaker from Myer.
Ten dollars left, I remember this homemade soap place. I go back to it, and wow. The shop was empty. The woman at the counter was ever so happy to see me.
End up buying the Bohemian soap (citrus soap with lemon oil). Smelt a chunk of Demon In The Dark (fresh mint and apple juice) and groan because I haven't enough money for both, worst of luck. I'm such a sucker for peppermint.
But the lady must have been really grateful. She gave me a free sample of Demon In The Dark!
12pm
Satisfied, I go back to the train station and listen to my iPod on the ride home, perking up at songs like FOB's "I'm Like A Lawyer. . .(Me And You) and Mika's "Lollipop".
I'm tired. But happy. This trip cheered me up heaps.
Someone come down here to Melbourne. Seriously. Big shopping. Horse & carriage rides. Soap. Souvenirs.
-Shelly.
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How Dismay Met ADR: A True Story[/b][/size]
On Friday, I met ADR.
I was reclining on my bed, hoping to eat some yogurt before Psych, and then I remembered - I was going to NASA!
I opened up Blackboard to find the readings I had to do and read them quickly.
One acronym kept on echoing through my head.
ADR...
ADR....
It was an interesting trip up, to say the least. I spent most of my time editing my PAFQ, but when we finally go there, I got to watch a German Shepherd sniff the bus! So cool!
I honestly thought my professors were more excited than we were, which would probably be an understatement.
So first we saw what was once the largest clean room in the world. Wow.
Then we saw part of Hubble's replacement.
And then finally, we met ADR.
She was a simple object, made of purple salts that were a coolant and copper wire that created a super-strong maget.
She had a sibling, nicknamed "Teletubby" that was a $600,000 dud.
But she was the queen. She needs nothing to power her, and she will keep satillites cool. She is a continuous entity, forever heating and cooling her molecules, a machine caught in the throes of menopause, although she is only a year or so old.
Then they showed us the liquid nitrogen. AMAZING stuff. Somehow, ADR works with it.
Too bad OUR ADR wasn't like that, so amazing.
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The 667er's Caption Contest
This week's image:
If you can think a caption to fit this latest picture, send it to Sixteen (volunteer16) by next Saturday and it may be featured in next week's edition of The 667er! Good luck.
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We wish good luck to Akbar; no one's heard from him, and we're not quite sure if he's okay or not. PJ's really sorry for not writing an article; he didn't watch any movies this week.
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