Insomniacs' Thread...

Hours of sleep = 3

Hairy 'beings = 2 (puddy cats)

Coffees (once given in and got up) = 1

Move here, Jeff. It's time to get up in Europe!

It's still raining though.

And I have to spend the next two days in Falkirk

What's pulling a benoit?

Something to do with wanking, I bet

Cool

Jeffari-al-Texani wrote: nah...it's the latest term in killing...

see Chris Benoit...

yes...it's in poor taste...

but these fucking frogs...it's like they are mocking me!!!

oh my...if everyone else weren't asleep, I would just turn the telly up...I finally got a signal again...

And I thought "frawg giggin" was just gratuitous slaughter.

Go fork em Jeff.

Jeff so do you have bad memories mixed with the Perfect Kiss?

Chris Nash wrote: Hope the frogs didn't get Jeff...

.... who would win that fight? My bet is on the frogs.......Serves Jeff right if he wanted to eat frog legs for din-din...

Chris Nash wrote: How the hell do you BBQ an orang utan?

Smack it on the head with a rock, and shove a spit up its arse.

Chris Nash wrote:

Burt Reynolds wrote:

Chris Nash wrote: How the hell do you BBQ an orang utan?

Smack it on the head with a rock, and shove a spit up its arse.

Damn. That's where I was going wrong. I spat on its head and tried sticking a rock up its arse. No wonder the bastards are keeping me awake...

I forgot the shaving after the rock bit, and the apple in its gob.

For extra taste, I'd recommend a Tandoor marinade.

Jeffari-al-Texani wrote:

Shed Peel wrote:

Chris Nash wrote: Hope the frogs didn't get Jeff...

.... who would win that fight? My bet is on the frogs.......Serves Jeff right if he wanted to eat frog legs for din-din...

ewwwww...frog legs, I don't eat that kind of crap...it can't be good for you...or me...

silly girl...

hey, you're the one who started this discussion by claiming that the frogs were mocking you...

[BTW -- you're not paranoid...they are mocking you]

Chris Nash wrote:

Doctor? wrote:

Would suggest you spot the reference,but Nora will beat you to it.

Oh bloody nora... That woman is too clever for her own good.

is it space odyssey? i need to get me some useful skills, like sticking my tongue out and the ability to wear an air hostess uniform/leather gloves :(

chris, you are a rubbish insomniac. where are you now, hmm? lightweight.

Doctor? wrote:

bloodynora wrote: life's too short for ironing. just hang your washing out carefully. all the cool kids are doing it.

Marry me!

yeah, you want to be careful bandying rash flippancies like that about. i might just take you up on it...

They were still a hundred yards from the New Rock when the sound began.It was barely audible, yet it stopped them dead, so that they stood paralyzed on the trail with their jaws hanging slackly. A simple, maddeningly repetitious vibration, it pulsed out from the crystal; and hypnotized all who came within its spell. For the first time - and the last, for three million years - the sound of drumming was heard in Africa. The throbbing grew louder, more insistent. Presently the man-apes began to move forward, like sleepwalkers, toward the source of that compulsive sound.Sometimes they took little dancing steps, as their blood responded to rhythms that their descendants would not create for ages yet. Totally entranced, they gathered round the monolith, forgetting the hardships of the day, the perils of the approaching dusk, and the hunger in their bellies. The drumming became louder, the night darker. And as the shadows lengthened and the light drained from the sky, the crystal began to glow. First it lost its transparency, and became suffused with a pale, milky luminescence, Tantalizing, ill-defined phantoms moved across its surface and in its depths. They coalesced into bars of light and shadow, then formed intermeshing, spoked patterns that began slowly to rotate. Faster and faster spun the wheels of light, and the throbbing of the drums accelerated with them. Now utterly hypnotized, the man-apes could only stare slack-jawed into this astonishing display of pyrotechnics. They had already forgotten the instincts of their forefathers and the lessons of a lifetime; not one of them, ordinarily, would have been so far from his cave, so late in the evening. For the surrounding brush was full of frozen shapes and staring eyes, as the creatures of the night suspended their business to see what would happen next. Now the spinning wheels of light began to merge, and the spokes fused into luminous bars that slowly receded into the distance, rotating on their axes as they did so. They split into pairs and the resulting sets of lines started to oscillate across one another, slowly changing their angles of intersection. Fantastic, fleeting geometrical patterns flickered in and out of existence as the glowing grids meshed and unmeshed; and the man-apes watched, mesmerized captives of the shining crystal. They could never guess that their minds were being probed, their bodies mapped, their reactions studied, their potentials evaluated. At first, the whole tribe remained half crouching in a motionless tableau, as if frozen into stone.

Amazing though this is.....

It just does NOT tally up to clarke's amazing text.

aha! so i was right. what do i get to add to my list of prizes?

(i fully intend to collect at some point, by the way. just so you know.)

Yes, stick yourself down for another prize ;)

For me, my reward for finding Moonwatcher and the lads on youtube (for some reason, embedded youtubes on nool aint working in my Opera browser just now, hope the rest of you can see em), was also finding this.......

Brings tears every time I see it, not least cos... A. it's how it is up there and B. in 40 years nobody has made a better space sequence, all the modern movie tech on the planet wont compensate for a basic lack of intelligence on the part of the makers, Star Wars/Trek can kiss my ass, they alll look like stupid children's cartoons compared with that....fucking spaceships that make noises (when the observor is not directly in line with the engine exhaust) for god's sake!!