I love a sense of humour in the morning

This is an amusing letter that I read in this morning's Merto

The Train Announcer States "This train will terminate at
Willesden Green".As a lover of precise English, am I to assume this means the train is a cyborg sent back from the future to kill John Conner at Willesden Green?

Funny, funny stuff!

2001: a LoLcat Odyssey

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Just a though.

"you know, they call 'em fingers but you never see them fing?"

oh wait, there they go"

A short story (of storts).

It began in the Dark, as it always did.

He sat on the icy floor staring into the abyss of his own shattered mind, unaware of any and all external stimuli, cogent only of the harsh fact that he was in some fashion alive.

He had even forgotten his own name.

Time meant nothing to him now and the Irony was truly bitter enough to choke the soul. He could not remember how he had gotten to this stage, where in all his travels had he reached this point and what he could do to change his circumstances.
It had been easier for him in the past(or his future? time really was relative for him) to avoid or escape these situations in which he found himself, but now?

He had no clue what so ever as to his precise location in the universe , to him the dark had always been, eating alway at the very foundations of his existence.

After all what could one man hope to achieve? (was he even a man ? Gender was another vague label for him) Although something told him that he had been much more than this, that he had been respected and feared (after a fashion) but he had been alone, so very alone.

well at least that hasn't changed much, he though in the recess of his own mind.

To put it bluntly there was no way out for him. (hadn't he had this though already? yes, he always had That though in the back of his mind, even before he found himself in his current accommodation).
Nothing would ever change for him.

Then something did

It was a small thing but oh so significant. A sound he recognised often in the Dark, Footsteps. And they where coming from outside his (cell?) a steady drone oddly comforting and they inspired in him a sense of hope or something akin to that.

They stopped and then there was the sound of keys rattling. A few seconds later a patch of Darkness swung open to revel a Light so bright that it temporally blinded him. When his eyes cleared he saw two forms standing in front of him, humanoid but with their features obscured by the Light.

Then one of the forms spoke, the first words he had heard in Eons.
"The Boss wishes to see you, friend".
Friendly words and so softly spoken yet it was enough to send chills down his spine.

However, at this particular junction in Time it did not matter any more.
Rising upon unsteady feet he walked towards the Two Forms and he left the Darkness for the Light.

He did not remember the walk down the corridor save that the Guards (as he now though of them) had to carry him by the arms when he faulted. After a while they came to a set of imposing doors with gold inlays set in to jet black wood. The Guards pressed a button set into the side of the door and they passed through.

He looked from left to right trying desperately to drink in all the details of this vast and luxurious room. Out of the corner of his eyes he caught a flash of blue that seemed to suggest a strong sense of familiarly in him. (a blue...box of some kind perhaps?)

Then he saw him.
He was seated in a large throne like chair behind a large expensive desk, his dark eyes alight with a hint of malicious glee. Furthermore it was clear that he recognised the man in the grip of the Guards and the man in the selfsame grip recognised him as well or at least he though he did.

Then the man in the chair spoke and all doubt was erased.
It couldn't be, the man in the Grip though that's impossible!

"At last we meet"....

greetings!
After a long an unexplained absence, I Kodos have decided to once again reveal my self to the blogsphere.
More on this later.

yours in quantum
Kodos

This just in!

Prince william has broken up with his girlfriend! we'll follow this story all through the night of we have to. on a lighter note, 30 iraqis have been brutally murdered 2day.

here's tom with the weather!

A few random notes on a series of events.

With the recent magnificent stop the war demo still fresh in out minds from last Saturday there are several key interesting items on our agenda.
1) The police and the BBC can't count for beans (this is obvious)
2) It's hard to be purple.
Indeed this is all true (except for the above).
This means that there must be a firm commitment to change and to increasing public wholeness. This can't be done in one day, it will take at least two!
Thus i submit to you...

My agenda for a new a happier being.

(normal service will soon resume, for no raisin!)

So be it...

There has been too many compromises, too many retreats. They bomb Gaza and we fall back, they destroy entire towns and we do nothing. And now they assault lebanon and we fall back.
Not again. The line must be drawn Here! This far and no further!

FREEDOM FOR PALESTINE!

Question...

What would you do in the event of an alien invasion ?
Best answer wins a free trip to a galaxy far,far away.