Sir Nils Olav. The second. Penguin.
Aug. 16th, 2008 01:01 pmThis is barking mad.
No, seals bark. Honking mad, clucking mad? Chirping mad? I don't know. What noise do penguins make?
Ordinarily I love military rituals and eccentricities; but knighting a penguin? When it's not even the same penguin? Hmmph...
No, seals bark. Honking mad, clucking mad? Chirping mad? I don't know. What noise do penguins make?
Ordinarily I love military rituals and eccentricities; but knighting a penguin? When it's not even the same penguin? Hmmph...
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Date: 2008-08-16 11:09 pm (UTC)That's the part I like best, the implication that it would be just about reasonable if it were the same penguin. And I've remembered what it reminds me of, the technique of adding an apparently sensible remark at the end of some madness, where that remark is in context the madder one: I saw it in a personal ad once.
Wanted: partner for baby bird feeding play. I'll supply the costumes, you bring the raw fish. No weirdos.
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Date: 2008-08-17 08:39 am (UTC)