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Archive for December, 2003

Mighty Duck Adventures

Posted by Allan in Parody on December 5, 2003 6:39 pm

We’re stupid — we’re toony
Our captain is Troy Loney
In this game of hockey
We’re invading your T.V.

Our old teams dispensed us
We have no common senses
In Mighty duck Adventures
Get a dose of comedy!

Here’s the Pond of Anaheim
In a state that’s full of sun
Our home sweet home
That stands alone
A cartoon work of art.

Unhappy — Dejected
We’re losing as expected.
The Mighty Duck Adventures
Are about to start.

They’re stupid and funny
They’re Yake and Anatoli.
Mike Eisner’s got the money
Ron Wilson is in pain.

They’re Corkum and Sweeney
Stu Grimson is a Duckie
Guy Hebert’s unlucky
And Ewen is insane.

At Disney University
We earn our toon degree
We learn ’bout luck
From Donald Duck
Who’s ’bout as smart as me!

So crazy — it’s scary
That I’m a Mighty Duckie
The Mighty Duck Adventures
Come and join the pun
Before the season’s done.

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The OS Creed

Posted by Allan in Parody on December 5, 2003 2:40 pm

We believe in one OS,
the Father, the Almighty
Creator of Heaven, Earth, and the Internet,
Of all that is seen, unseen, and can be seen in beseen.com.

We believe in one Lord, Jesus Christ,
the only instance of The Father
eternally begotten of the Father
God from God, Light from Light,
true God from true God
Instantiated, not made. One in being with the Father
Through Him, all objects were initialized.

For us men and for our salvation,
He was downloaded from Heaven
By the power of the Holy Spirit,
He was ejected by the Virgin Mary, and became Man

For our sake he was executed under Pontius Pilate;
He had a GPF, froze, and was abnormally terminated.
On the third day he was rebooted
in fulfillment of the OS documentation;

He was uploaded into Heaven
and is installed as a plugin at the right hand of the Father.
He will come again in a future release as a patch to fix all bugs and viruses
and His kingdom will loop infinitely.

We believe in the Holy Spirit, the Lord the power supply,
who proceeds from the Father and the Son.
With the Father and Son He is worshipped and glorified.
He has flamed, spammed, and has sent streaming audio to the Prophets.

We believe in one holy catholic and apostolic user group.
We acknowledge one CTRL-ALT-DEL for the rebooting after errors.
We look for the final upload,
and life of the world to come. [OK]

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My Sack of Rice

Posted by Allan in Parody on December 5, 2003 2:33 pm

My asian friends, we eat again.
It’s a buffet so where do we begin?
Could take forever.
Within my heart a memory
A fortune cookie that you gave to me
Oh I remember.

When I watch TV, I’m free
I’m careless, I believe.
Up on Food Network, Ming Tsai
Is preparing a stir fry,
My sack of rice.

We’ve ordered eggs sunny side down,
Oh how quickly some egg rolls turn brown.
In an instant!
It tastes so good, oh Fuki San
But why is Iron Chef French from Japan?
That makes no sense there.

I just want to dim sum here again
I just want to dim sum here again

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There is no sword born of Human Ignorance

Posted by Allan in Verse -- Rage on December 5, 2003 2:29 pm

There is no sword born of Human Ignorance
That could destroy me. I am existence –
With me, the mortal realm is annihilated.
Destroy me and the quiet void you claim is life
Will be without the sweetest drop of wine

And the beauty of your crystal glass
Forgotten in insignificance. Destroy me
To see the emptiness of joy and
The perils of disastrous contempt.
Oh, for the most insignificant of Fools

Is the most treacherous of the Devil’s chosen few.
Deceptive weakness shall devour you.
Destroy me and view the very existence of being
Crumble before your eyes. Thus is my curse
To you who deem me unworthy of time.

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To Ghouls on Hallow’s Eve

Posted by Allan in Verse -- Fear on December 5, 2003 2:25 pm

I never could explain the luster
Of existence nor the envy
Of the dead for beating hearts again.
So live…what then?

On this day, the mortal realm
Resounds with laughter from fantasy
In emulation of you ghouls
Or simply in guiles of fools.

Tonight, we are the dead –
We are imaginary afterlife,
Undead or fancied from demented thought –
Those beings we are not.

Specters, for the truth of all tradition,
And fulfillment of your longing,
I invite each burdened countenance to dine –
To wear the cold mask that is mine.

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