| ... we have, thanks to the non-expiring nature of the diaries on this ARS of userfriendly.org, created a permanent challenge here, to whit, the creation of the longest run-on sentence, and, as these things have a habit of getting continuously longer, maybe the longest ramble as well, so mayhaps we should invite other masters of the UserFriendly wordsmithy into this diary, nay, this very thread, which should be particularly appealing to our yang, or male, side (which is not to suggest that we are all hermaphrodites, of couse, but that is beside the point), since it essentially consists of shouting "Mine's bigger than yours!" in overly elaborate ways, but I digress from the point, or maybe I should say points, that I am trying to make, which basically can be condensed into "Mine is bigger than yours. So neener.", but that would not fit the requirements for a decent run-on sentence, which is, of course, what this thread is all about, so I would like, if I may, and if I may not, I will anyway, because this is my own sodding post, and even if it did get moderated, it would still be visible to UFies with the right settings, unless I had said something really bad on this comment, causing it to be permanently deleted, and probably my account to be banned too, but I digress again, so anyway, I would like, if I may, comment on your interesting spelling of ""Weird Al" Yankovic", which you chose to type as "Weir Al Yankovich", and if the reader of your comment, by which I refer to the above post in this thread, happened to be a believer in those things that are widely known as "subliminal" messages, this reader (the one mentioned before in this comment) could possibly be led to believe that you, in fact, wanted to say "Damn All Yankovich", seeing as "dam" is a widely accepted synonym for "weir", and the Yankovich clan, though small, appears to be thriving, so your choice of spelling could be misinterpreted in the abovementioned way to mean something really rude, something which, I presume, you did not at all intend to say, but which Eris, mischievous giggling Goddess that she is, chose to manipulate the muscles and tendons inside your fingers to type, an assumption which could maybe cause a disgusting, yet strangely intriguing, image to appear in front of your Third Eye, an image which I abstain from further commenting on, despite the trick of posting a good run-on sentence being that one should follow every possible mental lead (a trick which, on reflection, maybe I should not have given away that easily, but it does make the challenge so much more fun if you are on equal terms with your opponent (in my case, that opponent being you)), still, I did not like the direction this was going, and my brain, which does not enjoy to spend its downtime (viz, sleep) processing mental images of giggling goddesses tugging at taut tendons, thus bringing a bit of annoyingly accurate alliteration into the game of elongated sentences, but I digress again, anyway, my brain smartly changed that direction and diverted the sentence to the thing you are, how foolish of you, reading now, which, despite its monstrosity, I think you'll agree, is preferrable to the aforementioned mental images, which can, in three words, only be described as "disturbing and yucky" (count 'em, three words), and, as I see it, I have reached the end of my ramblings yet again, leaving you with a new challenge to face, and will be heading off to bed now, hopefully not dreaming about the already twice-mentioned (in this comment) mental images tonight. |
