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Discussion in 'After Hours Lounge (Off Topic)' started by Zen Butler, Dec 10, 2004.
Ah, but to TRULY search for The Ted Lee, you must type "the ted lee" (note: no capitals)
This day is called the Feast of Crispian: He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a-tiptoe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall see this day, and live old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbors And say, "Tomorrow is Saint Crispian." Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say, "These wounds I had on Crispin's day." Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember, with added luster, what feats he did that day. Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth as household words- Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester- Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red. This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he today that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition. And gentlemen in England, now abed, Shall think themselves accursed they were not here; And hold their manhoods cheap while any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Do you suppose The's so famous now he's snubbing his own thread about his famousness? Brett: Not just "someone" asked about your sig, but the holder of probably the most famous and enduring sig in the entire HTF universe. You should be further humbled and awed.
I'm not awed. Just odd.
When I read the thread title I wondered what had caused the cosmos to shift. And then I noticed who originated the thread…
Has everyone noticed that "the Ted Lee" hasn't even had time to reply to his own thread? With all the talk shows & press releases he no longer has time to visit.
He's too busy watching that damn egg song video online...Any more threads like that and his popularity will be on the wane very quickly.
my apologies...i've been out all day...just got a chance to check in. to dennis, i thank thee for the wonderful speeches. they are far more worthy then any of the bru-ha-ha i type. to angelo, thanks for the brew. i'll consume one tonight in your honor. wtf is finger-synching? i thought that was only for my...oh never mind. ---- and lastly, to zenbro, i thank thee with all my heart for offically claiming my stature -- on google nonetheless! i feel such a sense of pride...i'm giggling like a little school girl right now. and with that, i can honestly say my insatiable desire to become popular (or, apparantly a fluffalump) has been quenched! heck, what the f am i supposed to do now - start typing in caps or something?
Well...... in the sig universe it is most impressive that Mr. 2001 inquired about my sig. But to then find out that he has no love for the little squashy guy is quite disheartening. No awe, just sadness. I think I've mentioned this before.... my wife refers to 2001 as "the monkey movie". She just doesn't "get it". Silly girl. Jack, if I remember correctly you eventually gave A.I. another chance and appreciated it more the second time around. Good God man! It's been 22 years! Give the cross-dressing, drunken alien another chance!
Congrats, The Ted Lee. It reminds me of a special moment in Futurama: (Bender, Fry and Leela have all been fired) Zoidberg: Bah! Good riddance to them! Now Zoidberg is the popular one! Farnsworth: Yes, yes, let's all talk to Zoidberg! (They all start talking to him) Zoidberg: Oh, well, you know... (and if you don't watch Futurama, you don't deserve popularity)
He's a bigger man than I. I prefer Jack's "beat to death with a fluffy pillow" stance on the film to all that backpeddling.
Did somebody say "fluffy"?
Ted who? Joee
I was thinking Ted should have left this speech. "My dear Bagginses and Boffins, Tooks and Brandybucks, Grubbs, Chubbs, Hornblowers, Bolgers, Bracegirdles and Proudfoots. Today is my one hundred and eleventh birthday! Alas, eleventy-one years is far too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable hobbits. I don't know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve. I, uh, I h-have things to do. I've put this off for far too long. I regret to announce — this is The End. I am going now. I bid you all a very fond farewell."
God, I wish I was as popular as TheTed.