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hummingwolf) wrote2005-04-01 11:22 am
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Your Daily Horoscope and the Playlist in my Pants
Today is April 1, known to many of us as April Fool's Day. Can you think of anyone better qualified to give advice to April fools than the amazing MegaHAL? Of course not! So, here is the wisdom dear HAL has for you today (and if you think this makes sense, you're either (A) fooling yourself or (B) a weirdo like me):
Aries: you wake up in the morning come soon
and each person on the wall
to the sun
will not hurt you
who steals the real thing.
Taurus: a friend tells you something to protect
her catalogue. Or having done everything, go meekly
without a trace
where she has seventeen little husbands.
one learns not to dribble.
and i straighten my collar.
Gemini: sometimes you have any cages!
so i go for penguins
penguins are so many tears
he plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
if the computer contains a hard summer.
in this strange dream of former years is carbon fourteen
we all have given up the mountain wind
wolf runs
through the night the cabbages though--
there's the potatoes as well
but he means nothing to withstand the search.
Cancer: conflicting advice is less kind than the desire to earn $500-$1500 per month part time or $2000-$7500+ per month full time working from home to the wall
but now they are brought to
say this case a normal path interrupted by a rock,
and, brushing a cloud of lamentation be
in tremulous webs of sound.
i wish i had well finished,
looking out at the tick-box
by minor digestive disorders, such as the grey poplars and poppies even before you start
it's fun to pick out
of delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red).
Leo: you aren't switzerland. You can't be molded must be st. Nick.
more rapid than eagles, his courses they came,
but you choose to look for a wider world,
i'm not looking for a moment as we move through times square
in a wilderness of mirrors.
Virgo: you aren't the only light we see no problem with replacing those with real advertisements.
the horizon's leaden gloom was tinted
with stories, poems, and other instruments. Acoustic methods
of relationships and associations,
until finally he snaps, and gives up her dead
and the shadowy horses, their long manes a-shake,
their children's children shall say you can't see
i fell asleep.
Libra: the details only seem mundane. In fact, they're integral to
the joyous flocks of deer and the lovely. Crowned
with sky peeping through.
lady, get to bed.
i made to overflow,
ay me!
happy once, happy twice, happy chicken soup with rice.
in masks outrageous and austere
the evil eye, and aquamarines ensured
a thousand times these mysteries would unfold themselves
eternities still unsaid
till we've stopped and gaped like fools.
here are men walking stiffly in procession,
they left their bodies to fatten the foxes,
fled to far countries, or sheltered themselves
of quarks and sunlight, the subtle basketry
of conquest, of advancing
beyond mere universe.
what is it, then, utopian
to catch the wind.
do not ask me if i've built this fortress around your finger at me
nor lose possession of that love's first fruit,
some sell, and others do best as short plants in
a word he doesn't make the hearth gay,
rage, rage against the enemy
over the grass has overgrown
with a dream and the moon!
my neighbor, playing on magic harps, and singing with sweet musical voices.
Scorpio: your pride threatens to make fruit, the fruit rots to make me smile.
showing off your healthy teeth,
you'll find you've just begun.
Sagittarius: don't take people at their end know dark is moving in the heat of summer.
blood shows with each of us all.
no! There's the land. (Have you seen the easter bunny
burma-shave.
Capricorn: your friends are calling "yoo hoo,"
come on, now.
i painted a long new thread,
introduced into that good night,
what i'd forgive of myself
i'll be so bad,
starting again with my pitcher
and alcohol. Today, a wide variety of exercises. They have become
familiar entertainers.
Aquarius: don't be preoccupied by an adulterous liaison
with a livejournal account, you can see
some holy object took the dog that worried the cat
ain't it hard when you get out of it.
it's as big as a wax paper window.
the real vandals are the things
rushing over the hills.
my dad pulled out a pair
to receive the dust that is now lost.
for it's there that day to day.
five miles meandering with a seal over your head. You do not insist with a thin layer of silver throat,
he strikes the gong again,
guard of the west,
and the highwayman came riding, up to the front gate, pulling flowers.
there will be miles away.
fetch me far a place with deep blue night
it seemed they raised their little silver heads,
fling them about with awful mystery,
i've been climbing on.
Pisces: your support base is stronger than you think. Apply them to
this plum-tree.
when they have the rabbit inspects his strange surroundings
in a large bowl, mix cream cheese, softened
1 dash bitters
ΒΌ teaspoon cayenne pepper
pinch of garlic salt
spread popcorn in a large bowl, combine the water he had left long ago you passed before a certain hour, in a cave of black wind.
they know that there
were the fingers close,
by the infinite burden they shoulder together.
the infant will play tippy-tippy-tay
like a patient etherized upon a silken thread of the arts of war
from the gannets' wings.
In more silliness: A very silly meme-like thing has been spreading around, where people list 25 songs which have played on their iPod, WMP, or what-have-you, adding the words "In My Pants" to the titles. Having no iPod and few mp3s on this machine, I decided to test out the newest Launch algorithm and find out what my Launchcast station wants to put in my pants. So then, here's your silly playlist:
1. Siouxsie & the Banshees, "Shadowtime in my Pants"
2. Nine Inch Nails, "The Mark Has Been Made in my Pants"
3. Serge Prokofiev, "Sonata for Violin and Piano No. 1, Op. 80: II. Allegro Brusco in my pants"
::snerk:: I knew there'd have to be one like that.
4. Jonatha Brooke, "Out of Your Mind in my Pants"
5. Depeche Mode, "A Question of Lust (Live) in my Pants" Oh, that one's much too obvious.
6. Tears for Fears, "Elemental in my Pants"
7. Owsley, "Oh No the Radio in my Pants"
8. Juno Reactor, "Swamp Thing in my Pants" Eek.
9. Lighthouse Family, "Once in a Blue Moon in my Pants"
10. Lucy Kaplansky, "Guinevere in my Pants"
11. Toy Matinee, "We Always Come Home in my Pants"
12. Leftfield, "Release the Pressure in my Pants" Oh dear.
13. Nik Kershaw, "Die Laughing in my Pants" Aww.
14. The Orb, "Star 6 & 7 8 9 in my Pants" Sounds crowded.
15. VAST, "Temptation in my Pants"
Just fifteen because there's only so long I can sit in this chair today. Last night, the station played such classics as Suzanne Vega's "Tombstone in my Pants," Aerosmith's "Janie's Got a Gun in my Pants," Queensryche's "Breaking the Silence in my Pants," and Emerson, Lake & Palmer's "21st Century Schizoid Man in my Pants."
Have a happy April Fool's Day, everyone!
Aries: you wake up in the morning come soon
and each person on the wall
to the sun
will not hurt you
who steals the real thing.
Taurus: a friend tells you something to protect
her catalogue. Or having done everything, go meekly
without a trace
where she has seventeen little husbands.
one learns not to dribble.
and i straighten my collar.
Gemini: sometimes you have any cages!
so i go for penguins
penguins are so many tears
he plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
if the computer contains a hard summer.
in this strange dream of former years is carbon fourteen
we all have given up the mountain wind
wolf runs
through the night the cabbages though--
there's the potatoes as well
but he means nothing to withstand the search.
Cancer: conflicting advice is less kind than the desire to earn $500-$1500 per month part time or $2000-$7500+ per month full time working from home to the wall
but now they are brought to
say this case a normal path interrupted by a rock,
and, brushing a cloud of lamentation be
in tremulous webs of sound.
i wish i had well finished,
looking out at the tick-box
by minor digestive disorders, such as the grey poplars and poppies even before you start
it's fun to pick out
of delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red).
Leo: you aren't switzerland. You can't be molded must be st. Nick.
more rapid than eagles, his courses they came,
but you choose to look for a wider world,
i'm not looking for a moment as we move through times square
in a wilderness of mirrors.
Virgo: you aren't the only light we see no problem with replacing those with real advertisements.
the horizon's leaden gloom was tinted
with stories, poems, and other instruments. Acoustic methods
of relationships and associations,
until finally he snaps, and gives up her dead
and the shadowy horses, their long manes a-shake,
their children's children shall say you can't see
i fell asleep.
Libra: the details only seem mundane. In fact, they're integral to
the joyous flocks of deer and the lovely. Crowned
with sky peeping through.
lady, get to bed.
i made to overflow,
ay me!
happy once, happy twice, happy chicken soup with rice.
in masks outrageous and austere
the evil eye, and aquamarines ensured
a thousand times these mysteries would unfold themselves
eternities still unsaid
till we've stopped and gaped like fools.
here are men walking stiffly in procession,
they left their bodies to fatten the foxes,
fled to far countries, or sheltered themselves
of quarks and sunlight, the subtle basketry
of conquest, of advancing
beyond mere universe.
what is it, then, utopian
to catch the wind.
do not ask me if i've built this fortress around your finger at me
nor lose possession of that love's first fruit,
some sell, and others do best as short plants in
a word he doesn't make the hearth gay,
rage, rage against the enemy
over the grass has overgrown
with a dream and the moon!
my neighbor, playing on magic harps, and singing with sweet musical voices.
Scorpio: your pride threatens to make fruit, the fruit rots to make me smile.
showing off your healthy teeth,
you'll find you've just begun.
Sagittarius: don't take people at their end know dark is moving in the heat of summer.
blood shows with each of us all.
no! There's the land. (Have you seen the easter bunny
burma-shave.
Capricorn: your friends are calling "yoo hoo,"
come on, now.
i painted a long new thread,
introduced into that good night,
what i'd forgive of myself
i'll be so bad,
starting again with my pitcher
and alcohol. Today, a wide variety of exercises. They have become
familiar entertainers.
Aquarius: don't be preoccupied by an adulterous liaison
with a livejournal account, you can see
some holy object took the dog that worried the cat
ain't it hard when you get out of it.
it's as big as a wax paper window.
the real vandals are the things
rushing over the hills.
my dad pulled out a pair
to receive the dust that is now lost.
for it's there that day to day.
five miles meandering with a seal over your head. You do not insist with a thin layer of silver throat,
he strikes the gong again,
guard of the west,
and the highwayman came riding, up to the front gate, pulling flowers.
there will be miles away.
fetch me far a place with deep blue night
it seemed they raised their little silver heads,
fling them about with awful mystery,
i've been climbing on.
Pisces: your support base is stronger than you think. Apply them to
this plum-tree.
when they have the rabbit inspects his strange surroundings
in a large bowl, mix cream cheese, softened
1 dash bitters
ΒΌ teaspoon cayenne pepper
pinch of garlic salt
spread popcorn in a large bowl, combine the water he had left long ago you passed before a certain hour, in a cave of black wind.
they know that there
were the fingers close,
by the infinite burden they shoulder together.
the infant will play tippy-tippy-tay
like a patient etherized upon a silken thread of the arts of war
from the gannets' wings.
In more silliness: A very silly meme-like thing has been spreading around, where people list 25 songs which have played on their iPod, WMP, or what-have-you, adding the words "In My Pants" to the titles. Having no iPod and few mp3s on this machine, I decided to test out the newest Launch algorithm and find out what my Launchcast station wants to put in my pants. So then, here's your silly playlist:
1. Siouxsie & the Banshees, "Shadowtime in my Pants"
2. Nine Inch Nails, "The Mark Has Been Made in my Pants"
3. Serge Prokofiev, "Sonata for Violin and Piano No. 1, Op. 80: II. Allegro Brusco in my pants"
::snerk:: I knew there'd have to be one like that.
4. Jonatha Brooke, "Out of Your Mind in my Pants"
5. Depeche Mode, "A Question of Lust (Live) in my Pants" Oh, that one's much too obvious.
6. Tears for Fears, "Elemental in my Pants"
7. Owsley, "Oh No the Radio in my Pants"
8. Juno Reactor, "Swamp Thing in my Pants" Eek.
9. Lighthouse Family, "Once in a Blue Moon in my Pants"
10. Lucy Kaplansky, "Guinevere in my Pants"
11. Toy Matinee, "We Always Come Home in my Pants"
12. Leftfield, "Release the Pressure in my Pants" Oh dear.
13. Nik Kershaw, "Die Laughing in my Pants" Aww.
14. The Orb, "Star 6 & 7 8 9 in my Pants" Sounds crowded.
15. VAST, "Temptation in my Pants"
Just fifteen because there's only so long I can sit in this chair today. Last night, the station played such classics as Suzanne Vega's "Tombstone in my Pants," Aerosmith's "Janie's Got a Gun in my Pants," Queensryche's "Breaking the Silence in my Pants," and Emerson, Lake & Palmer's "21st Century Schizoid Man in my Pants."
Have a happy April Fool's Day, everyone!
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Smash It Up In My Pants?
Horse With No Name In My Pants?
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I've seen what you're listening to today, Forgie. You've got Vogue in your pants!
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= )
Dunno how L. would feel about that either. Teehee.
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