I WANTED THOSE REPORTS ON MY DESK AN HOUR AGO
SUSAN HAVE YOU SEEN BRIAN HE HAS MY STAPLER.
SUSAN stop dancing. This is serious.
HEY SUSAN I’M GOING TO GET SOME LUNCH YOU WANT ANYTHING?
SUSAN STOP SCREAMING PLEASE
SUSAN MY COMPUTER CRASHED. I COULD REALLY USE YOUR HELP.
SUSAN I FEEL WE NEED TO HAVE A DISCUSSION ABOUT YOUR RECENT TARDINESS IS EVERYTHING GOING OK AT HOME HOW IS RICHARD.
SUSAN THE PRINTER IS DOING THE BEEPING THING AGAIN HOW DO I GET IT TO STOP?
"Because what’s the point in them being happy now if you know they’re going to be sad later? The answer is, of course, because they are going to be sad later."
Douglas Adams is the best when it comes to describe characters
we need to teach classes on Douglas Adams analogies okay
“He leant tensely against the corridor wall and frowned like a man trying to unbend a corkscrew by telekinesis.”
"The Galaxy, which had been enjoying a period of unusual peace and prosperity at the time, reeled like a man getting mugged in a meadow.”
"it was a deep, hollow malevolent voice which sounded like molten tar glurping out of a drum with evil on its mind.”
"Stones, then rocks, then boulders which pranced past him like clumsy puppies, only much, much bigger, much, much harder and heavier, and almost infinitely more likely to kill you if they fell on you.”
"… a large and voluminous creature who looked like someone losing a fight with a pink duvet …”
"He screwed up his face and then dropped his head forward, shaking it like someone trying to shake a coin out of a money box.”
"He gazed keenly into the distance and looked as if he would quite like the wind to blow his hair back dramatically at that point, but the wind was busy fooling around with some leaves a little way off.”
"He leapt to his feet like an author hearing the phone ring”
"he started to stalk forward slowly and stealthily wearing a puzzled frown of concentration, like a leopard that’s not sure whether it’s just seen a half-empty tin of cat food half a mile away across a hot and dusty plain.”
"it looked only partly like a spaceship with guidance fins, rocket engines and escape hatches and so on, and a great deal like a small upended Italian bistro.”
"If it was an emotion, it was a totally emotionless one. It was hatred, implacable hatred. It was cold, not like ice is cold, but like a wall is cold. It was impersonal, not as a randomly flung fist in a crowd is impersonal, but like a computer-issued parking summons is impersonal. And it was deadly - again, not like a bullet or a knife is deadly, but like a brick wall across a motorway is deadly.”
another another tags to type and post the tag that comes up
Writing a Poem
National Poetry month is almost over. Time to start riding/writing!
spock wallpaper tile for my dads birthday happy birthday dad
#MeetTheCubs today in theatres.