| Leaves, feathers, they are all the same. |
[Dec. 4th, 2006|11:22 am] |
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| | bouncy | ] | It's one of those mornings.
Mr Weasel initiated a very deep conversation about how scientists fear having their experiments interrupted by little pink fairies. Basically they don't. Exactly half of all scientists do not believe in little pink fairies and the other half believe in them but neither think that they will affect the outcome of their experiments. On the rare occasions when pink faries have turned up and started messing up the ticker tape and knocking over the bubbling jars of green liquid, the increasingly disturbed scientist involved will be quietly removed from anywhere where he may cause harm and locked in a university.
Pink faries tangle my yarn when I'm knitting. But I'm not considered a danger to the universe. Much.
I have feelings of happy today. Why don't I ever find jars of old beads and old textile equipment in the back of junk shops?
And as for Torchwood, good stuff but hello? Plot holes? That just didn't make a lot of sense. |
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I shall ask my parents about the science fairies. I would like to find more great things in shops, oh_meow bought a box from a car boot sale and it was full of a family's old cinefilms. That never happens to me! | |