Because you just need a sauropod vertebra once a week.

[geckzilla]

I don't know how interested in dinosaurs any of you are or whether my own interest makes this blog more interesting to me than it would another person, but here you go... even if you are completely bored by it I guess you could make a game out of counting the number of times he uses some form of the word "pneumatic"
http://svpow.wordpress.com/

[neufer]

<<Howdy Doody's Flub-a-dub (originally [b][color=#FF0000]FLUBDUB[/color][/b]) was a unique South American animal with a duck's head, a cat's whiskers, a giraffe's neck (encircled with rings), a cocker spaniel's ears, a seal's flippers (and four webbed feet), a raccoon's tail hairpiece, a dachshund's body and the memory of an elephant.>>

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[geckzilla]

Well, that response is not going to make any sense in a few posts when the chimera is moved from the top of the page.

[neufer]

Well, that response is not going to make any sense in a few posts when the chimera is moved from the top of the page.

My posts are supposed to "make sense."

FLUBDUB: Pretentious nonsense, bunkum, balderdash (1888)

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Rudyard Kipling — Traffics and Discoveries (1900)

"I guess he was right on the General not expecting me to dinner; but it was all of a piece with their sloppy British way of doing business. Any God's quantity of fuss and FLUBDUB to bury a man, and not an ounce of forehandedness in the whole outfit to find out whether he was rightly dead."
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Edgar Rice Burroughs - Carson of Venus (1939)

We greeted each other with the usual "Maltu Mephis!" which, for some reason, seemed wholly out of place and incongruous between us. I always had a feeling that Zerka was hiding a laugh about something, and especially so when we went through the silly FLUBDUB of Zani ritual. Hers was a most engaging personality that seemed to me to be wholly out of harmony with the stupidities of Zanism.
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________ The Tempest Act 2, Scene 1

GONZALO: Methinks our garments are now as fresh as when we
___ put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of
___ the king's fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis.

[geckzilla]

As usual, the board emoticons are insufficient.

[Beyond]

Geckzilla, i just saw the picture in your link. As soon as i saw it, i knew you were guilty of inciting neufer to set off another neuferism

[neufer]

[c]Horace: The 'Ars Poetica' or "The Art of Poetry"[/c]
"If a painter were willing to join a horse's neck to a human head and spread on multicolored feathers, with different parts of the body brought in from anywhere and everywhere, so that what starts out above as a beautiful woman ends up horribly as a black fish, could you my friends, if you had been admitted to the spectacle, hold back your laughter? Believe me, dear Pisos, that very similar to such a painting would be a literary work in which meaningless images are fashioned, like the dreams of someone who is mentally ill, so that neither the foot nor the head can be attributed to a single form. "Painters and poets," someone objects, "have always had an equal right to dare to do whatever they wanted." We know it and we both seek this indulgence and grant it in turn. But not to the degree that the savage mate with the gentle, nor that snakes be paired with birds, nor lambs with tigers. Often, one or two purple patches are stitched onto works that have begun in high seriousness, and that profess important themes, so that they sparkle far and wide; as when the grove and altar of Diana and the circling of swiftly flowing waters through the pleasant fields or the Rhine river or the rainbow are described. But this was not the place for such embellishments. And perhaps you know how to draw a cypress tree. What does that matter if you have been paid to paint a desperate sailor swimming away from a shipwreck? You started out to make a wine-jar. Why, as the wheel turns, does it end up as a pitcher? In short, let the work be anything you like, but let it at least be one, single thing. Most of us poets, o father and sons who are worthy of that father, deceive ourselves by an illusion of correct procedure. I work at achieving brevity; instead I become obscure. Striving for smoothness, vigor and spirit escape me. One poet, promising the sublime, delivers pomposity. Another creeps along the ground, overly cautious and too much frightened of the gale. Whoever wishes to vary a single subject in some strange and wonderful way, paints a dolphin into a forest and a boar onto the high seas. The avoidance of blame leads to error if there is an absence of Art."

[Beyond]

Fortunately for us, we have NO absence of ART. did i really say that?