Friday, 19 October 2007
Thursday, 9 August 2007
Eqypt inquiry
Wednesday, 8 August 2007
A different word problem
B A K E
S W A P
O P A L
D Y E D
A R K S
S N O W
L U M P
A C E S
ME L T
S P U N
R A N T
Never here
Never seen,
Ever coming,
Never been,
Still approaching,
Coming near,
Thousands for it's visit wait,
But alas for their fate,
Though they expect me to appear,
They will never find me here.
What am I?
Heavy but light
What am I?
Another riddle
Written as three,
two letters there are,
And two only in me,
I'm double I'm single,
I'm black, blue and gray,
I'm read from both ends,
And same either way.
What am I?
Sunday, 22 July 2007
What am I ?
I build up castles. I tear down mountains. I make some men blind, I help others to see. What am I?
Click here for the answer.
Saturday, 21 July 2007
Thursday, 19 July 2007
I like monkeys
I like monkeys.
The pet store was selling them for five cents a piece. I thought that
odd since they were normally a couple thousand each. I decided not to
look a gift horse in the mouth. I bought 200. I like monkeys.
I took my 200 monkeys home. I have a big car. I let one drive. His
name was Sigmund. He was retarded. In fact, none of them were really
bright. They kept punching themselves in their genitals. I laughed.
Then they punched my genitals. I stopped laughing.
I herded them into my room. They didn't adapt very well to their new
environment. They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at
high speeds and slam into the wall. Although humorous at first, the
spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third hour.
Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive:
they all died. No apparent reason. They all just sorta' dropped dead.
Kinda' like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later. Damn
cheap monkeys.
I didn't know what to do. There were 200 dead monkeys lying all over my
room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase. It looked
like I had 200 throw rugs.
I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn't work. It got stuck.
Then I had one dead, wet monkey and 199 dead, dry monkeys.
I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals. That worked for
a while, that is until they began to decompose. It started to smell real
bad.
I had to pee but there was a dead monkey in the toilet and I didn't want
to call the plumber. I was embarrassed.
I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them. Unfortunately
there was only enough room for two monkeys at a time so I had to change
them every 30 seconds. I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so
it didn't all go bad.
I tried burning them. Little did I know my bed was flammable. I had to
extinguish the fire.
Then I had one dead, wet monkey in my toilet, two dead, frozen monkeys in
my freezer, and 197 dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed. The odor
wasn't improving.
I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my monkeys and to use the
bathroom. I severely beat one of my monkeys. I felt better.
I tried throwing them way but the garbage man said that the city wasn't
allowed to dispose of charred primates. I told him that I had a wet
one. He couldn't take that one either. I didn't bother asking about the
frozen ones.
I finally arrived at a solution. I gave them out as Christmas gifts. My
friends didn't know quite what to say. They pretended that they like
them but I could tell they were lying. Ingrates. So I punched them in
the genitals.
I like monkeys
Yes, as you can see the search words worked and I found the story. He did cheat!!!!!!!
It looks like "I like monkeys" is very popular judging by all the sites with that story.
Sunday, 24 June 2007
Chapter 7
Day 6
Saturday, 23 June 2007
Day 5 Continued
Day 5
I hear the ghostly Maori horn blow again. My ent body decides to permanently change its victims into trees. It starts casting in a treeish voice. Mitchell's bark is nearly ready when Jimi appears holding a staff. The ent tries to ignore him but I can tell that it is afraid. Jimi frees Connor and then Kate. When he had finished saving Steph, the spell was nearly ready. The ent started talking faster but it was too late. Jimi summoned up a blast of vines and I crashed into a hard tree. My shell of wood cracks and the ent, screaming, fell away.
I remember Mitchell. I turn in his direction to see a little man with a big head chanting non-stop. Suddenly, the Mitchell-tree morphed into one of the little men. Then, once the transformation was complete, they ran away, faster than any human.
I walk out of the forest and notice some thing's wrong. The sky was a nasty, bruised yellow. I wonder if I can still talk to trees. "How did the sky turn yellow?" I ask. "Most likely an intergalactic, malevolent, giant, psychic alien octopus. Why?" it replied. "A what?" I asked. "You mean you don't know?" The tree seemed to be laughing. "Well, an alien octopus, on a comet, came to earth and started wreaking havoc. However this was the Waikato, a place where man, mythology and magic lived together as one. The octopus was winning until a shaman, armed with a magic amulet, came and buried it, making both a basin and a mountain. He made a hole on the top. This is where Kakepuku stands..." It stopped, as if it had said too much. "How did you get here?" I asked. "Ah, all us trees were an army that were going to attack the octopus from behind. However, the octopus summoned up an ent who caught us and turned us into trees. I have said enough." I walked away and putting two and two together, (or three and one or 5 and 4 e.t.c) I figured that the octopus rotted away leaving a cavern and 8 tunnels. That made 6 I hadn't been through... I headed for the tunnel. Strangely, the stream had dried up. I walk inside the cave and see a lot of giant eels thrashing about on the ground and 3 floating bubbles of energy, in which I could see figures, 2 trying to gt out,1 mediating. Suddenly a torrent of water came crashing down. On reflex, using my staff, I make a raft and shield. The water came down with crushing force but I remained unharmed the water rushed away leaving me with a very angry taniwha...
Friday, 22 June 2007
Day 4
I woke up to find Caleb and a strange winged horse with white feathers on top of a layer of blue scales shaking me. The creature looks like Sam's cloak. We walked back to camp and found two other shelters. Then I got a huge shock. Walking out of a tent was Jimi. I groaned. “Not again”, I said to myself. Then another five people walked out of the bush: Connor, Geoff, Prim, Jessica and Niranjika.
Caleb explained that the strange creature that I met was Sam. Boy am I DUMB. He told me that Sam put on a magic cloak and he turned into a mythical creature. Caleb jumps on to him and rides away. “I’ll come back soon!” called Caleb.
Jimi went into the cave while my staff pulls me to the nikau grove. I try to resist but my legs don't obey.This, is scary. Suddenly my legs turn into wood and the "Woodification" spreads to my arms and I get taller. I cry out in fear but not in english, in tree. I am an ent. I call out to the others. Connor comes into the bush, spellbound. He comes within reach and I subconciously blow on him. “Tuna breath”, he gags. He tries to run away but his feet have turned into roots and he is stuck! He tries to scream but no sound comes out. It is probably the most horrible thing in my life but my ent body seems to be enjoying it. Within a minute he is just another nikau palm in the forest.
After waiting for hours, more people come into the forest: Mitchell, Kate, Step, Kinsasha and Grace. I try to stop, but I catch three of them and turn them into trees. Now only Grace and Kinsasha are still human...
Sunday, 17 June 2007
Day 3
WOOOOOOOOOH! I woke up to the sound of an eerie, ghostly horn. I looked up at the sky. I had slept in. My group decided to go up the mountain to investigate. We walked up the mountain, through dense bush and Jimi lagging behind and complaining he was tired. “Could this get any worse?” I thought to myself. Then I had a stroke of luck; when I turned around, somehow, Jimi had disappeared.
We eventually came to a path. One way going left, one is going right. We took the left path. A few minutes later, we found a wall of rocks. We climbed over them and found a cave entrance. When we got inside it was pitch-black so I took out the torch. We walked further into the cave. We heard another group inside. We came to a fork in the road. Sam chose left because it was lucky for him. Caleb agreed. I also chose left so that was the way we went.
The path was getting damper and damper and the path was slowly going down, down, down. Suddenly we couldn’t hear the other group anymore. Finally we came to a stream. We found an old rickety raft tied to a pole. We got on and it went down into the water. We undid the mooring ropes and floated down the stream. We found a huge pillar in the middle of an under ground lake. Caleb holds on to it while me and Sam climb up. Fear grips me as I slip down into the murky depths.
The water's very dirty and feels disgusting. I swim back to the raft where Caleb and Sam are waiting with a strange cloak. We finally emerge from the cave. We come ashore dragging the raft with us. We put on some dry clothes and shelter under a tree. There’s something creepy about this place. Even though I'm very sleepy, I can't get to sleep. This place is stranger than it looks like.
In the middle of the night and see a strange flashing light. I follow it to a clearing in the nikau palms. I find a glowing staff. I pick it up and there’s a blinding flash of green light and then…darkness.
Friday, 15 June 2007
Riddles
Two boys and a man need to cross a river. They can only use the canoe. It will hold only the man OR the two boys' weight. How can they all get across safely?In case you're wondering there always has to be at least one person on the boat at all times.
You can get more riddles at www.riddles.com
Befuddled? See the answer.
Wednesday, 6 June 2007
Friday, 1 June 2007
Day 2 Continued
Wednesday, 30 May 2007
Tuesday, 29 May 2007
Drop bears
A drop bear (or dropbear) is a fictional Australian marsupial said to be related to the koala.
Drop bears are commonly said to be unusually large, vicious, carnivorous koalas that inhabit treetops and attack their prey by dropping onto their heads from above. They are an example of local lore intended to frighten and confuse outsiders (usually American tourists), and amuse locals, similar to the jackalope, hoop snake, haggis or snipe hunting.
Some suggest that the drop bear myth is designed to discourage children from straying needlessly below eucalyptus trees, protecting them from the very real danger of getting hit by a falling branch. Arbitrary detachment of old branches is common with certain species of the eucalyptus, which are known as 'widow-makers' for this very reason. Similar theories are attached to the cone from the bunya tree.
The drop bear myth appears to have first appeared during the latter half of the 20th century, and may have its origins with Phascolarctos stirtoni, the carnivorous Phascolarctos involus or perhaps Thylacoleo carnifex, which belong to a group of extinct animals known as Australian megafauna. The prehistoric creatures were approximately twice the size of modern koalas. Thylacoleo is thought to have been an arboreal predator that may well have ambushed prey by dropping on it from overhead branches.
Stories of drop bears are often told to unsuspecting foreign visitors to illustrate Australian morbid humour. It is suggested that doing ridiculous things like having forks in the hair or Vegemite or toothpaste spread behind the ears will deter the creatures.
Kakepuku Catastrophe Day 1
Thursday, 24 May 2007
Day 2
"Follow me," said Sam. I snapped back to reality. We followed Sam to a place that had hard, thin wood. Perfect! While it seems easy, it's harder than it sounds. Sam told us the basic rules for making spears. "No. 01:You should find long, hard wood." "Check!" I answered in my mind. "No. 02: The wood should be thin enough to hold or throw. And No. 03: Make the tip sharp enough to stab yet blunt enough so it doesn't snap."
We pulled out our craft-knives. Luckily, Jimi didn't have one. The last thing we needed was for Jimi to be armed with spears. After hours, I had finally mastered the art of spear-making. I was so hungry that my stomach was hurting. We trudged down to the farmland and stabbed a sheep in the chest and after only a minute it fell down, dead.
Cows were going to be harder. A lot harder. Sam volunteered to demonstrate how to kill them. While Jimi carried the sheep back to the base, Sam walked slowly up to the cow and... stroked it. The cow relaxed and kept on eating grass. As it chewed Sam suddenly got the spear, stabbed it and ran. The cow, startled, let out a loud grunt and suddenly all the cattle spun around. STAMPEDE!!!!
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