Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Jan 27, 2004 7:56:48 GMT -5
...dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility;
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger...
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot!
Follow your spirit; and upon this charge,
Cry, "God for Harry! England and Saint George!"
--Henry V, III:1
The game is indeed afoot. This is the first foray into classical NerdAlert!'s. In the future we will explore others, but today we begin with the master of them all.
T'is true dear S'cubies, the NerdAlert! doth visit Merry Ol' i' the form of that greatest of playwrights, William Shakespeare.
It seems that one of the mages at ME hath crack'd ope the problem of a time spelle and the great bard of Avon doth walk amongst us. Poor man. Adjusteth to our moderne tymes he has. The word processor doth be myghtier than the quill. But he needeth worke. And who, of all the patrons he myght finde hath hyred himme, but our beloved Joss of Whedon.
You've already guessed it. The new scripts for this season of ATS have been written by the greatest of all. Indeed, Mr. S has been so intrigued by this medium of television that he has also put forth storylines for new shows and resurrections of other shows.
You, my dear S'cubies, are Mr. S's assistants. Please draw up his ideas and present them to Mr. Whedon at the next meeting. As always, spelling doesn't count, but ingenuity and creativity (and outright ballsiness) do.
(DISCLAYMER: N I DON'T EXPECT YOU TO WRITE LIKE MR. S. IF YOU WANT TO GIVE IT A TRY, GO FOR IT. OTHERWISE, JUST TRY TO THINK AS MUCH LIKE HIM AS YOU CAN.
)
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility;
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger...
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot!
Follow your spirit; and upon this charge,
Cry, "God for Harry! England and Saint George!"
--Henry V, III:1
The game is indeed afoot. This is the first foray into classical NerdAlert!'s. In the future we will explore others, but today we begin with the master of them all.
T'is true dear S'cubies, the NerdAlert! doth visit Merry Ol' i' the form of that greatest of playwrights, William Shakespeare.
It seems that one of the mages at ME hath crack'd ope the problem of a time spelle and the great bard of Avon doth walk amongst us. Poor man. Adjusteth to our moderne tymes he has. The word processor doth be myghtier than the quill. But he needeth worke. And who, of all the patrons he myght finde hath hyred himme, but our beloved Joss of Whedon.
You've already guessed it. The new scripts for this season of ATS have been written by the greatest of all. Indeed, Mr. S has been so intrigued by this medium of television that he has also put forth storylines for new shows and resurrections of other shows.
You, my dear S'cubies, are Mr. S's assistants. Please draw up his ideas and present them to Mr. Whedon at the next meeting. As always, spelling doesn't count, but ingenuity and creativity (and outright ballsiness) do.
(DISCLAYMER: N I DON'T EXPECT YOU TO WRITE LIKE MR. S. IF YOU WANT TO GIVE IT A TRY, GO FOR IT. OTHERWISE, JUST TRY TO THINK AS MUCH LIKE HIM AS YOU CAN.
)
