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We are nothing without our notebooks. For who would record that which happens to us, if not we ourselves?
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Is what we record of ourselves, what we really need to see? Or just another subjective account of the local news.
At one point I was myself and my notebook was a book. After a while my notenook became a part of me. If I went to a meeting without it, I felt its reproach. Now I am a part of the notebook.
I am only half the man I could be because I only write stuff down every other day.
Triple space...Make more of yourself!
You could write larger, wouldn't that work. The larger the better I always say.
I want a Powerbook so I can be powerful
I want a Newton I can talk to. Will I be an Isaac if I become my Newton?
well, if you catch a cold, you'll have to get a hankysaac.
now hear this! my powerbook wouln't be portable with a wheelbarrow and a generator. my monitor is cracked and my logic board has a bad power chip so i can't run off battery-- although the batery must be in anyway.
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bumm-mmer!
re 7: only if your newton is a fig.
#8: Sounds like you need some Prosaac.
sara says "where is my damn book?"
Probably on the shelf.
What notebook?
The notebook without which he is nothing. Being as he still exists, we must presume the notebook does as well. Or at least that it did, back in 1995. Whereas by now it's entirely possible that the notebook, and thus karlberg himself, is nothing but a termite-infested pile of wood rot in some forgotten basement. But we won't hold it against you, eric. It's not your fault.
Unless, of course, it is your fault. And in that case, we might or misght not blame you, depending, obviously, on the weather in Pintleton Alpha.
The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain. The rain in Maine falls plainly on the train.
Except for when it doesn't.
Or isn't, or wasn't. And then there's the times when it falls on the pheasant. Now isn't that pleasant, a rain-pelted pheasant? Well, not for the pheasant, and he doth resent it.
"You might be a Wasn't!
A Wasn't has no fun at all, no he doesn't!
A Wasn't just isn't, he just isn't present,
But you, you are you, and now isn't that pleasant?"
-Dr. Seuss
Because, because, because.... Because no good word seems to rhyme with because! [sung by a little girl, a tin woodsman, a cowardly lion, etc.]
And five little munchkins that were hiding backstage.
No, they don't rhyme with because either, silly.
well, it's not my fault they were singing! I had nothing to do with it. I am completely sweet and innocent. ;)
Sweet, perhaps, but certainly not innocent. Glinda the Good read us the part in her Book about you and the Snord's deep-freeze. The KGB is dusting your fingerprints off an ice cream scoop that's dripping double butterscotch chocolate chip as we speak. i suggest that you confess before the Senate hearings start tomorrow.
butterscotch chocolate chip ice cream? where?
On the ice cream scoop snagged by the KGB, silly. Haven't you been listening?
yeah i've been listening i heard the word ice cream didn't i?
And the Word became Ice Cream, and melted in our mouths; and we tasted
its perfection, full of chocolate chips and cookie dough.
St. Jerry, 1:14
no peanut butter chips?
They're in the meatloaf. But i haven't seen the meatloaf since Alice took it through the looking-glass.
*munch munch* BUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPP
Eddy had chocolate before disappearing back into the freezer?
*crunch crunch*
Eddy's Cauliflower Supreme Tofu Ice Cream was seen with the chocolate shortly before the latter vanished. There has been talk of fowl play.
not to mention it had chicken bones in it...
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