Four lies and a truth

I'm fed up of all these people who can only make up one good lie ::smirk:: so see if you can spot the truth in the following pack of lies.

[Poll #188350]

The Bible you say

Filched, out of context, from dasbestos:

the second coming of christ is supposed to be around about now, or so they say, and it's also supposed to be somewhere in the middle east (either israel or syria). apparently it's in the 'bible code', which they say is some sort of hidden code in the bible which, when deciphered properly, has shown up things like kennedy's assasaination, hiroshima etc. a la nostradamus.

But what if his bus is late or there are road works or the bible has been changed? What if that service has been discontinued or doesn't run in the evening anymore? And I don't see how it could be relevant to JFK's assassination because he never used public transport and anyway there isn't any in Dallas.

Brain scrabble

Write a post which can be formed using the standard set of 100 Scrabble tiles. Work out how much it scores (triple-letter on the 14th letter, double-letter on the 5th and 18th).

This kind of quiz weirds John out. Ron may belittle at will a cause of annoyance re mixed leaves but O I groped a gripey grave.

Blank = L,Y Score = 204

Drugs and dreams

I occasionally have dreams about the weirdest things like lemur_catta joining the SS or canal boats and Roman graveyards. What is consistent is that almost all my dreams are disturbing. Its the main reason I don't ever do hallucinogens. I do take 222's though when I have a bad headache and when codeine induces a dream, despair is the dominant theme;family angst and missed trains, lost bags and crashed planes are sufficient to make a chap scream. So I think the best I could ever hope for from any narcotic is temporary oblivion.

Last bit of Monday silliness

Write an entry in the style of a particular author

Dull - Goddess, sing the tedium of Vector's trip to Loblaws.

As the steersman braves the foam as he rushes past the shivering rock of Scylla, so Vector son of Tensor steered the cart through the racks. Rich were the spoils as he plundered the fat, filled shelves. First the unctuous oil of the olive that drives its root Hades deep in Parnassus' side seeking the life giving moisture deep in the sun cracked earth. Then the curdled yield of grazing cattle, earthly kindred of Geryon's herd that bold Herakles stole from Erytheia's rich plain. Next long skeins of purest white woven from 100% post-consumer recycled material. In vain he sought thigh bones and fat, a double fold sliced clean and topped with strips of flesh that he might sacrifice to thundering Zeus, son of Kronos. They were out of stock.

Thus did Vector buy olive oil, cheese and toilet paper at the supermarket.