Wednesday, 28 February 2007

Men do come from Mars and Women from Venus

The new house is better is nice. Much more space.

We had a cyclone. Gamede they called it. What sort of name is Gamede anyway?

Yestarday I caught myself laughing and saying "lol! lol! lol" at the same time. Is it bad?

In line with my last post and awaiting the brain to reset to blogging mode, here's a smiley for you. I found in on Joke' sometime last year or the year before and had posted on my ex-blog. Enjoy!

Tandem Story: Prof's E-mail Assignment

When differences of student's opinion can lead to galactic rewards...

Remember the book "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus"? Here's a prime example offered by an English professor from the University of Phoenix: his assignment and a short story turned in by two of his students:

(Professor) "Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. As homework tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph of a short story. You will e-mail your partner that paragraph and send another copy to me. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story and send it back, also sending another copy to me. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back-and-forth. Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking outside of the e-mails and anything you wish to say must be written in the e-mail. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached."

(first paragraph by Rebecca) At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question.

(second paragraph by Gary) Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off, a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.

(Rebecca) He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.

(Gary) Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through Congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty, the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the conference table. "We can't allow this! I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out of the sky!"

(Rebecca) This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.

(Gary) Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh, shall I have chamomile tea? Oh no, I'm such an air-headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels!"

(Rebecca) Jerk.

(Gary) Cry baby.


(Gary) Go drink some tea.

(Professor) A+... I really liked this!

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Monday, 5 February 2007

Men come from... and women....

Fot those of you who've wondered about my absence; we're in the process of moving out. That and the load of work kept me away from blogging. Everything should be getting back to normal by the end of the month.

Savouring a cup of coffee, I asked a new friend how she and her boyfriend met. It was all so very romantic.

We met at work, she told me. He came for an interview, I saw him and it was almost love at first sight. Since I'd been already working there for a while, I insisted and made sure he was in my group. We got to talk, exchanged phone numbers, called each other up incessantly and got to know each other. Like in all relationships, we've had our ups and downs but we're blissfully happy.

This is of course, a summarised version.

A couple of days later I asked the boyfriend the same question. Oh, she saw me and just fell in love he told me. And I didn't even know her and hadn't seen her.

His side of the story wasn't the least bit romantic and lasted less than 3 minutes. I laughed out loud because I was playing her side of the story in my mind the whole time.

She supplied some infomations he left out, he claimed he didn't remember things happening that way. I laughed even more. They tenderly looked at each other and held hands.

Am going to post this I told them, I think they tought I was joking.

Where did the book say Men and Women come from?