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Oh ho ho. I realize, as one must, that the revered GRIMs will, most likely, cross out any merriment in my post. I am enjoying this change greatly. The colours may, perhaps be rather dull and hard on the eyes, but I am sure I will soon adjust. I am to write a standard Canadian literacy test to-morrow morning. I need no wishes of good luck as it will be a ridiculous waste of my time; the test, that is, not one’s wishes of good luck.
I am Errata, to symbolize the many errors I make in my schooling, and encourage me to improve. I share your love of the Filboid Studge, although I miss BA:TNG. Unfortunately, my request for roleplays has gone unanswered. It seems that the GRIMs have better things to do. *coughcriticizeallofuscough*
I made a Wordle for the thread. The largest (most used) word is “Must”. Imagine that. Behave is also quite large (as are all the words that appear).
Must
Behave
Improving
subjects
Hedgehog
Formerly
joining
conversation
familiarize
please
know
interest
Hare
known
Oh, what fun. Shall we frolic in the fields of black-and-white dullness, singing happy funeral songs, and delighting in our dreadful run-on sentences as the GIRMs who cannot spell GAPA chase after us in dismay, calling for us to stop?
I think we shall. *does so*
OMG. That all I can think to say.
I believe it’s spelled GRIMs, although I shall have to check… Yes indeed. GIRMs invokes images of germs. Excuse me for any bad metal images that may have created.
Hello, I’m Flowery. I was known as Tetrahydrofuran on the Muse Blog.
I found this story online. It was written by “Saki” (Hector Hugh Munro) and it is called “Filboid Studge, The Story Of A Mouse That Helped”
“I want to marry your daughter,” said Mark Spayley with faltering eagerness. “I am only an artist with an income of two hundred a year, and she is the daughter of an enormously wealthy man, so I suppose you will think my offer a piece of presumption.”
Duncan Dullamy, the great company inflator, showed no outward sign of displeasure. As a matter of fact, he was secretly relieved at the prospect of finding even a two-hundred-a-year husband for his daughter Leonore. A crisis was rapidly rushing upon him, from which he knew he would emerge with neither money nor credit; all his recent ventures had fallen flat, and flattest of all had gone the wonderful new breakfast food, Pipenta, on the advertisement of which he had sunk such huge sums. It could scarcely be called a drug in the market; people bought drugs, but no one bought Pipenta.
“Would you marry Leonore if she were a poor man’s daughter?” asked the man of phantom wealth.
“Yes,” said Mark, wisely avoiding the error of over-protestation. And to his astonishment Leonore’s father not only gave his consent, but suggested a fairly early date for the wedding.
“I wish I could show my gratitude in some way,” said Mark with genuine emotion. “I’m afraid it’s rather like the mouse proposing to help the lion.”
“Get people to buy that beastly muck,” said Dullamy, nodding savagely at a poster of the despised Pipenta, “and you’ll have done more than any of my agents have been able to accomplish.”
“It wants a better name,” said Mark reflectively, “and something distinctive in the poster line. Anyway, I’ll have a shot at it.”
Three weeks later the world was advised of the coming of a new breakfast food, heralded under the resounding name of “Filboid Studge.” Spayley put forth no pictures of massive babies springing up with fungus-like rapidity under its forcing influence, or of representatives of the leading nations of the world scrambling with fatuous eagerness for its possession. One huge sombre poster depicted the Damned in Hell suffering a new torment from their inability to get at the Filboid Studge which elegant young fiends held in transparent bowls just beyond their reach. The scene was rendered even more gruesome by a subtle suggestion of the features of leading men and women of the day in the portrayal of the Lost Souls; prominent individuals of both political parties, Society hostesses, well-known dramatic authors and novelists, and distinguished aeroplanists were dimly recognizable in that doomed throng; noted lights of the musical- comedy stage flickered wanly in the shades of the Inferno, smiling still from force of habit, but with the fearsome smiling rage of baffled effort. The poster bore no fulsome allusions to the merits of the new breakfast food, but a single grim statement ran in bold letters along its base: “They cannot buy it now.”
Spayley had grasped, the fact that people will do things from a sense of duty which they would never attempt as a pleasure. There are thousands of respectable middle-class men who, if you found them unexpectedly in a Turkish bath, would explain in all sincerity that a doctor had ordered them to take Turkish baths; if you told them in return that you went there because you liked it, they would stare in pained wonder at the frivolity of your motive. In the same way, whenever a massacre of Armenians is reported from Asia Minor, every one assumes that it has been carried out “under orders ” from somewhere or another, no one seems to think that there are people who might LIKE to kill their neighbours now and then.
And so it was with the new breakfast food. No one would have eaten Filboid Studge as a pleasure, but the grim austerity of its advertisement drove housewives in shoals to the grocers’ shops to clamour for an immediate supply. In small kitchens solemn pig- tailed daughters helped depressed mothers to perform the primitive ritual of its preparation. On the breakfast-tables of cheerless parlours it was partaken of in silence. Once the womenfolk discovered that it was thoroughly unpalatable, their zeal in forcing it on their households knew no bounds. “You haven’t eaten your Filboid Studge!” would be screamed at the appetiteless clerk as he hurried weariedly from the breakfast-table, and his evening meal would be prefaced by a warmed-up mess which would be explained as “your Filboid Studge that you didn’t eat this morning.” Those strange fanatics who ostentatiously mortify themselves, inwardly and outwardly, with health biscuits and health garments, battened aggressively on the new food. Earnest spectacled young then devoured it on the steps of the National Liberal Club. A bishop who did not believe in a future state preached against the poster, and a peer’s daughter died from eating too much of the compound. A further advertisement was obtained when an infantry regiment mutinied and shot its officers rather than eat the nauseous mess; fortunately, Lord Birrell of Blatherstone, who was War Minister at the moment, saved the situation by his happy epigram, that “Discipline to be effective must be optional.”
Filboid Studge had become a household word, but Dullamy wisely realized that it was not necessarily the last word in breakfast dietary; its supremacy would be challenged as soon as some yet more unpalatable food should be put on the market. There might even be a reaction in favour of something tasty and appetizing, and the Puritan austerity of the moment might be banished from domestic cookery. At an opportune moment, therefore, he sold out his interests in the article which had brought him in colossal wealth at a critical juncture, and placed his financial reputation beyond the reach of cavil. As for Leonore, who was now an heiress on a far greater scale than ever before, he naturally found her something a vast deal higher in the husband market than a two- hundred-a-year poster designer. Mark Spayley, the brainmouse who had helped the financial lion with such untoward effect, was left to curse the day he produced the wonder-working poster.
“After all,” said Clovis, meeting him shortly afterwards at his club, “you have this doubtful consolation, that ’tis not in mortals to countermand success.”
It is a good story, I think. Most suitable for a toddler at bedtime.
I remembered that it was April Fools Day, but totally forgot that Muse would probobly do something.
Hoora- Oops, I mean, celebrations. Dullness. What fun. dull font. grey ‘n black. Stugderiness.
But does this mean that the GAPAs have annihilated the virus from MuseBlog? When I checked earlier it linked me to MuseAcademy and the Studgeriness wasn’t there.
Oh well. I’ll go play computer gam- I mean do some homework now.
Did I break some rules in this post? Oh well again. Who car- I mean I am deeply sorry I will never disrupt the dullness again. Maybe.
Hey- er, I mean Salutations. It is certainly lovely weather today, is it not? Hey, wanna buy a pie? Cherry, banana cream, fresh from the oven in the cellar! Best you’ll- NOTHING!!!
Pardon me.
No, simply engaging in some improving cookery.
Certainly not, ma’am. No pastries are involved. Oatmeal and bread, yes, ma’am.
Thank you, ma’am. My apologies. I shall continue my constitutional now. Meet me behind the storage shed! I’ll- Yes, ma’am, I know it’s rude to whisper. My apologies. Good day.
62–Poor Spayley.
My, my! How… proper. And vaguely Dickensian, yay!
I am a Snorgswattle. What fun!
Fun! This is pretty awesome! NOT, lol. Ugh but I can’t find my cat. What’s up with that?
Well, at least this is better than the bunnies!
Hello, Studgers! I’m known as RoseQuartz on MuseBlog, but here I decided on a more somber name to do with geology. I’m currently
procrastinatingworking on the thesis paragraph I need to write for English tomorrow. And I’m about to start work on my Math review packet. And several book-work thingies that I missed when I was sick. Wow, I’ve basically been sick for a month… :neutral: That was actually intended to BE a :neutral: . Let’s see the other smileys.:)
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63) Wowsers. That an awesome name. :razz:
I had some wonderful cheese today. Some loverly muenster. The day before, I had some delectable smoked gouda. And last week I had a little Dubliner. But then my Dad, who was SUPPOSED to be on a diet, ate my cheese. I couldn’t believe it. Cheese is absolutely wonderful. It is the one and only thing I think can cheer up our seriousness. :grin: EAT MORE CHEESE!
Eat more cheese NOW! In fact, I declare a Cheese Party! :razz: Even those new pompous Studger GAPAs can’t refuse cheese!Well, 5+4+8=17. 1+7=8. So I’m a Troff. Is that Rosanne? (Sorry, GRIMs.)
Today, I told my science teacher that I was actually GOING on the class trip. I’m not. It’s three days on the 22nd. You do the math. She was really strung out about the permission forms and room assignments and stuff, sooooo… It was rather hilarious. My Latin teacher and my Art teacher were in on it, but Mr. O’Malley (the Latin teacher) missed it. I am now hailed as “extremely brave.” Mrs. Stewart is rather scary, if I do say so myself.
The other best prank wasn’t even a prank. The chorus teacher, Mrs. Gregory, was having computer troubles, so several nerds from the bass and tenor sections walked over to help her out. Preston, one of them, walked over singing his favorite theme song: the theme from Top Gun. Which he hasn’t seen. (This is the kid who thought Alaska was next to California.) So Mrs. Gregory says she didn’t ask them to get out of their seats, go sit down now. So Preston goes “Tchhh! Dow now now now now now now now- OW!!!” and falls flat on his face. Graham stuck out his foot and tripped him.
Sorry, but that WAS hilarious.
*rushes in loudly, knocking over things and pushing people off their feet* Hey, everyone. I just got back from Seattle…got some cool stuff at a mall. Like my new outfit? *
is wearing dark sunglasses, a T-shirt, a baseball cap, and dirty-looking jeans* Oh, and I bought some chocolate and soda for all of you. Thought you might like it. Here, have some. *throws various goodies at people* Oops, didn’t mean to spill that Sprite all over the Persian carpet. Oh well, you can always buy a new one. Heh. |)*piepiepiepiepiepiepiepiepiepiepiepiepiepiepiepiepiepie*Sorry GRIMs, I needed to PIE you!!!! Mwahahahahahahaha!!!!!!
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SFTDP
*gasp!* The Your comment is awaiting moderation message is still here! A sign of MUSEBLOG!!!!!!!
Boy, am I hyper tonight. Does that break the rules? *wink*
Happy April Fool’s Day, everyone! I made my website look like it had been taken over by Daleks, and –
*sees new name, rules, and decor*
AAAH!
62- How positively appalling!
65- -winks and nods-
Of course I wasn’t winking. I’m perfectly solemn, dull, and worthy of the Studge name.
Why aren’t my comments being moderated?
LOAD, *bleep* it! LOAD!!!! (NO, of COURSE I didn’t just swear, GRIMs. I’d never STAND for such a thing.)
WHY WON’T THE *bleep* *bleep* *bleep* THING WORK???????????????
Sorry, sorry, sorry. The school course website frustrates me.
76-graystar? Who might you have been on MB? I’ve got this nagging feeling I should know…and it’s bugging me that I can’t place who you would be.
80- Graystar would be Rainbowstar, and Granite Basalt RoseQuartz.
81–*slaps forehead* Oh, of course. I really shouldn’t have needed help figuring that out…. *is slow*
Oh, my. This is…different. Love the bricks. The color scheme is very drab-I mean, refreshing.
I am having an incredible urge to be rebellious. I suppose I already am, seeing as right now I’m wearing a t-shirt and jeans, and my socks don’t match.Hm. I know! Let’s all meet in my dorm (if we can fit in it) and have a party! I’ll turn on the radio, and we can use poor grammar, and invite the wungs. The poor wungs deserve a party, since the GRIMs have been trying to evict them. Ooh, and we can eat food that contains sugar, and use fresh teabags!
Yay! Everyone meet me there, okay?
Oh capital, capital!
76) April Fool’s Day is entirely too Irresponsible in nature to be termed a holiday. Indeed it is sacrilegious to claim such things as a Holy Day. As a Proper Lady I propose it be struck from the calendar and no longer observed while respectable institutions such as Filboid Studge exist.
Of course all other Proper Ladies ought not Web-Log as it is a practice of ill repute and doubtlessly leads to social degeneracy and loose morals. Gracious! I need my smelling salts.
Those of you who are loitering about with nothing to do might do us a favor and check to see whether your name is listed properly on “Who is Here.” Some of you may have been missed during the confusion of intermittent shift changes. Be aware that alphabetizing is by surname, a measure complicated by the fact that some of you don’t have them.
I apologize for not reading all the posts, but I must say that this is incredible. I came on and used more profanity than was probably necessary, so where should I go for discipline?
Given the change of general attitude it might not be the best idea to go and boast about the April Fool’s joke we played on our teacher today……….more discipline, I’m afraid. *sigh*
70/71 – Cheese party! I’ll go get my brie.
83 – I’m there. In fact, let’s combine that with the cheese party.
Don’t even bother with the fresh tea bags, we can have highly caffeinated beverages instead.Just a question on the uniforms….I’m putting on my properly grey corduroy skirt, a shapeless white blouse and pinning my hair into a bun, but am I allowed to wear my green knee socks? I mean, these things are seriously green, like radioactive looking argyle. Is that okay or should I (horror of horrors) go with bare legs? :shock:
Sorry GRIMs, but it’s all this poor little hard working girl has. *sniff* gotta make a living somehow, don’t I? (And of course, being the total squares that you are you didn’t catch the reference there…….*is evil*)
Huh??? Why does the B in “IBCF” turn into SS?
That does it! You can make MuseBlog dull, you can rid us of our souls and creativity, BUT YOU CAN’T MISSPELL MY NAME! I’ll give you proper manners! *hops around on pogo stick and indiscriminately whacks everything in sight with a mallet, and simultaneously plays a loud, frantically sped-up version of dinner music for a pack of hungry cannibals (by Raymond Scott) with stolen trumpets and drums, laughing demonically all the while*85- *pauses* Excuse me, but my name isn’t up there, could you please add it? Oh, and sorry if this is a double post. Anyhow… *goes back to causing a general ruckus*
Did the strugers GAPAs seriously just cross out the annoucement of my Cheese party?! :mad: There’s no call for that! It doesn’t matter though! We can have it anyway! *eats cheese* *parties* *wears dark sunglasses*Miss Muncher, the proper term is GRIM, General Response Information Managers, which you would know if you read all the manuals listed at the top of the page. Never make the mistake of confusing us with those Gappa persons, who were clearly an irresponsible, flighty lot. It is shameful the extent to which they have been contaminating you children with their toleration, nay, indulgence, of whimsy, eccentricity, and overt oddity. You should consider yourselves lucky that Studge Enterprises came along when it did.
I knew there’d be something special for April Fools day. This sure is surprising.
The space station crew actually played a prank on Mission Control in honor of the day! Mike Fincke, the commander, was supposed to take a blood sample from Micheal Barratt, the flight engineer last night. When Houston called in to ask how it had gone, Fincke went “Wait, I was supposed to take HIS blood? I think we did it backwards…”
Oh, sorry, I guess we can’t talk about space here. My mistake, GRIMS.
Despite combing the homepage pretty thoroughly, I’m unable to find any hidden threads. Would a fellow Studger like to point me in the right direction?
I am so glad you decided against doing the items in stars in your post, ISSEF. I see they are clearly crossed out, happily. I am very glad the Muse Blog vanished. The GRIMs are much better than the Gappas were. Obey the GRIMs!
Aren’t Ms. Troff’s hat and ruffles a bit over the top for a properly sober and disciplined lady? I’m concerned about the impact that might cause on such a respectable institution!
To the GRIMs of Filboid Studge:
I must say, I was at first rather disappointed that the MuseBlog had been disbanded, as it has been an excellent source of entertainment for me. However, as I investigate further the excellent qualities of Filboid Studge, I’m quite impressed. Today’s youngsters are indeed missing that wonderful discipline of the good old days. To act graciously and chivalrously towards others, to be polite in all actions, and to be very silent – that was what we were taught. But just look at the children of today! Can you believe how loudly they laugh in public? Disgraceful! They move about in the most careless and rowdy way, and they make the most insinuating remarks! Utterly shameful!
And so, I would simply like to end this comment by applauding the valiant efforts of Filboid Studge. I have utter and total faith that the brave GRIMs of Filboid Studge will succeed in their movement to properly educate our young and teach them the correct ways of interacting with society. I hope that someday, the students of Filboid Studge will become the shining stars of high society and that they will appreciate the hard work put into their education by the GRIMs.
Sincerely yours,
Miss Faye Beauchamp
96- Oh, yes, we are very lucky.
April Fools!
April Fools? A much outdated concept, Miss Alice.
We can’t talk about space? Or have cheese? Well, then…*dismounts from pogo stick* *returns instruments to their proper owners* *calmly and quietly walks to nearest general response and information manager* *slowly, politely, but firmly dings GRIM on head with mallet several times* *places mallet on table*94- Now, Mr. Bookworm, the proper term is “asterisks”, and I most certainly wouldn’t write such a large post and then voluntarily decide against it. No, it was our kind, dear General Response Information Managers that applied the HTML. And my name is IBCF, not ISSCF. Now, you drop this large chunk of cesium metal into this beaker of water and I’ll be on my way.
April Fools! (;
*folds hands primly on lap**purses lips*
Ahem! I’m here! Oh. I am sorry. There will be no exclamation points anymore, as they are a symbol of excitement, a horrid forbidden thing. I beleive that exclamtion marks should be banned. They inject too much emotion into our comments.
96) Well! Excusez-moi madame GRIM. *pushes dark sunglasses up my nose* J’adore le fromage. Je mange fromage maintenant. Je vous defie. J’ai un boume de fromage! *manger fromage*[Dommage, ma petite. Madame GRIM comprends le français. *effaces les phrases mauvaises*]
Oh dear! (Whoops, sorry about the exclamation point)Can we not listen to music, dear GRIMS? *sniffles* What about my Beatles CDs? Wait, I have too much fun listening to them anyways.
Ms. Lining, You spelled believe wrong. Please go to the detetion room and write I will not spell incorrectly 2,067 times, please. NOW!
Hmm, that’s strange. It appears that my previous message was colored gray and crossed out. Another unintentional application of HTML by one of our dear GRIMs, no doubt. Not to be presumptuous, but it almost appears that they are attempting to delete bits of my posts from memory. Well, if it can’t be helped it can’t be helped. Perhaps bolding my text will reduce some of the consequential eye strain…
Our Global Studies teacher has his students over for dinner sometimes, and they can bring a friend or family member, and L– got invited and asked me to come. And I said I would, and it’s tonight. Though I’m not exactly thrilled to the marrow with the prospect, I said I would go, so now it’s something of a social obligation and I don’t know how I could get out of it politely so I have to go when I’d much rather stay home. -sigh- How irritating.
102–Anyone care to translate? I believe we’re still talking about cheese….
fromage=cheese, oui?