This one kinda' snuck up on me

"snuck" is a very nijce looking word, if I do say so myself.

I was also looking through some old email today, and found I'd made the typo trying to write the word "don't" and instead wrote, "donk." Which is also a very nice word.

Thought I'd share.

Now...there's this post...

INT: ROOM
The teevee babbles in the background. "Tired of normal breakfast cereals? Then try Fjord-Flakes! They're made of three kinds of grain, formed with a tasty center where milk can..."
"Shut it off!" Shouts Wednesday. "I'm so sick of how those guys sold totally out."
"What?" Asks Thursday.
"Those guys at Fjord. They used to be cool." finished Wednesday moving over to manually hit the power button on the teevee.
"Still are if you ask me." Monday said.
"Oh yeah?" Wednesday fumed, "What about "Fjord-Flakes? Fjord-Curtains? Fjord-Sheets? What was the catchphrase for that one - oh yeah - 'Keep the barfly you picked up last night from sleeping too close to you.' The Ford Fjord? Man, whatta hunka' shit! The Fjord Valentine - 'Fjords help keep hearts together' I mean What The FUCK! They've sold out to everything and anything they could."
"You've got a point." Said Tuesday. "But..."

Whatever he was about to say, was lost forever as the door opened with a crash! A massive Chinese dragon costume entered, and as the door smashed to the wall, the sound of symbols and drums rang out. The dragon moved closer to the Weekdays, it was obvious, it was a very large dragon costume. Eight pairs of legs stuck out of the bottom of the dragon, and the whole thing wasn't yet in the door. The dragon's face stuck it's head at Wednesday, who staggered back.

The dragon moved around as the rest of it moved into the room. It stared each of the weekdays in the face, as the rest of the sixteen pairs of legs followed it around. Then, after the dragon had pointed it's face at Thursday - the drums and symbols stopped on a dime. Then Friday took the dragon's head off, and pointed it at himself.

"There! We're ready."
"Ready for what?" Asked Monday.
"For the Chinese New Year. It's tomorrow!"
"What?" Said Thursday.
"It's the year of the Dog!" Said Friday, "And not only that, I think...well, judging from what my astrologer just said, I think it's going to be a Fire Dog! How cool is that!?"
"Well not really..." Began Tuesday.
"Oh what the fjuck do you know? You're sitting here wondering what you're going to do tonight, after just barely mustering up the energy to turn off the gjoddamn teevee. You were just talking about what?"
"How those Fjord guys sold out."
"Fjordguys! You know...you know I consider Tsunami a friend of mine, and it's going to be his year. I for one am going out and celebrating the year of the Fire Dog."
"It's not really the new year...that already happened." Mumbled Thursday.
Friday looked over. "Yeah, and the Chinese had a civilization about three-thousand years before Rome was even a pimple on a map. Now, if I knew all of you would be so gjoddamn gloomy about the idea of celebrating, I wouldn't have gotten sixteen guys to run this dragon costume, and a bunch of drummers and cymbal-playing guys to come out tonight. Or, maybe I would have, and just wouldn't have come over here!"

"I'll celebrate with ya." Said Monday, getting up from the couch.
"I ain't doin' nothin'." Tuesday mumbled, and got up himself.

Outside there was a clash of cymbal hitting the sidewalk, and crazy warning shouts. Suddenly, men ran in from outside. The put down their instruments, and adopted martial-arts postures.

"What?" Asked Friday.
"Ninja!" Shouted a drummer.

Friday dropped the dragon-head, and looked out. "Ahh, the Japanese, traditional enemy of the Chinese."
Then a cymbal player flew through the room backwards, and came to rest unconscious against the couch. A flurry of sounds entered through the door. Then the remaining musicians fell back into the room. The last cymbal player was busy using his instruments to fend off throwing stars that rang off with loud clangs.
"I hate Ninjas" Said Thursday getting up.

And with that, the twenty-or-so occupants of the room were confronted with a likewise number of pajama-clad foes. A massive hand-to-hand combat broke out! A drummer used a big drum as a shield to stop three throwing-stars coming towards Wednesday! A Ninja cut down a hapless dragon-costumed fellow, before he came across another cymbal player, who deftly blocked a samurai-sword with his copper shields. Fists flew, kicks lashed out, strange objects were used as weapons. A telephone handset cracked a ninja on the head - a remote control was jammed into and down another ninja's mouth - a set of keys ripped off a nose - A back issue of Vanity-Fair was rolled up and shoved into another's eye! Tables broke, eazy-chairs were thrown, a cymbal came out of nowhere to slice across a throat. A jar full of pennies smashed across another's head.

The Weekdays were not idle while all this went down. Tuesday had grabbed the phone and used it's cord to begin strangling one, until another came to his help, a sword swinging down. Tuesday spun the strangling Ninja at the other like a shield. It worked. Not so well for the near-strangled Ninja, but still. On the other side of the room, Friday fought off three with a phone book, a throwing star embedded in it, altho it was rapidly being cut apart by swords. Then Wednesday picked up the teevee and smashed it over the head of one of Friday's attackers. The other's looked back, and Friday swung the throwing star embedded in the phone book across the throats of the other two. Red spurts splattered the walls as they fell. Monday held a cracked coffee table, in front of him were three unconscious or dead black-clad men. Tuesday was pinned in the closet, throwing wire hangars that arced crazily through the air at tremendous speed, until his attackers realized, they were the only ones left.

Three black-clad shadows rushed out of the place, followed by glasses, cymbals, and small statue figurines.

"Damn." Said Tuesday from the closet. The rest of them looked around at the carnage.
"Yeah" Mumbled Wednesday.

"So whaddaya say we go out now?" Said Friday to the stunned, and victorious crowd.
There was a tepid response.
"Yeah."
"I mean it. Something good is on the way. Fjuck! They tried to stop it! Anything good always has something trying to stop it. No?"
"YEAH!" The response was much better this time.
"All right then!"

Friday began ushering people past the bodies of the ninja's, and slapped his hand on the hump of Wednesday's back. Wednesday looked back to see a funny look on Friday's face.
"What?" He asked.
"One, thanks for the teevee move, that was cool."
"No Prob." Said Wednesday.
"Second, don't ever say Tsunami's a sellout. I'll be the one to let you know when that happens."
"Oh. Right."

Happy Friday