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| Topic Started: Dec 1 2010, 04:00 AM (277 Views) | |
| Spectacor | Dec 1 2010, 04:00 AM Post #1 |
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The Lazarene Gazette - November 30th, 2010 Merry Christmas ![]() It is that time of year again, the day that gets accountants excited, shop owners ecstatic, and credit cards overflowing, that's right it's Christmas. Every time this time of year, people young and old, of many religious or ethnic backgrounds will take part in celebration of the end of this year and beginning of hopefully a promising and happy new one. Perhaps you will get the presents you like under your tree or get absolutely what you don't and spend your Christmas annoyed or upset, perhaps you are spending overseas on a nice vacation, or maybe you just like to stay at home with family or go to church and celebrate the life of Christ, or more than likely just enjoy the season, the snow and the sun, before getting back into things in the new year and our dull, exciting, annoying, playful lives. Twas the Night before Christmas Poem T'was the night before Christmas, when all thro' the forums Not a spammer was stirring, not even a troll; The stockings were hung by WA resolution with care, In the hopes that St. Nicholas soon would commend there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of next years issues danc'd in their heads, And Max Barry in her smashing dress, and I on my keys, Had just addressed the issue, a first prize beaut'y When out on the net there arose such a clatter, I sprang from 4chan to see what was the matter. Crash went the windows, I'd seen it was flash Tore open the shutters and threw up like that. The mount on the best of the new tv show Gave the feeling of warmth to kitteh below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer. With a little old worm, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be a cruel trick. More rapid than google his changes came, And he added, and removed, and called them by name! "Now Dasher.dll! now, Dancer. dll! now, Prancer.dll! and Vixen.dll! On, Comet.dll! On, Cupid.dll! on, on Donner.dll and Blitzen.dll! To the top of the folder! To the top of them all! Now copy away! Copy away! Copy away all!" As crap movies that before the tomato fly, When they meet with a good review, mount to the sky. So up to the mail list the spam letter's they flew, With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the screen The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the firewall St Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in code, from his header to his footer, And his files were all coated with java and flash. A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a zip file, just opening his pack. His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow. The stump of a registry he held tight in his exe, And the black it encircled his head like an ex. He had a broad font, a little bit silly, That shook the screen when I clicked, like an earthquake on telly! He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old help, And I laughed when I saw his programmer, in spite of myself! A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And fixed all the files, then turned out not a jerk. And laying a txt file aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the firewall his program rose! He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I read on the file, 'ere he drove out of sight, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!" Best wishes for a new year! ![]() Best wishes from everyone in Lazarus for a great new year, and a fun time all round! ![]() Editor: Athanasius |
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Spectacor of No where in particular these days (Not a region, so don't waste your time looking) -Retired -ish
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| Naivetry | Dec 1 2010, 04:57 AM Post #2 |
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Spammer
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Thanks for the update - love the poem.
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| Spectacor | Dec 1 2010, 07:19 AM Post #3 |
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Browncoat
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Athy's a clever one.
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Spectacor of No where in particular these days (Not a region, so don't waste your time looking) -Retired -ish
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| Joshua | Dec 1 2010, 08:27 PM Post #4 |
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Love Child
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I figured the cleverness did not originate from you. :love: |
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| sedge | Dec 1 2010, 09:00 PM Post #5 |
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Admin Slave
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At least he knows his limitations
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