YSaC, Vol. 507: There is absolutely nothing you can name like the frame.
2009 December 6
Elegant Art Frame
This beautiful art frame had been received several compliments. It will not only enlighted your home but also delighted your guest. Please let it be viewed. Thanks.
This certainly will has been a beautiful frame, wouldn’t you have said? It were to have been quite well admired. I am certain it having been to be a fine addition to any decor.
Clearly, this frame can having belonged to only one person:
Thanks for the post, metodden!
My home is an existentialist and is already enlightened. Thank you for the offer though.
But you can ONLY viewed it. It was not for sale and it was not given away for free. It was only viewed for your enlightened.
Wow, my guests were delighted! They had given several complimented.
I’m jealous, Mimi – is it a Kierke guardhouse?
(Hat tip to kelli.)
I will have viewing the frame right before yesterday when I will exchange eye contacts and after tomorrow when I have mocked bad punctuation. When I was will viewed the frame, I will thought it isn’t impressing after all.
Some people have a way with words. Others not. Have. Way.
The problem with time travel is you never really know when you will be and when you have been.
I used to own this very frame (and I do mean very frame). Only I misplaced it back in time before my DeLorean broke down. Couldn’t figure any way to generate the 1.21 Gigawatts (pronounced Jigga-watts) necessary to return both myself and the frame back to the present. I was able to procure 1.17 Gigawatts from a Mongolian cattle trader which proved to be sufficient to return me and one pissed-off steer to the present, but alas not quite enough to get this frame back with me. It had to return on its own by the usual method commonly known as “the passage of time.”
I don’t seem to recall ever having it in the future, though.
I used to see this lady who had some really pronounced jigga-watts.
Too bad she wasn’t around with you and your cattle trader. Maybe you’d still have the very frame today.
I forgot to mention why the steer was so pissed-off. There weren’t many choices for places to install the requisite flux-capacitor.
Aaand that was when Ed invented power steering.
I think it got destroyed in the distant future when the Romulan guy came back from the really distant future and blew up Vulcan and made the new guy Capt. Kirk.
Oh, um, spoiler alert…
Nice, Bianchi. For future reference, the alert goes BEFORE the Spoiler. 8/ *grumbles quietly in the corner about darn new-age trekkies*
Rosebud was his -spoiler alert- SLED.
Oh, I get it!
Dear Sir or Madam,
Brightly, brightly and with great beauty would I love to display your frame! With happiness and much delight will my guests observe it!
Please verify that you will remove the depiction of agricultural products sacrilegeously besmirching this delightsome frame prior to shipping. Your foul flowers and phallic fruits must fall! All hail the frame and praise it with great praise!
Makes you wonder what the “several compliments” could possibly have been.
“I be delighted on only produced a minor amount of mouth vomit.”
“Upon viewing, I am having been enlighted in not having gouging out my eyes with a dinner fork.”
“This having been not worse than Thomas Kinkade.”
Nothing is worse than Thomas Kinkade.
I second that sentiment.
i third that. and raise you a couple pics of those big-eyed kids and a slightly used sample of poker-playing doggies.
I will have been in agreement with all completeness.
Nothing?
What about this? http://www.yousuckatcraigslist.com/?p=3554
Or this? http://www.yousuckatcraigslist.com/?p=3544
Or even this? http://www.yousuckatcraigslist.com/?p=3468
And yet thousands of people continue to buy them as an investment, not realizing that there are thousands of them for people to buy. They make my eyes hurt.
I had to google Thomas Kinkade, and now i need eye-bleach. Ugh.
Frankly, I’d rather – if forced to choose – put dogs playing poker up in my home instead of T. Kinkade. Maybe it’s because my friends would know I was kidding.
I dated a guy in high school whose step mom would go out every Friday and buy a new Thomas Kincade, then his dad, step mom and older sister would sit around for the rest of the weekend drinking wine and trying to find all the hidden initials.
The worst thing was that they were originals, and very expensive, and once they found all the initials they would just stick them in the basement. Yes, its better than hanging them on the wall where I would have had to see them, but what a waste of money. Hadn’t they every heard of Where’s Waldo?
Oh, god, I hate Thomas Kinkade! It’s horrible, being an artist from Placerville, Thomas Kinkade’s hometown, people always expect me to just love his work. Why did you have to bring him up!? Haha
I understand how everyone is falling over themselves coming up with funny variations mocking the weird verb play in the comments, and I’ll admit it provides hours of entertainment for the whole family, but the line that really kills me is ‘Please let it be viewed‘ – I dunno, that just makes giggle like a demented baboon.
DervishHeart, I totally agree. My first response was to come up with a new version of Let It Be, but it was too early for filking. I’ll check back later. Unless I already did.
When you have a painting needing framing
and you’d like some compliments received
Take a look at craigslist
Let It Be… Viewed
It may be a still life
with blue flowers and a bunch of fruit
Guests will be delighted
Let It Be… Viewed
Let It Be… Viewed
Let It Be… Viewed
Let It Be… Viewed
Let It Be… Viewed
Your home will be enlighted
Let It Be… Viewed
Okay, you have redeemed thyself mightily.
Sorry I moved on your idea. I guess you can still go, um, filk yourself.
And the Lord spoke unto them saying “LET IT BE VIEWED”.
And lo, their homes were enlighted.
At Regretsy, they say “to be viewed in a room.”
Yay for time travel!
Really I just wanted to share that I’ve gotten so used to the +1 button here that I look for it on other blogs when I see a particularly good comment. Yet another step in your march to world domination.
all my + buttons have vanished so I cannot vote, much as I would like to. I think that the gremlins from CL proper have inflitrated my machine and are trying to wreck my love-affair with YSaC. THEY WILL NOT SUCCEED!
UPDATE! the + have returned – hurrah!
Personally David Tennant is THE BEST EVER Dr Who. Sad that he’s leaving at the end of this year, glad that he’s moving on. His Hamlet was probably the best I’ve seen (panic not ye from other countries, it is being recorded and will be broadcast / out on DVD in early 2010) helped immensely by Patrick Stewart as Claudius.
If it didn’t belong to Dr. Who, then my vote is for Colonel Next of the Chronoguard, Tuesday Next’s father. Second suggestion: random lumps from the Text Sea.
We need a new tag: Engrish Craigslist.
I love engrish! There are quite a few engrish listings in my local area (being largely a Somali community). I think that we’re a little too PC here to regularly mock engrish, sadly. It’s a lovely interjection every once in a while, though xD
Awesome! All of my ads today are for different pinkeye cures thanks to yesterday’s listing. “Don’t let the doctor swindle you out of your money! Home remedies for pinkeye” Yeah, that sounds reliable.
One “home cure” for pinkeye is to put a little urine in there. Seriously. I worked with an Indonesian girl who told me this.
Breastmilk is a common cure for eye infections in many cultures–fresh, it has lots of antimicrobial properties. Beats pee in the eye!
This is my new favorite simply because of Tom Baker.
I imagine this is what it sounds like when I try to speak Spanish, having never mastered the future and past tenses (or the way things are phrased.) I say things like, “If you are able, to me be calling tomorrow another time.”
One of my coworkers once said my Spanglish was “cute.” (I now realize it was lucky that she wasn’t holding a fork, or her eardrums might have suffered greatly.)
And Tom Baker was, is, and always will be the Doctor to me.
So we speak the same version of Spanish then?
Like this I do. Yoda would much enjoy this in Yoda home. It would get many views and appreciations.
Shouldn’t the title be something more like, “There will is absolutely nothing you had could named like the frame?”
There is nothing like a frame
Nothing in the world
There is nothing you can name
That is anything like a frame.
We are SOOOO geeky! Broadway Musicals and Sci Fi featuring DeLoreans. How great is that!
You took the words right out of my mouth!
The great thing about owning Dr. Who’s picture frame is that it is so much bigger on the inside. You can hang a football field’s worth of posters/paintings/pictures inside this one small in appearance frame.
To whomever posted this Craig’s list ad all I can say is “Exterminate! Exterminate!”
OMG it’s the perfect frame for the size-changing lion!
(Or is it not a lion?)
I see I missed all the fun again? Damn Christmas planning, shopping, visiting etc, when will it all end? arrrgghhhhh!
Ok, I need more coffee clearly
Of course, as this listing featured THE Doctor Who (Tom Baker will always have been the best) I had to check the comments. Great stuff guys, I laughed so hard my family asked if I was alright.
P.S. All David Tennant groupies, fear not I love him too, but childhood memories of the man who started our own fascination with Timey wimey wibbly wobbly entertainment will always hold the place of honor in our hearts. Both of them.
Couldn’t agree more Kat,
I’ve enjoyed watching Tennant too, but he can’t beat Tom in my affections as he was MY Doctor too. I met him a little over a year ago, had a pic taken with him and got a signed photo to bring home too.
According to my other half, as soon as I walked away from the table I immediately changed from a seemingly sensible 40 something, who had chatted politely etc, into a giggling fan girl who kept waving a photo at him saying things like “I got one” “look” etc.
I’m sure he was exaggerating though. *goes slightly pink in the face*
Clearly this ad is made (willan on-maken) whilst the author travels (willing travelen) through time with the intention of becoming his or her own mother or father. (It’s a very close family.) All quite obvious, isn’t it?