Monty Python: the Rosetta Stone of Modern Geek Culture.
One of the things you notice in Blogdom, is the preponderance of geeks. I know this comes as a surprise to some, but it is true.
Now, I don’t mean just computer geeks, though there are plenty of those, I mean geeks in general. Law geeks. Gun geeks. Law/gun geeks. Food geeks. Stereo geeks. Cigar geeks. Sports geeks. Fishing geeks. Hunting geeks. Lacrosse geeks. Snowmobile geeks.
What is amazing about these geeks, coming, as they do from every walk of life, every social and political divide, is that they all speak a common language. Python.
yes, bring thirty assorted geeks into a room, with no overlapping geekiness between them, and they won’t say a word to each other, until someone says “ni!”
then, you have a riot on your hands. At least four will begin to prance around on imaginary horses while others pair off to do the Parrot sketch. one person will be grumbling about how he doesn’t want to go on the cart, and another will be yelling “bring out your dead” while a group of four will find a cat and try to confuse it.
When the archaeologists of the next mllennia dig up our remains to study, they’ll find a knight in armor with a rubber chicken, and wonder what it means.
We’ll know.
UPDATE: How on EARTH could I post about Python without linking to Dennis the peasant and his fine “axis of asshole” contest.
Of course, I was repressing him.
46 comments Og | Uncategorized
It’s only a flesh wound! Come back here a fight like a man!
Damn thing is blocking me again.
Gotcha covered, Dick. Like a Jimmy Hat. I inadvertently banned ALL OF BLOGSPOT again, like a fucktard.
LOL! Run away! Run away!
M
Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?
What IS the speed velocity of an unladen swallow, anyway?
Jenny
your humble TubaDiva
You should always look on the bright side of life.
Is that a European swallow or an African swallow?
Now, launcelot, galahad and i, wait until nightfall, the leap out of the rabbit, taking the french not only by surprise, but completely unaware!
Consult the Book of Armaments!
and the Lord did grin, and the people did feast upon the lambs, and sloths, and fruitbats, and anchovies, and breakfast cereals, and orangoutangs
How do you know he’s a king?
He doesn’t got shit all over him.
Yes, run …er…”go” away, or I shall taunt you a second tiii–muh!
(Gads. It’s so true, I must admit. Pwned!)
d’oh. Fergot to put my name. It didn’t prompt me, though…
Always look on the bright side of life….
Wink, wink…nudge, nudge, know what I mean? A wink is as good as a nudge to a blind bat.
LOL, I think I got that backwards.
I’m being opressed!!!!
Or is it “repressed”?
I had to LOL on this one. Woke up the old woman as well. I hate to admit it, but I’m a gun/politics geek, & I DID manage to save the two halves of the last coconut I bought….
::sigh::
I fart in your general direction!
My nipples explode with delight!
Oh, what sad times are these when passing ruffians can say Ni at will to old ladies.
I’ve told you once.
You MUST go see Spamalot when it comes back to Chicago. It’s Python set to music. Classic!
(Run away! Run away!)
Come back you yellow bastard! I’ll bite your legs off!
ALBATROSS!
Spam..spam…spam…spam
And, has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
Could I get the spam,eggs, and spam with no spam please?
I’ll have your spam. I’m having spam spam spam spam spam and spam!
Wednesday’s Roundup of Mediocrity
There be mediocrity all over the blogidohexiweb.
Larry says the voices may be right.
Pile On® is pudding blogging.
Sadie discusses the oddness of blogging.
Rachel reminds taht Seventeen years ago today, Pan Am Flight 103 exploded over Lockerbie, Scot…
There’s a penguin on the telly.
FOOM!
Og, I do believe you have hit upon one of the Essential Troofs of Bloggy Life.
Python geeks, all of us. But what did you expect?
[Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition…]
Dunnn…duhhhhhn…duhhnnnnn!
Amongst our weaponry are such diverse elements as: fear, surprise, ruthless efficiency, an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope, and nice red uniforms
Fetch: the COMFY CHAIR!!
Maybe he’s just sleeping. WAKE UP POLLY!!!
Dimsdale!
Brother Maynard, bring out the Holy Hand Grenade.
Armaments, chapter 2, verses 9 to 21.
And sir Antioch raised the hand grenade up on high saying. “O Lord, bless this, thy hand grenade, that with it, thou might blow thine enemy to tiny bits. In thy mercy. And the Lord did grin and the people did feast upon the lambs, and sloths and anchovies and orangutans and fruit bats and breakfast cereals and li-”
“Skip a bit brother”
“And the Lord spake saying, first shalt thou take out thy holy pin. Then shalt thou count to three. No more, no less. Three is the number of the counting, and the number of the counting is three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then preceed to three. Five is right out! Once the number three, being the third number, be reached. Then lobbeth thou thy holy grenade towards thy foe, who being naughty in my site, shall snuff it.” Amen
And now for something completely different. A man with a tape recorder up his nose.
I know you’re out there with your Damsons and prunes! Well, I’m ready for ya! I’ve wired meself up to two hundred tons of gelignite, and if any of you so much as makes a move, we’ll all go up together! What! That’s it! I warned ya! I warned ya!”
BOOOOOOOOM!
The previous comment, ladies and gentlemen, is the ultimate proof of my theorem.
We have lots of uber-geeks at my company (and I am one of them). I’ve decided that my first question during our next engineer interview is “What’s your favorite Monty Python sketch?” If he or she doesn’t have one, that will be a no vote for me.
An offbeat sense of humor is a survival factor in the high-tech industries….
BURMA!!!!
Now say someone attacks you with….a BANANA!
We did banannas last week.
“The Cheese Shop” skit is priceless!