If you haven’t read Terry Pratchett’s Hogfather may i recommend it for your December reading? The Discworld’s version of Father Christmas is missing presumed …dead? And someone else has stepped in to take hold of the reigns.
If you can’t figure out why someone would want to assassinate a rosy nosed, white whiskered, winter gift giver then read this book.
If you are puzzled why the Grim Reaper would then moonlight delivering presents to all the good boys and girls then read this book!
If you ever wondered why humanity puts such effort into making children believe in the Tooth Fairy, Bogeymen and a particular jolly, fat man when we all know they aren’t real… read this book. The ending blows your mind.
And on the morning of 25th December you must believe in the Fat Man otherwise… well, that would be telling!
If you ever question the depths of depravity available to you in Skyrim please refer to this story;
I am unable to finish the Thieves Guild quest because I accidentally killed an essential quest npc. Erikur in Solitude, you probably know him because his sister wont shut up about it. Erikur was the last quest giver I needed to become the master of the Thieves Guild. He is suppose to be essential, as in he cannot be killed ever because important npc is important.
‘So where is he?’ I hear you asking.
He is gone.
Gone into my characters tummy. You see, I was fooling around with the glorious weapon that is the Wabbajack and happened to turn Erikur into a sweetroll….and then I ate him. I ate Erikur. He’s gone forever. Into my tummy.
I glitched out a main questline because I turned a man into a sweetroll and then I c o n s u m e d h i m.
I’m just gonna go ahead and say it: this was the Wabbajack’s original purpose. It’s too perfect for Sheogorath not to have planned this.
Finding that one quote which would really fit into my essay on nuclear disaster, but realizing it’s from Battlestar Galactica… would it be acceptable to use this if I’ve already used a quote from a Batman comic ? Decisions, decisions…
Ok, but … why the hell is the show called Strictly Come Dancing ? I mean, what were people getting up to on the dance floor ?
Judge : “Greg, no, Greg, you can’t just start baking an Apfelstrudel on the floor, that’s not how this works !”
Judge : “Mildred this is not a knitting contest ! “
Judge : “Good grief, James, we’ve been through this before : hokey pokey = yes, hankey panky = NO! We just dance here, nothing more… DANCE, Okay ? Strictly dancing on the dancefloor !“
