Theme Week #2 Begins!

Before I get into the writing of my actual post, I would like to end theme week #1. And with a bang..ish. I was thinking about Blue Laws (or silly laws) that I could write about, but I couldn't choose one particular place. So instead, I looked up the top 100 dumbest laws in America. I chose a site that had them all in order already, but I didn't think I should copy and paste all 100. Instead, I will tell y'all of the top 20. *Dims the lights*. This is...The Top 20 Count Down!

1. It is illegal to drink beer out of a bucket while sitting on the curb-Illinois
2. It is illegal to fish in your pajamas-Illinois
3. It is illegal to hunt from an aircraft-Iowa
4. It is illegal to hunt whales-Kansas (it's funny because I doubt there are many whales in Kansas!)
5. It is illegal to carry an ice cream cone in your pocket-Kentucky
6. it is illegal for children to attend school with their breath smelling of wild onions-West Virginia
7. You can't kill a hedgehog you have as a pet with a green colored dagger-Vermont
8. It is considered an offense to push a live moose out of a moving airplane-Alaska (I know we already had this one!)
9. It is illegal to set a mouse trap without a hunting license-California
10. It is illegal to pile horse manure more than six feet high on a street corner-California
11. It is illegal to walk across the street on your hands-Connecticut
12. It is illegal to fart in a public place after 6:00 pm on Thursdays-Florida
13. It is illegal to tie a giraffe to a telephone pole or street lamp-Georgia (gosh darnit! We already had that too!)
14. It is illegal for a man to give his sweetheart a box of candy weighing less than fifty pounds-Idaho
15. It is illegal for a woman to drive a car unless her husband is waving a flag in front of it-Louisiana
16. It is illegal to take a lion to the movies-Maryland
17. It is illegal to deface a milk carton and is punishable by a $10 fine-Massachusetts
18. It is illegal to provide beer or other intoxicants to elephants-Missouri
19. It is illegal to slurp soup-New Jersey
20. It is illegal to greet each other by putting one's thumb on the nose and wiggling the fingers-New York

Haha. That was funny. Okay, and now theme week #2 starts. Goodness! Okey dokey then. I'm not  exactly sure what I'm supposed to do with this, but today we are starting our second theme week...like I already said. We will be having the Week of Awesome (this was proposed by Virgil). This means that each curly fry must choose a charity of choice (that's redundant, I know) and tell the others why it is so awesome. The charity of my choice that I have chosen to choose is called Compassion® or Releasing children from poverty Compassion in Jesus' Name. <--And no, there are no commas. I'm not allowed to get into the specifics with religion, so if you don't believe in Jesus, just ignore the "in Jesus' name" part. What this charity is is a  Christian organization that gives families a child to sponsor. My family's child's name is Sheuly. She is from northwest Bangladesh and her family only makes about $32 a month. Each month my family sends $17. This small amount of money allows her to go to school with real books, get more quality food, better quality buildings in the village, and, of course, the introduction of Christianity. Along with this, we send her letters every once in a while and she sends letters back. It is a great charity and I think more families should join to help the millions of children in poverty.

Today I am not feeling as chatty as normal. Especially since it is so purty outside and I don't feel like sitting in front of this computer any longer. Besides, there isn't much to write about anyway, so this is about it.

News Section:

• Starting today, instead of having what we learned today, we will be having the question of the day. I suppose you could choose one or the other depending on what is on your mind. The questions can be rhetorical like "What is the meaning of life?" or meant to be answered like "What is 1+1?" in which case they would be answered in the comments.
• This week (for realz this time) we will be having the official one-month anniversary of the 6LCF. This special anniversary post will be very special...and secret... All I can say is that it involves sock puppets.

My question for the day is not rhetorical. It is quite a good question I think, and that is:
Should a boy, even if he is going out with a girl already, not ask her to the school dance that just happens to be next week because they decided (over email or something) that they will go (they said "I guess" though) together, or should he still ask?

The End

P.S. I just noticed (when I wrote "The End") that I had written this entire post on the wrong blog...so I had to copy and paste all of it here.

I Like Things With One-Word Titles, but This isn't One of Them.

Hello everyone! Happy May 22nd, 2010. There will only be one May 22nd, 2010 --EVER!! --so make the most of this one. Unfortunately, I must do homework and study for finals today >.<; what a terrible way to spend a perfectly good May 22nd. Five of the 6LCF (Lynda couldn't go... she was there in spirit, though!) went to our local Target today to get pretty socks for a very special Curly Fries project. Together, we picked out socks for Lynda... I do hope she likes them. I paid for them. A whole 2 dollars. Generous, no?

Ooh!! People have been talking about this new posting toolbar all week, but I have yet to see it. It's shmancy! There are bullet points and everything!! (...wait, were there bullet points before? Hm...) (That part got highlighted in white and I can't figure out how to undo it >.>)
Today's post is going to be written in parts. I'm not sure how many parts there will be, but you can expect quite a few. If I spend an extended amount of time writing and not doing my homework, my sister (let's call her Katherine) will yell at me. And if there's one thing that will ruin my May 22nd, it's getting yelled at by Katherine. (Actually, it's already happened two or three times, but I don't want to make it four.) So, to appease Katherine, I shall write one part of the post, do some homework, then write some more, do more homework, and so on. We'll consider this little introduction the first part. I'm off to do my maths.
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And I'm back! I finished my maths homework - radicals are fun. When I checked the odd-numbered problems in the back of the textbook, half of them were wrong, but it's okay. Textbooks make mistakes. :) Unfortunately, my method of getting "Katherine" not to yell at me hath failed. She yelled at me when I was on my way upstairs (I'm not really sure why...), and then she came upstairs to ask me for help on some homework, which resulted in more yelling at me (because I was trying to explain that she had made a mistake in which number to substitute for "c" in the quadratic formula). Anyhow, enough about her. I probably need a good yelling at every once in awhile, anyways. Just maybe not every hour.

This week, I learned that there's cyanide in apple seeds. (xiy told me, and then this fact was confirmed by my dad, who knows everything.) I also learned why "chicken Parmesan" is called that even though the cheese on top of it isn't Parmesan - they bake Parmesan cheese into the breadcrumbs! That's why it tastes so good. Interesting, n'est-ce pas? (I learned the cheese fact from my French teacher. Madame Hdiamond gets off-topic easily; that's why we love her.) I also learned the pluperfect and future perfect tenses in Latin. That's four things... I learned a lot this week!

Because it's THEME WEEK, I have looked up a number of silly laws from my homeland of Great Britain, where the Great Brits live.

1.) A taxi driver must ask passengers if they are suffering from plague or smallpox.
2.) A bed may not by hung out of a window.
3.) Any boy under the age of 10 may not see a naked mannequin.
4.) Any person found breaking an egg at the sharp end will be sentenced to 24 hours in the village stocks.
5.) Any whale washed up on the shore is property of the Queen, so she can use its bones for her corset.
6.) All double-decker buses must be painted red.
7.) It is forbidden to ask a Scotsman what he wears under his kilt.
8.) It is illegal for any commoner's pet to have sex with a pet belonging to the monarch.
9.) It is illegal to die in the Houses of Parliament.
10.) All land must be left to the eldest son.

Speaking of England, I must now go do my English homework. (<- Unnecessary)
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...and the English homework is done! Actually, I still have an extra credit essay to write (because I'm an overachiever) that I think is due Friday... eh, I'll do it later. (<- Unnecessary)

So, let's see here. I had stuff that I was going to write about today, and it was all planned out in my head, but... oh yes! Another Harry Potter drabble!! It was written for a Mother's Day Challenge, and it's a wee bit corny, but that's what Mother's Day is for. Warning: involves awkward Harry/Ginny. He should have gotten with Luna.
P.S. This ended up being quite a bit longer than I originally intended. I apologize.

In my mind, when I was younger, I used to romantically compare Harry’s eyes to emeralds sparkling in the lamplight. Today, however, they look more like distant lakes glazed over with a thick layer of algae. I am tempted to dip my foot into the water and see was lies below, but there is no need. Tomorrow is the anniversary of his parents’ deaths, the first anniversary since he defeated Voldemort. He is thinking to himself, something he has been doing a great deal ever since the Battle.


We sit in silence, exchanging emotions in the place of words. I touch his hand; he takes it willingly in his own. I open my mouth to speak, and he does the same simultaneously.

“You first,” he murmurs.

“So…” I begin, not knowing what to say.

Suddenly, the door of my room swings open to reveal Ron, with his hand clamped over his eyes. “Put your clothes back on and come downstairs – we’re about to start Mum’s birthday dinner without you,” he says.

“We’re just sitting together, mate,” Harry says, his face turning pink as he does so.

“Yeah, for now.” Ron exits without another word, leaving Harry and me to have a few more words together before joining the madness that is the Weasley dinner table.


“The party’s waiting,” I say to him softly.

Downstairs, a feast like no other has been prepared by Dad and George. Mum is sitting at the head of the table, and every few seconds somebody has to push her back into her seat as she keeps trying to help set the silverware. Once we enter, the bustling seems to settle down and everybody takes their seats. Harry is grinning almost as wildly as Mum now. His eyes are lit up once again, just as they were in the days of our youth. As Mum looks around the table and beams at every family member in turn, her smile does not change when her gaze reaches the man who has jet black hair rather than ginger.

One at a time, we each offer a birthday toast. When it comes to Harry’s turn, he seems to be trembling, as if he’s not sure if he has the right to speak. I give him a small nudge, and he raises his wine glass.

“You’ve always been there for me when I’ve needed it – there for all of us – and, y’know, people say that I’m an orphan,” he gulps hesitantly, “but, it’s not true. You’ve been a mother to me in times when I’ve needed one most, so Molly… Mum… here’s to you.”

We clink glasses with one another and break into a very loud and out-of-tune chorus of "For She’s a Jolly Good Fellow.” As we sing, Mum and Harry’s eyes are locked in a loving gaze that can only be shared between a mother and son. A single tear of joy edges its way down her rosy-red cheeks.

Perhaps I can share her with one more person.

I warned you about the corny-ness. It's cornier than Boston Market cornbread.
I'm going to go do my Latin homework now. When I get back, I'm going to talk about the release of "The Necromancer" (siriusly? The swanky new toolbar doesn't have underlining?) and the awesomeness that is "The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel." Be excited. (<- Unnecessary)
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(Unnecessary ->) Latin homework is done. Yayy. Now, I shall write an excessive amount of words relating to the Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel. I would like to give you the option to skip over this next paragraph, but I'm not going to, because I actually really do want you to read it. I suppose I can't really stop you from just skimming it over, though. I have yet to perfect my mind-control skills. Warning: I might get just a little bit overexcited.

The Necromancer comes out on May 26th. Do you have any idea how soon that is? FOUR DAYS!! Ahhh!! You don't know what The Necromancer is? Well, I'm about to tell you. The Necromancer is Book Four of a six-part series called "The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel," which is possibly one of the best fantasy series of all time, coming in a close second after Harry Potter. It's actually a lot like Percy Jackson and the Olympians, only it's more true to the actual mythology, and it's better, especially in terms of plot. The first book, The Alchemyst, introduces a pair of twins (twins are awesome. Have I told you that I'm a twin? I don't think I have.) named Sophie and Josh, who may or may not be the "Twins of Legend." It's epic. The whole entire novel takes place over the timeframe of a matter of hours, and it's based on a variety of mythologies, especially focused on Norse, but also a lot of Greco-Roman and some Egyptian as well. The main character (besides the twins) is Nicholas Flamel, born in 1330. He's immortal, and he's been guardian of this really ancient book called the Codex for centuries - which is what keeps him and his wife alive, because it has the recipe for the Elixir of Life. Anywho, within the first ten pages of Book One, Dr. John Dee (also immortal) steals this book to give to his Dark Elder masters (the bad guys who want to destroy humanity and retake the world) and... the adventure begins. I won't give anything else away. Once again, the first book is called The Alchemyst. #2 is The Magician, #3 is The Sorceress, #4 is The Necromancer (which comes out in four days AHHHH) #5 is The Warlock (coming May 2011) and #6 is The Enchantress (Coming May 2012). You should honestly read these books, especially if you, like me, have an interest in mythology - or if you just like fantasy in general. Honestly, I'm so glad that these books started coming out after Harry Potter ended, or else I would have almost nothing to look forward to in life.

Going on and on about this amazing series, I haven't yet mentioned the author! Tsk, tsk. The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel is written by Michael Scott (no, not like from the Office) who is: 1) Irish, and therefore has an amazing accent 2) AWESOME. 3) really involved in the Flamel "fandom" - he answers almost every question that anybody asks (unless it involves spoilers), and he participates in the discussions on the Flamel forums (which you can find here) 4) AWESOME.

Speaking of books, I just finished a book called "The Greatest Knight" by Elizabeth Chadwick, and it was one of the best historical fiction novels I've ever read! It's set in the Middle Ages and it's about a knight named William Marshall (who was actually one of the characters in the Robin Hood movie that I talked about in my last post). The paragraphs are quite long (hehe, kind of like mine are sometimes), but it's very entertaining and fast-paced (most of the time), and a lot of the settings are places that I've been in England and France, which is cool, because I can picture those places in my head.

Okay, well I'm done rambling for the day. Have a nice week.

DFTBA,
PDBAZ,
Peace, Love, & Otters,

Virgil

P.S. I'm too lazy to edit this for grammar. House (and Momo!) can feel free to do so if she so pleases.(Done.)
P.P.S. I apologize for the very long post. I guess I'm making up for last week's very short post.

"Nerdfighting" is Totally a Proper Verb

"Because of [N]erdfighting, I have finally found the courage to seek a Great Perhaps." - An Anonymous Nerdfighter
Hello ^_^

Part I: Strange Alaskan Laws
cIf you are in Alaska:
Moose may not be viewed from an airplane.
While it is legal to shoot bears, waking a sleeping bear for the purpose of taking a photograph is prohibited.
(In certain cities of Alaska:)
It is considered an offense to push a live moose out of a moving airplane.
No one may tie their pet dog to the roof of a car.
It is illegal to string a wire across any road. (Heh ^_^)
Persons may not live in a trailer as it is being hauled across the city.
It is considered an offense to feed alcoholic beverages to a moose.
A person may only carry a concealed slingshot if that person has received the appropriate license.
Moose may not... ah, "do it" in the streets.

(Kay, we'll stop right there....)

Part II: National Geographic Centerfold Posters = Love

So we were in Science today. We looked up and saw a rather large blob of yellow on the bookshelf in the back of the room, which was a cause for great excitement, of course, since this great big mass of yellow was a ginormous collection of National Geographics from around 1997 to 2000. When we flipped through one of them, we realized that there was a MAGNIFICENT POSTER* in the middle!! So we then flipped through all the other issues, searching for more MAGNIFICENT POSTERS, until we managed to find allllll of them. Then we laid them out on the table, divvied them up. (Some of them that we received: a map of ancient Rome [Momo], buried treasures [Lynda], biodiversity [xiy], physical science [Carrie], and the universe [House]) And now wherever we choose to hang them up (Momo hung hers up in her room above her bed. It looks pretty jokes** ^_^)

Part III: ... I Think That's About It....

... aaand, yeah... that's pretty much it. Kbai. (Sorry about the rather short post- *Pauses* *Gasp!*)

That is not it!
What I have learned[/realized/decided] today: If I were to ever have a getaway horse, I would name him/her/it Trixie. And he'd/she'd/it'd be a really awesome horsie.

Okay, now bye. Like, for real.

With all due respect,
House

*[Yeah, pulling a Cooking teacher one on ya.]

**[In Nerdfighterspeak, "jokes" means "cool".]

xoxoxoxo

6LCF

Wacky Ways of Washington

Helllloooo people!

Today, is Thursday, my day. How cool is that? Since today is a theme week, I will be posting about the strange and wacky laws of Washington!

In WASHINGTON...

1. All lollipops are banned.

2.When two trains come to a crossing, neither shall go until the other has passed. (Does that make sense?)

3. It is mandatory for a motorist with criminal intentions to stop at the city limits and telephone the chief of police as he is entering the town (Which basically means, if you're about to commit a crime, please call the police before coming into the area. This was meant to curb the loads of criminal acts commited...Obviously, it didn't work)

4. It is illegal to pretend that one's parents are rich. 

5. Women who sit on men's laps on buses or trains without placing a pillow between them face an automatic six-month jail term. 

6. You may not ride an ugly horse.

7.It is illegal to attach a vending machine to a utility pole without prior consent from the utility company.

8.  All motor vehicles must be preceded by a man carrying a red flag (daytime) or a red lantern (nighttime) fifty feet in front of said vehicle.

 9. All "motor vehicles" to carry an anchor to be used as the emergency brake.

10. A man may be looking at five years of jail time for "deflowering" a virgin. This is against the law regardless of the woman's age or marital status.

*Cue action theme-song* I'm on a mission...

Why, hello there! Sorry about the title; I actually did come up with a mission today. Unfortunately, I cannot tell you what it is. :) Maybe one day... one fine day. But anyways, I messed up my finger yesterday... and now my typing is messed up. For the time being I'm not able to do a number of things (i.e.: type, play flute, participate in gym class, etc...) It really is not fun. So for the record, never ever play handball. Ever. Please promise me that you will not go and try handball because you may end up like me. Oh wait, you'll probably survive. I'm just such a dork, I get hurt in regular everyday activities (ie: turning corners, participating in gym, etc...) Still, be cautious, young ones... be cautious.

Hey! Ho! Lookie here! It's THEME WEEK! And as you may have read in previous posts, this week's theme is Blue Laws. *goes on Google to look up 10 blue laws to share with you* (and I get interrupted ...Hi House... and Momo. Thanks for IMing me while I'm posting. I promise I did not mean that in an annoyed tone.) But back on track...

Ten incredibly outrageous things that are illegal in Massachusetts (AKA- 10 blue laws in MA):

[Teehee, I'm using Roman numerals!]

I. It is illegal to give beer to hospital patients.

II. At a wake, mourners may not eat more than 3 sandwiches.

III. Snoring is prohibited unless all bedroom windows are closed and securely locked.

IV. An old ordinance declares goatees illegal unless you first pay a special license fee for the privilege of wearing one in public.

V. Taxi drivers are prohibited from making love in the front seat of their taxi during their shifts.

VI. It is illegal to go to bed without having a full bath first.

VII. No gorilla is allowed in the back seat of any car.

VIII. Tomatoes may not be used in the production of clam chowder.

IX. Quakers and witches are banned.

X. Children may smoke, but are not allowed to purchase cigarettes. (I really don't like the first part of this law... smoking is bad and kills you. Doesn't MA love its children?)

Well, that was amusing, wasn't it? Much more amusing than my usual ramble. 'Tis all for now. DFTBA! ♥

Smiles, hugs, and lots of love,

Carrie

Blue Laws

Whoa... This new posting thing is so cool...wow...
*ahem* Anyway, today's the first day of the first official Six Little Curly Fries theme week! From an agreement reached in the comments section of the previous post, the curly fries have decided to tell you wonderful readers about blue laws this week. So go get your food and drink from the Tower (look, it's a lovely neon black color today!), and sit down and listen to me ramble on.
So. A "blue law" is a law generally found in the United States that were originally supposed to enforce various religious standards; most of them were about alcohol and Sundays, though not necessarily together. Some say that blue laws are called blue laws because they were originally printed on blue paper. However, that has never been proven. Most blue laws have been declared unconstitutional or just left unenforced.
...Hmm. I just Googled "blue laws," and apparently a real blue law is just any law regarding drinking/gossiping/"sinful" behavior done on Sundays, though my US History teacher said that a "blue law" is just any unenforced silly law. So, in order to keep you readers interested, I will go with the latter definition (if you want to hear about the colonial blue laws and/or legal drinking times, or just background stuff on *real blue laws*, please leave a comment and I or another curly fry will do a post on it).
Y'know what? Just to clear up confusion, we could call these laws "silly laws." Whether they're *blue* or not, they're still funny and interesting, and I'm all about keeping you guys interested (whether I do a good job is another matter entirely). People, please vote on the naming--should we stick with "blue laws," or change it to "silly laws"?
[Basically, that last paragraph was a disclaimer; I don't want people--i.e., legal buffs--telling me I don't know what the heck I'm talking about. Maybe I do, maybe I don't; the laws are still real, even if they're not blue laws.]
Here goes:
1) In Maine, a law says that people are required to take shotguns to church in case of a Native American attack.
2) In Watersboro, Maine, it is illegal to have a dog leash over eight feet long.
3) Men with shaved chests are not allowed to run around in Omaha, Nebraska.
4) In Colorado, one is not allowed to mutilate a rock in a state park.
5) Throwing missiles at cars is illegal in Alamosa, Colorado (gee, I never knew that!).
6) Women must get permission from their husbands in order to wear false teeth in Vermont.
7) It is also illegal in Vermont to tie a giraffe to a telephone pole.
8) In Akron, Ohio, it is illegal to sell colored chickens.
9) In Indiana, the value of pi is, by law, 3.
10) In Florida, if an elephant is left tied to a parking meter, the parking fee has to be paid just as it would for a vehicle.

I think ten laws is enough for one day. Don't worry; Carrie, Lynda, House, Virgil, and Momo will all be posting blue/silly laws for you wonderful readers.


Lastly, I would like to end with a poem. It is "Ode," by Arthur O'Shaughnessy, and it's probably (1) the most epic poem ever, (2) one of the few pieces of poetry I really, really love, (3) EPICNESS INCARNATE, and (4) Just awesome.
If you hate the poem, it's okay; I'll accept that. I like to think of myself as very open to people's opinions. ^.^
Oh, and by the way, apparently there is an abridged version of the poem (three stanzas) and then there's the entire poem (nine stanzas). I'll just be posting the abridged one because I don't want this post to be too long; it's long enough already.

Ode
Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy

We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamer of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.

With wonderful deathless ditties,
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down.

We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth. 

See you guys next week!
-xiy