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[02 Jul 2004|02:37pm]

There's only two things I hate in this world Gentlemen: people who show ignorance and intolerance of the culture belonging to other nations and peoples, and the Dutch.
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[02 Jun 2004|10:52am]

Gentlemen! It transpires that a strange Heretic sect in the Puritan lands is being troubled by a Sea Serpent. Such a beast, pickled in formaldehyde would make a remarkable exhibit at the next Society meeting. Sir jazzyjay — do you still have contact with that tribe of Rüs Whalers that made you their King back in 1679?
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[25 May 2004|12:25pm]


My congratulations Lord hawk_eye! I see that your latest periodical has been released to a market that sits with breaches on the edge of their chaise-lounge!

Would it be possible to a get a regular editon sent to the Society headquarters?
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[17 Mar 2004|05:26pm]

And this, dear Gentlemen, is why the Dutch will be clogging the dyke of history before you can say gouda!


Stupid, stupid race.
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A simple Question gentlemen [17 Feb 2004|05:39pm]


Some amateur astronomers from the Colonies have discovered a rather fascinating little bauble — a 10-billion-trillion-trillion-carat diamond imbedded into the heart of a collapsing sun.
I've received a missive from Young Catherine the Great, offering a reward of her own body weight in Silverware to any man who can get it for her.
All I ask is this — are the Aether ships ready for travel?
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A Journal - [11 Feb 2004|12:29pm]

Being an Account of Sgt Robbie, of Her Royal Majesty's Expeditionary Force's Journey to SiamCollapse )
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jesus fuck! [27 Jan 2004|03:25pm]

The boredom is killing me gentlemen! Please someone initiate a fucking discussion!!
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Gentlemen!! [19 Jan 2004|02:14pm]

Perhaps a field trip is in order for the Society, hmmmm?

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Gentlemen! [08 Jan 2004|12:30pm]

Gentlemen, I fear that the recent passing of the year has left us in some sad form of malaise. Never have these hallowed halls rung so hollow of sound and fury. Where are the suppositions? The declamations? The strident catcalls of thesis, antithesis and synthesis? Have we catalgued the world? Nay! Have we torn open the very fundament of existence, pinned it to a board and screamed "here! Here are all the answers"? Again, I say NAY! The gentle art of Natural Philosophy still has so much to give and so much to take, Gentlemen and thus I call us all to arms! What need have we of sleep and rest when the very Universe itself cries out for our understanding and research!
And thus, in the spirit of this learning, in the quest of this Knowledge, I pose this to you, my brothers in scholarship, my eminent, imminent, emanant and, indeed, immanent colleagues:
Just what is it with women anyway?
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[31 Dec 2003|06:41pm]

MY dear fellow members. As we approach the 4 year post the apocalypse -- which does seem to be progressing much slower than my initial calculations may have suggested -- may I say only this:
"Last one to Tavern is sulphurous ovum!"
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Well I shay [25 Dec 2003|07:42pm]

[ mood | amused ]

I shay good morn, gentlemen, sho I do; and sho I should, ash one who ish but new to this group of gentlemen, shientishtsh and alaround general whatshname.-.yesh. Allow me to introducsh myshellf. {inclines head in nonchalant manner} My name is Earl Endeavour Mimshy-Moore, quite a long name ash far ash names go, of coursh, people think that my firsht name ish Endeavour and my title ish Earl.-.amushing, yesh, shomewhat embarashin for shaid shcoundrel alsho when I point out to him that on the invite card it shpecifically shtates that Earl ish my Firsht name, my title ish Marquish (shome damned french title of shome short, mother thought it wash important, moshtly took to it jusht sho my blackguard of a younger coushin couldn't get it) But I digressh, rather alarmingly I imagine.
Where wash I?
Oh yesh, hehem, I am delighted that my eshteemed hosht hash allowed me to join thish jolly gathering, ash I find the convershashion highly intereshtin and would like to put forward shome of my own ideash. I am fashcinated with the way the human body worksh (hencshe my interesht in any experimentsh to be done in connection with that wonderful brain that hash been obtained, ish there any more word on how that progresshessh?) In any cashe, I've begun to looshe the train of though I wash having, posshibly due to thish devilishly fine congiac that sheemsh to have made itsh way from shome french relative or another (damned if I know who)
The besht of the Michaelmassh and Chrishtmash sheashon to you all.

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Ah Gentlemen [18 Dec 2003|05:05pm]

I feel myself afflicted by the French Disease. Nay, not the pox, but Ennui. Normally I find a small does of mercury followed by a solid 5 minutes of bile purging to be most efficatious in the treatment of these moments of malaise, but alas, to now avail. Does anyone have a suggestion for a nostrum that might ease my inner turmoil.
As quite another matter, I noticed that a Chemyst has made use of Young Berners-Lee's InterWeb to publicise a patent medication known as Alcodol. I've purchase a doe and shall be submitting it to rigourous testing on this Saturn's Day Eve. I'll be sure to report my findings back to the society in detail.
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Violated Gentlemen! [16 Dec 2003|11:05am]

I feel absoluted violated Gentlemen! I have just learned that — no doubt through that dark Belgian art of Burglary! — my personal notes, my personal thoughts, indeed my daily record of my most intimated moments, has been placed up on young Master Berners-Lee's InterWeb!
God's Wounds, Gentlemen! Available to all who and sundry who can follow the InformationMews to http://www.pepysdiary.com — my private moments!
I realise that the Charter of the Royal Society has never included the taking up and wielding of arms, but surely you will stand with me against this affront?!
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Gentlemen [12 Dec 2003|02:56pm]

Weather has, as is it's wont, prohibited me from performing a small experiment I had designed, hopefully to prove that 100 pidgeons lashed together can lift a man to height of 150yards before their wings tear off.
Thus, I grow bored.
My fellow society members — entertain me?
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So [11 Dec 2003|12:32pm]

Who wants to shoot themselves to the moon in a cannon?
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[11 Dec 2003|12:24pm]

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