Pearoast!
Many years ago I taught myself to read and write in runes. What can I say- I was bored, and thought it would be cool.

The best part of that was when I went to a Renaissance Faire. Runes are a very popular decorating motif at those, and it amused me to decipher them- most of the time they were gibberish, but sometimes there would be meaning to them.

I went to one booth that sold rings with runes engraved in them, and studied them for a moment before concluding that they were a random jumble of characters. I moved on to inspect something else, and as I did so a pudgy, pasty ginger kid in his early twenties approached and said in a hushed voice to the woman behind the counter, "What do the runes say?"

"They say everything and nothing," the pretty little brunette replied. "They spell out no words known to man, yet each rune has its own meaning..." She continued on like this for a minute or two, with the kid hanging on her every word as though she were telling him the secret spell that would win him Deanna Troi's heart.

As she paused I sidled up next to the geek and said in a conspiratorial voice, "Don't believe her- they copied some graffitti off an old Irish boulder. It really says 'Sean smells of cheese'."

The woman burst out laughing and the kid looked at me like I had seven antlers. When she could stop laughing she said, "You know, a lot of the time I'll tell people that they say 'You're about to be struck by lightning, so please hold my cheese sandwich.'"

Together we intoned, "Behold the power of cheese!"

I thought the kid was about to have a stroke...
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Fri 13 Jan 2012, 0:41, 1 reply)

It's in the cheese...
...It's coming...
(kingnutter, Fri 13 Jan 2012, 13:16, closed)