He looks as if he knew a great deal that can never be any use to him

[sovay]

Signs of Incipient Geekdom #1381: A friend signs an e-mail "SC" and your first thought is, "Who signs an e-mail 'scilicet'?"

I suppose it should follow without saying that I spent this afternoon researching Roman laws on citizenship and resident aliens for no project of my own, except that someone asked me a question to which I did not know the answer and I was curious. The process turned out to involve rather more Cicero than I had bargained for. Why does no one ever ask me questions that involve rather more Anakreon, or Lucan, or even Lykophron?

Miniver coughed, and called it fate,
And kept on drinking.

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[kraada.livejournal.com]

All around the world the newspapers proclaimed Seymore the Sovereign Consigliore, the Master Right-Hand Man. And since he was Lord of the Number Two, he had his choice of who to serve next. He chose to ally with:

a) Speedy Congresswomen
b) Sphinx Conglomerate
c) Spiritual Comptrollers
d) Spruce Conifers
e) Spartan Comrades

[setsuled.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately he chose the Sphinx Conglomerate. Constantly, he was given by them strange, enigmatic missions that frequently led to his bodily harm and, before long, his death.

It was unfortunate Seymour hadn't known the Sphinx Conglomerate was really controlled by a militant punk band of vegan feminists, who despised Seymour for cavorting with coeds and Snoop Dogg. The true name of this band was:

a) The Smashing Cucumbers
b) Slasher Concubines
c) Sylvia Corduroy
d) Sagacious Clitoris
e) Sound Cabbage

[kraada.livejournal.com]

Sagacious Clitoris, a band so mysterious and misunderstood that it is said that nobody can ever find them, and even if someone did, they wouldn't know what to do next. They prefer it this way, because it allows them to continue working to create:

a) Superb Clogging
b) Safari Cloisters
c) Sadistic Coincidences
d) Serious Cravats
e) Secret Crusaders

[clarionj.livejournal.com]

You guys are nuts. I loved this whole thread. This would make for a good game.

[schreibergasse.livejournal.com]

The Safari Cloisters was the fortress hideaway of Sagacious Clitoris. Located in the depths of the African Veldt in Bulungi, they had designed as a combination nunnery/stronghold/vacation resort. Unfortunately for them, their efforts to get it up and running keep being thwarted by:

a) Studly Canadians
b) Sparks (charismatic)
c) Stupid Clevelanders
d) Savage chipmunks
e) Sophists (congenial)

[clarionj.livejournal.com]

lol--and will you actually end up creating something from all of this? I can't imagine not getting a tale out of it. I'm thinking of an entire story done up in oxymorons, revealing hidden connections as the plot twists itself right back to the start.

It's funny. You tell this with such assured detail that I'll end up relating it as fact to someone one day, telling about a vacation resort that was also a nunnery, somewhere in Africa--I won't remember the name, but I'll know they should be vigilant about a few odd things while visiting--a chipmunk infestation and Sophists grinning on the roadside.

[setsuled.livejournal.com]

Sagacious Clitoris are working to create a Superb Clogging routine for their stage performances. Something about the smashing of heavy wood with their feet against the floor excites a primal frenzy. The addition of celery, strewn across the floor and stuffed in their pockets, Morrissey style, heightens the pleasure.

However, their varied endeavours caused them to be too distracted to notice:

a) The Second Coming
b) A Storm of Comets
c) Stampeding Caribou
d) A Sudden Cyclone
e) A Severe Chill