Did Adam really think he had a shot?

You're both nuts.

I don't think Adam did his worst, because the idea of a contest emerged only ex post facto, as the wags have it.

I always come in second place to Ben.

our human forebears fashioned similar writing tools centuries ago.

?????

Are you saying that our centuries-ago forebears weren't human? What were they, then? Bears?

So... you're writing like yourself, and we, like Adam, are to imitate you...?

(I acquiesce to the ignoble consuetude! Behold the pendulant drupelet!)

Adam wrote his post first, Cala.

Indeed, 6 -- four bears!

I don't get it.

Great, start 'em young.

(Ben's post is, I quietly note, very similar to his normal posting style.)

11 -> ???

12 -- "quietly note" s/b "note quietly".

I think Cala already noted that. And it is not either.

I won't link to it, Clownae, but those are famous lines from the "Innocence" project.

What was different about my comment was that I was saying it quietly, as you can tell by the parentheses.

In the second item of the post "all you monkeys" s/b "every ape I see."

I put a deliberate flaw in my writings to remind myself that only Allah is perfect.

Just one?

I like to read words meaning what other words mean. I try to join in fun. I know many many words. I also like pie. Pie is good.

Just one for that purpose, yes.

I'd really like to leave a comment but my written stuff deconstructs so easily. In fact, friends no longer come to dinner because often I confuse "soup" with "soap."

Lamentably, my lexicographic rapacity knows no satiety.

Ben wins if nothing else for the use of "animadversion," truly the king (or at least the marquis) of pompous words.

A real challenge would be to use a lot of these kinds of words to come up with something that sounds good or at least non-awkward. But that probably requires an audience from a different time period.

25: Adam's post is funny, though, while w-lfs-n's is merely w-lfs-nian.

I also like pie.

I canoodle two-crust.

As if to be w-lfs-nian were mere!

Forgeaf þa w-lfs-n brand Healfdenes
segen gyldenne sigores to þrýð-word;
hroden hildecumbor, helm ond byrnan,
mære maðþumsweord manige gesawon
beforan beorn beran.

If only someone here would post about pie.

No fair getting help from your wife, Scott.

I didn't. I can read Anglo-Saxon, you know. Anyway, I awarded you victory for your þrýð-word, so why are you complaining? (Or are you just upset that I beat you at your own game over a year ago?)

You arrived early to the race and made a poor showing: why should I be upset? (I can't, of course, read 31.)

He gave then w-lfs-n - the sword of Healfdane,
golden standard - reward for brave-words;
embroidered war-banner - helmet and armor,
famous treasure-sword - many saw
before the warrior borne.

(I think. I make no claims to reading Anglo-Saxon well.)

Oh, great, now the rest of the primates will be flocking to Los Angeles in order to pitch their story ideas. It's bad enough that it's IMPOSSIBLE TO FIND PARKING OR GET OUR FAVOURITE CHINESE RESTAURANT TO DELIVER BECAUSE OF THE FUCKING OSCARS! Now we're going to get wannabe scriptwriters hanging from the chandeliers by their tales. Literally. And trying to get their leaves copied at Kinkos, where the lines are already too long.

Animaladversion, indeed.