Love a mod. Hate a mod. Whac-a-mod?

by **the egg** on Fri Feb 13, 2009 9:51 pm

MrBenn wrote:Into the Valley of Death rode the six hundred...

Hmm....I recognize that too. From a book I read or some piece of college lit bore. You can't stump this egg!!

by **Night Strike** on Fri Feb 13, 2009 9:55 pm

"Eat hardy men...............for tonight we dine in HELL!!!"

by **MrBenn** on Fri Feb 13, 2009 9:55 pm

Dulce et decorum est...

by **soundman** on Fri Feb 13, 2009 9:55 pm

the egg wrote:
MrBenn wrote:Into the Valley of Death rode the six hundred...

Hmm....I recognize that too. From a book I read or some piece of college lit bore. You can't stump this egg!!

It's from a poem called "Charge of the Light Brigade" by Alfred Lord Tennyson

by **the egg** on Fri Feb 13, 2009 9:56 pm

Night Strike wrote:"Eat hardy men...............for tonight we dine in HELL!!!"

That's an epic line from 300. I watch like 300 movies a week, your mod allusions aren't going to fool me.

by **the egg** on Fri Feb 13, 2009 9:57 pm

MrBenn wrote:Dulce et decorum est...

AH! Got me!!

Something to do with sweet (dulce = sweet)

Also it is either a poem or movie, going off the pattern.

by **MrBenn** on Fri Feb 13, 2009 9:59 pm

Ours not to reason why; ours just to do. And die.

by **soundman** on Fri Feb 13, 2009 9:59 pm

MrBenn wrote:Dulce et decorum est...

This one is a poem by Wilfred Owen in 1917 during the first world war. What's with the poems? :?:

by **the egg** on Fri Feb 13, 2009 10:01 pm

AAAAAAHHHHH I get it!!!!

by **soundman** on Fri Feb 13, 2009 10:03 pm

MrBenn wrote:Ours not to reason why; ours just to do. And die.

The poem "The Charge of the Light Brigade" again by Alfred Lord Tennyson.

by **MrBenn** on Fri Feb 13, 2009 10:06 pm

We shall fight on beaches, landing grounds, in fields, in streets and on the hills. We shall never surrender.

by **the egg** on Fri Feb 13, 2009 10:10 pm

MrBenn wrote:We shall fight on beaches, landing grounds, in fields, in streets and on the hills. We shall never surrender.

I see the parallels. I think I'm starting to get what's going on. Just need a different clue and I think I'll put it together. I'm not going to post my analysis...yet.

You don't need to post any more epic lines, I understand their connection.

by **soundman** on Fri Feb 13, 2009 10:10 pm

MrBenn wrote:We shall fight on beaches, landing grounds, in fields, in streets and on the hills. We shall never surrender.

This is part of Winston Churchill's speech during WWII.

by **MrBenn** on Fri Feb 13, 2009 10:10 pm

Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die

by **the egg** on Fri Feb 13, 2009 10:11 pm

MrBenn wrote:Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die

I GET IT!!

These lines are epic! But you don't need to post 100 of them!

by **nagerous** on Fri Feb 13, 2009 10:13 pm

Say hello to my little friend!

by **the egg** on Fri Feb 13, 2009 10:14 pm

If this is supposed to be a riddle then I know about 2/3 whats going on.
I will post my analysis if needed 8-)

by **mpjh** on Fri Feb 13, 2009 10:15 pm

I think the guy that said that also said, "I'm as mad as hell and I am not going to take it anymore."

by **a.sub** on Fri Feb 13, 2009 10:29 pm

the egg wrote:If this is supposed to be a riddle then I know about 2/3 whats going on.
I will post my analysis if needed

definatly needed :lol:

by **the egg** on Fri Feb 13, 2009 10:33 pm

Not sure if this is supposed to be an individual task or a group effort. But I do see a theme.

by **jnd94** on Fri Feb 13, 2009 11:22 pm

So as a group we have the task of whacking off a mod? I assume this joke has been plagued throughout

by **mpjh** on Fri Feb 13, 2009 11:24 pm

by **sully800** on Sat Feb 14, 2009 1:37 am

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

by **owenshooter** on Sat Feb 14, 2009 1:42 am

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.