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All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow.
Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth.
And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.
The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
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The Anagrammy Awards. Honestly, they're
similar to men's lives. Start a plain newbie
(tense, mindless), play and learn, then get
nominated, hence end as a heavy, high-class
expert.
Hi! When starting in net anagrams stuff, spend
time lurkin'.
The iconic newbie now stops lurking. He'll hatch
one selection of silly, highly childish anagrams,
winning nothing.
While a flaky newbie, he will serve much bad
old anagrams, e.g. "oh = ho". Titters: "It's fun!
Endorse it!"
He's real keen. Quite unrestrained, juvenile
babbling about unique anagrams. Need to
churn out old stock ones, like: "Shoplifter =
has to pilfer". (Had hundred and ten on
hand).
He's now in the Land of Anagram Seniority,
but just which will he find and create? All
sorts! Short, one-worded, Special, funny,
spam-based, topical, seedy, offensive, and
rude.
He's been in alt.anagrams' fellowship too
long. His once avid interest has long dwindled,
but expects a few votes and to win his odd
award. He'd only discuss childish issues, rather
than authoring an apt phrase. He's known to
punish (killfile) unholy idiots (P. Cohen is
hip!).
In the Seventh Stage, the very old no-nuts
anagrams creator dissolves in a state of tetchy
senselessness then can finish his days in
alt.endless-bliss.
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