Comments on: Expanding Alice http://annehodgson.de/2010/03/12/expanding-alice/ Learning English Online with Anne Hodgson Wed, 01 Feb 2012 18:01:24 +0100 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 hourly 1 By: Anne http://annehodgson.de/2010/03/12/expanding-alice/comment-page-1/#comment-3768 Anne Sun, 14 Mar 2010 08:00:39 +0000 http://annehodgson.de/?p=12687#comment-3768 And cut! Thank you so much, everyone :) I suspect I won't be the only one doing this in class next week –? Thanks, Mike, for reminding me of expanding games. And cut!
Thank you so much, everyone :) I suspect I won’t be the only one doing this in class next week –?
Thanks, Mike, for reminding me of expanding games.

]]> By: photomatt7 http://annehodgson.de/2010/03/12/expanding-alice/comment-page-1/#comment-3763 photomatt7 Sat, 13 Mar 2010 17:33:54 +0000 http://annehodgson.de/?p=12687#comment-3763 Alice was crying in the Wonderland Bayside Bar, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formely Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess. It was dark rum she ordered, and she thought to herself: “Enough!” “On the rocks” by the Heebee Geebees was playing on the ancient juke box and she felt like dancing. The music played softly, the lights were low, the eyes of the musicians shone like stars and he appeared, large as life – tall, dark and devilishly almost impossibly handsome – “what about it”? he said … She looked toward the jukebox, then smiled wryly. “Just my style,” Alice replied. – Of course, “it” was the murdered corpse of the Mad Hatter, and “he” was Humphrey T. Dumpty, Night Shift Supervisor of the Wonderland CSI (Crime Scene Investigation team). Things weren’t looking good for Alice. “Why did you do it?” asked HTD, wrinkling up his forehead, narrowing his moon-shaped eyes to almost a slit and bellowing in a thunderous roar. “What makes you think I had anything to do with it?” asked Alice sweetly, as she poked nonchalantly at the ice cubes in her drink with the pointy end of an ice pick. “Butter wouldn’t melt!!”, he muttered incredulously under his breath, as he looked at her in a menacing and highly accusing way. “But ice-cream would”, he said, cryptically, in a whisper that awoke the Jabberwock. Dumpty was the uncrowned expert on the Jabberwocky. It was he who had first described the Jabberwalk’s walk as “galumphing” — a blend of “gallop” and “triumphant”. Dumpty slid his stool closer to Alice. He glanced from the jukebox to the bar and back to Alice's glass, barely taking notice of the card games being played or the strings and sealing wax littering the grungy floor. "Listen, Alice," he whispered. "You don't want me to have to bring in my slithy toves." Alice was crying in the Wonderland Bayside Bar, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formely Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess. It was dark rum she ordered, and she thought to herself: “Enough!” “On the rocks” by the Heebee Geebees was playing on the ancient juke box and she felt like dancing. The music played softly, the lights were low, the eyes of the musicians shone like stars and he appeared, large as life – tall, dark and devilishly almost impossibly handsome – “what about it”? he said … She looked toward the jukebox, then smiled wryly. “Just my style,” Alice replied. –

Of course, “it” was the murdered corpse of the Mad Hatter, and “he” was Humphrey T. Dumpty, Night Shift Supervisor of the Wonderland CSI (Crime Scene Investigation team).

Things weren’t looking good for Alice.

“Why did you do it?” asked HTD, wrinkling up his forehead, narrowing his moon-shaped eyes to almost a slit and bellowing in a thunderous roar.

“What makes you think I had anything to do with it?” asked Alice sweetly, as she poked nonchalantly at the ice cubes in her drink with the pointy end of an ice pick.

“Butter wouldn’t melt!!”, he muttered incredulously under his breath, as he looked at her in a menacing and highly accusing way. “But ice-cream would”, he said, cryptically, in a whisper that awoke the Jabberwock.

Dumpty was the uncrowned expert on the Jabberwocky. It was he who had first described the Jabberwalk’s walk as “galumphing” — a blend of “gallop” and “triumphant”.

Dumpty slid his stool closer to Alice. He glanced from the jukebox to the bar and back to Alice’s glass, barely taking notice of the card games being played or the strings and sealing wax littering the grungy floor. “Listen, Alice,” he whispered. “You don’t want me to have to bring in my slithy toves.”

]]> By: Anne http://annehodgson.de/2010/03/12/expanding-alice/comment-page-1/#comment-3762 Anne Sat, 13 Mar 2010 16:55:17 +0000 http://annehodgson.de/?p=12687#comment-3762 Alice was crying in the Wonderland Bayside Bar, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formely Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess. It was dark rum she ordered, and she thought to herself: “Enough!” “On the rocks” by the Heebee Geebees was playing on the ancient juke box and she felt like dancing. The music played softly, the lights were low, the eyes of the musicians shone like stars and he appeared, large as life – tall, dark and devilishly almost impossibly handsome – “what about it”? he said … She looked toward the jukebox, then smiled wryly. “Just my style,” Alice replied. – Of course, “it” was the murdered corpse of the Mad Hatter, and “he” was Humphrey T. Dumpty, Night Shift Supervisor of the Wonderland CSI (Crime Scene Investigation team). Things weren’t looking good for Alice. “Why did you do it?” asked HTD, wrinkling up his forehead, narrowing his moon-shaped eyes to almost a slit and bellowing in a thunderous roar. “What makes you think I had anything to do with it?” asked Alice sweetly, as she poked nonchalantly at the ice cubes in her drink with the pointy end of an ice pick. “Butter wouldn’t melt!!”, he muttered incredulously under his breath, as he looked at her in a menacing and highly accusing way. “But ice-cream would”, he said, cryptically, in a whisper that awoke the Jabberwock. Dumpty was the uncrowned expert on the Jabberwocky. It was he who had first described the Jabberwalk's walk as "galumphing" — a blend of "gallop" and "triumphant". Alice was crying in the Wonderland Bayside Bar, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formely Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess. It was dark rum she ordered, and she thought to herself: “Enough!” “On the rocks” by the Heebee Geebees was playing on the ancient juke box and she felt like dancing. The music played softly, the lights were low, the eyes of the musicians shone like stars and he appeared, large as life – tall, dark and devilishly almost impossibly handsome – “what about it”? he said … She looked toward the jukebox, then smiled wryly. “Just my style,” Alice replied. –

Of course, “it” was the murdered corpse of the Mad Hatter, and “he” was Humphrey T. Dumpty, Night Shift Supervisor of the Wonderland CSI (Crime Scene Investigation team).

Things weren’t looking good for Alice.

“Why did you do it?” asked HTD, wrinkling up his forehead, narrowing his moon-shaped eyes to almost a slit and bellowing in a thunderous roar.

“What makes you think I had anything to do with it?” asked Alice sweetly, as she poked nonchalantly at the ice cubes in her drink with the pointy end of an ice pick.

“Butter wouldn’t melt!!”, he muttered incredulously under his breath, as he looked at her in a menacing and highly accusing way. “But ice-cream would”, he said, cryptically, in a whisper that awoke the Jabberwock.

Dumpty was the uncrowned expert on the Jabberwocky. It was he who had first described the Jabberwalk’s walk as “galumphing” — a blend of “gallop” and “triumphant”.

]]> By: Sean Banville http://annehodgson.de/2010/03/12/expanding-alice/comment-page-1/#comment-3759 Sean Banville Sat, 13 Mar 2010 14:56:08 +0000 http://annehodgson.de/?p=12687#comment-3759 Alice was crying in the Wonderland Bayside Bar, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formely Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess. It was dark rum she ordered, and she thought to herself: “Enough!” “On the rocks” by the Heebee Geebees was playing on the ancient juke box and she felt like dancing. The music played softly, the lights were low, the eyes of the musicians shone like stars and he appeared, large as life – tall, dark and devilishly almost impossibly handsome – “what about it”? he said … She looked toward the jukebox, then smiled wryly. “Just my style,” Alice replied. – Of course, “it” was the murdered corpse of the Mad Hatter, and “he” was Humphrey T. Dumpty, Night Shift Supervisor of the Wonderland CSI (Crime Scene Investigation team). Things weren’t looking good for Alice. “Why did you do it?” asked HTD, wrinkling up his forehead, narrowing his moon-shaped eyes to almost a slit and bellowing in a thunderous roar. “What makes you think I had anything to do with it?” asked Alice sweetly, as she poked nonchalantly at the ice cubes in her drink with the pointy end of an ice pick. “Butter wouldn’t melt!!”, he muttered incredulously under his breath, as he looked at her in a menacing and highly accusing way. "But ice-cream would", he said, cryptically, in a whisper that awoke the Jabberwock. Alice was crying in the Wonderland Bayside Bar, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formely Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess. It was dark rum she ordered, and she thought to herself: “Enough!” “On the rocks” by the Heebee Geebees was playing on the ancient juke box and she felt like dancing. The music played softly, the lights were low, the eyes of the musicians shone like stars and he appeared, large as life – tall, dark and devilishly almost impossibly handsome – “what about it”? he said … She looked toward the jukebox, then smiled wryly. “Just my style,” Alice replied. – Of course, “it” was the murdered corpse of the Mad Hatter, and “he” was Humphrey T. Dumpty, Night Shift Supervisor of the Wonderland CSI (Crime Scene Investigation team).

Things weren’t looking good for Alice.

“Why did you do it?” asked HTD, wrinkling up his forehead, narrowing his moon-shaped eyes to almost a slit and bellowing in a thunderous roar.

“What makes you think I had anything to do with it?” asked Alice sweetly, as she poked nonchalantly at the ice cubes in her drink with the pointy end of an ice pick.

“Butter wouldn’t melt!!”, he muttered incredulously under his breath, as he looked at her in a menacing and highly accusing way. “But ice-cream would”, he said, cryptically, in a whisper that awoke the Jabberwock.

]]> By: Janet Bianchini http://annehodgson.de/2010/03/12/expanding-alice/comment-page-1/#comment-3758 Janet Bianchini Sat, 13 Mar 2010 14:23:35 +0000 http://annehodgson.de/?p=12687#comment-3758 Alice was crying in the Wonderland Bayside Bar, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formely Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess. It was dark rum she ordered, and she thought to herself: “Enough!” “On the rocks” by the Heebee Geebees was playing on the ancient juke box and she felt like dancing. The music played softly, the lights were low, the eyes of the musicians shone like stars and he appeared, large as life – tall, dark and devilishly almost impossibly handsome – “what about it”? he said … She looked toward the jukebox, then smiled wryly. “Just my style,” Alice replied. – Of course, “it” was the murdered corpse of the Mad Hatter, and “he” was Humphrey T. Dumpty, Night Shift Supervisor of the Wonderland CSI (Crime Scene Investigation team). Things weren’t looking good for Alice. “Why did you do it?” asked HTD, wrinkling up his forehead, narrowing his moon-shaped eyes to almost a slit and bellowing in a thunderous roar. “What makes you think I had anything to do with it?” asked Alice sweetly, as she poked nonchalantly at the ice cubes in her drink with the pointy end of an ice pick. "Butter wouldn't melt!!", he muttered incredulously under his breath, as he looked at her in a menacing and highly accusing way. Alice was crying in the Wonderland Bayside Bar, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formely Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess. It was dark rum she ordered, and she thought to herself: “Enough!” “On the rocks” by the Heebee Geebees was playing on the ancient juke box and she felt like dancing. The music played softly, the lights were low, the eyes of the musicians shone like stars and he appeared, large as life – tall, dark and devilishly almost impossibly handsome – “what about it”? he said … She looked toward the jukebox, then smiled wryly. “Just my style,” Alice replied. – Of course, “it” was the murdered corpse of the Mad Hatter, and “he” was Humphrey T. Dumpty, Night Shift Supervisor of the Wonderland CSI (Crime Scene Investigation team).

Things weren’t looking good for Alice.

“Why did you do it?” asked HTD, wrinkling up his forehead, narrowing his moon-shaped eyes to almost a slit and bellowing in a thunderous roar.

“What makes you think I had anything to do with it?” asked Alice sweetly, as she poked nonchalantly at the ice cubes in her drink with the pointy end of an ice pick.

“Butter wouldn’t melt!!”, he muttered incredulously under his breath, as he looked at her in a menacing and highly accusing way.

]]> By: Sue Lyon-Jones http://annehodgson.de/2010/03/12/expanding-alice/comment-page-1/#comment-3757 Sue Lyon-Jones Sat, 13 Mar 2010 12:58:01 +0000 http://annehodgson.de/?p=12687#comment-3757 Alice was crying in the Wonderland Bayside Bar, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formely Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess. It was dark rum she ordered, and she thought to herself: “Enough!” “On the rocks” by the Heebee Geebees was playing on the ancient juke box and she felt like dancing. The music played softly, the lights were low, the eyes of the musicians shone like stars and he appeared, large as life – tall, dark and devilishly almost impossibly handsome – “what about it”? he said … She looked toward the jukebox, then smiled wryly. “Just my style,” Alice replied. – Of course, “it” was the murdered corpse of the Mad Hatter, and “he” was Humphrey T. Dumpty, Night Shift Supervisor of the Wonderland CSI (Crime Scene Investigation team). Things weren’t looking good for Alice. “Why did you do it?” asked HTD, wrinkling up his forehead, narrowing his moon-shaped eyes to almost a slit and bellowing in a thunderous roar. "What makes you think I had anything to do with it?" asked Alice sweetly, as she poked nonchalantly at the ice cubes in her drink with the pointy end of an ice pick. Alice was crying in the Wonderland Bayside Bar, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formely Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess. It was dark rum she ordered, and she thought to herself: “Enough!” “On the rocks” by the Heebee Geebees was playing on the ancient juke box and she felt like dancing. The music played softly, the lights were low, the eyes of the musicians shone like stars and he appeared, large as life – tall, dark and devilishly almost impossibly handsome – “what about it”? he said … She looked toward the jukebox, then smiled wryly. “Just my style,” Alice replied. – Of course, “it” was the murdered corpse of the Mad Hatter, and “he” was Humphrey T. Dumpty, Night Shift Supervisor of the Wonderland CSI (Crime Scene Investigation team).

Things weren’t looking good for Alice.

“Why did you do it?” asked HTD, wrinkling up his forehead, narrowing his moon-shaped eyes to almost a slit and bellowing in a thunderous roar.

“What makes you think I had anything to do with it?” asked Alice sweetly, as she poked nonchalantly at the ice cubes in her drink with the pointy end of an ice pick.

]]> By: Joan http://annehodgson.de/2010/03/12/expanding-alice/comment-page-1/#comment-3756 Joan Sat, 13 Mar 2010 11:25:42 +0000 http://annehodgson.de/?p=12687#comment-3756 Alice was crying in the Wonderland Bayside Bar, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formely Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess. It was dark rum she ordered, and she thought to herself: “Enough!” “On the rocks” by the Heebee Geebees was playing on the ancient juke box and she felt like dancing. The music played softly, the lights were low, the eyes of the musicians shone like stars and he appeared, large as life – tall, dark and devilishly almost impossibly handsome – “what about it”? he said … She looked toward the jukebox, then smiled wryly. “Just my style,” Alice replied. – Of course, “it” was the murdered corpse of the Mad Hatter, and “he” was Humphrey T. Dumpty, Night Shift Supervisor of the Wonderland CSI (Crime Scene Investigation team). Things weren’t looking good for Alice. "Why did you do it?" asked HTD, wrinkling up his forehead, narrowing his moon-shaped eyes to almost a slit and bellowing in a thunderous roar. Alice was crying in the Wonderland Bayside Bar, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formely Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess. It was dark rum she ordered, and she thought to herself: “Enough!” “On the rocks” by the Heebee Geebees was playing on the ancient juke box and she felt like dancing. The music played softly, the lights were low, the eyes of the musicians shone like stars and he appeared, large as life – tall, dark and devilishly almost impossibly handsome – “what about it”? he said … She looked toward the jukebox, then smiled wryly. “Just my style,” Alice replied. – Of course, “it” was the murdered corpse of the Mad Hatter, and “he” was Humphrey T. Dumpty, Night Shift Supervisor of the Wonderland CSI (Crime Scene Investigation team).

Things weren’t looking good for Alice.

“Why did you do it?” asked HTD, wrinkling up his forehead, narrowing his moon-shaped eyes to almost a slit and bellowing in a thunderous roar.

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