Irony: I am just saying, its not weird
Joli: But it feels weak. I know you'll fuss me, but there it is. It feels weak that I can't ...
Irony: Is it wrong to be weak sometimes? If so, I am weak as hell, because I deal with * by getting online and talking to people who make me laugh my ass off
Irony: I don't think it is shameful... I would fuss a lot more if you neglected to do that because you thought it was weak
Irony: No human is 100% strong, something has to give somewhere. You come across as a rock every waking moment, to your colleagues, the people you help, your kids. It is no wonder the worries bite you when you dream
Joli: Thank you...as always, you make me sigh inside myself.
Irony: I am a regular zen dispenser;)
Yep, I am sugar laden and guaranteed to make your tongue tingle too. Just don't attempt consumption of Irony pez just after she has been on the treadmill of death:P
If I were cut open and the surgeon lifted out my heart, it would be shaped like you. Even our nicknames for one another mean "heart."
I could never hope to deserve a friend like you, so I remain in a constant state of gratitude that when soul mate friends were handed out, you were assigned to my sorry butt. *smooch*
For once I am speechless, and a little tearful. You mean exactly the same to me and I feel the same level of gratitude that you were assigned to my sorry (and larger) butt.
Ok, that was a lot like a speech:P
I'm gonna store that one for personal use, if that's okay (or not :P) with you, Irony...
It is perfectly ok with me if you steal anything I say:) My words are free for all the people I like:)
It was fun to write "Base," for a number of reasons that people who know me well will understand. But mostly, it just felt very different to write this way. I certainly wouldn't call it poetry. It isn't really even a story. It's just a moment, captured.
I enjoyed using clipped sentences with simple words. I enjoyed writing about the immediacy of the moment. The character is fully committed in each word and line. I could feel her like you can feel the tangible presence of someone's mood when they step into your space.
I don't even think it's particularly "good," but it was damned cool to type out. I wish I could shut off my mind, though. It keeps wanting to run into the next scene.
* Don't kill me for the title of this post, Ockham. I couldn't help myself. You know I'm weak.
Wow. You rarely explain what you write.
I'll let it slide, this time. You're On Notice, though. :P
I still didn't explain it! The character's reason for being there...or where it is and why it is still belong to you. even the ending has interpretive character.
I'm just talking about the kick it was to write. :)
One down, one to go.
The Sublime comes always from the narrow path of Simple.
The intensity of the sentiment makes writing easy...
in a way... only in a way...
you can`t trick us!
So, one down,
two to go!
Crap, I just realized my previous comment was in the wrong comment thread. D'oh.
I bought a badge yesterday that say "All Your Base Are Belong To Us" hehe!
Yeah, we think phobias and limericks make for a fine evening.
Joli : Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia- Fear of long words.
Joli : I LOVE that one!
Joli : Genuphobia- Fear of knees. That makes me want to give the planet to the roaches and dive into a mushroom cloud
Irony : Lutraphobia- Fear of otters.
Ockham : GOD I HATE OTTERS THEY SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF ME, WHAT IF THEY BUILD A DAM IN MY HOUSE?!
Joli : At least otters have teeth
Irony : Ockham, the next time someone comes into #sang asking for baby names, if you can convince them to call their daughter Lutraphobia I will give you a big kiss
Joli : but...knees?!
Joli : wtf?
There once was a boy who feared knees,
It made his sex life, well, jeez,
He couldn't get some,
When the pants came undone,
Saw the bend and then broke into pleas
Irony : Medorthophobia- Fear of an erect penis.
Joli: Ithyphallophobia- Fear of seeing, thinking about or having an erect penis.
There once was a man who feared dicks,
Not just any, mind you, just up sticks,
If he thought of a lass,
With a succulent ass,
Soon he'd find himself shitting his knicks.
And some of our others: (No, Irony's name isn't "Nikki," so don't go stalker squirrel. It's an inside thing.)
Irony: is this the new haiku?
Irony: damn, I should learn how to write limericks then
She could not believe what was seen
After taking a look at her screen
Limericks that confounded
Had left her astounded
That Ockham hadn't been more obscene
There once was a girl named Nikki
Who wouldn't let Ockham give her a hickey.
She'd tease with a pucker
Which earned her a fruit fucker
And honorable mention in a Swedish Wiki
There once was a girl named Nikki,
Who should totally agree to a quicky,
With her best friend named Ockham,
(line removed by request)
And the King of the Heavens he'd kick-y.
There once was a girl named Nikki
Who made my tongue want to go licky
We wrote unicorn porn
To the sexy the alicorn horn
So Ockham would yell "DILDOES!" at its...dicky?
There once was a girl I adore,
Her love being all I live for,
If it just made her happy,
I'd write sonnets, sappy,
And never for more could implore
There once was a lady named Jo,
On the sea of words she'd often row,
Though her humor is witty,
We hates for her ditties,
And unicorns can to hell go.
These two ladies are great, so you see,
They often waste much time with me,
We spend the time laughing,
And harassing, and sassing,
And there's nowhere else I'd rather be.
This year it has not passed me by
This form that makes all of us cry
The government's trying
To steal cash from the dying
But I think it can fuck off and die
There once was a man who feared Gods,
And it often would put him at odds,
With the men in the church,
When he saw them he'd lurch,
And then flee, leaving some confused sods.
There was a young girl from Mandeville
Although sometimes jaded
Her beliefs never faded
To this day she still does god's will
There once was a boy from the city,
He found not all people were shitty,
Regardless of that,
He became a desert rat,
But now and then jumped on cam to look pretty
You guys are all so incredibly and delightfully twisted.
You have noooooooooooo idea! *grins*
This is just the tip of the iceberg, really.
There once was a man with a weird nick
And on his journal I frequently click.
Then one night I was shocked
By his tale...How it rocked!
Oh god, she had knelt on his dick!
There once was a comment in a journal
With a line that will haunt me eternal
"She had knelt on his dick!"?
I'd have just used a brick
As those bloodstains are rather infernal.
Captain Globehead sat still while she crawled;
For help he never called.
With that kind of proximity
We feel with unanimity
No pity now that he's been balled.
Poor Globehead must feel quite forlorn
For his manhood, what else, but to mourn:(
So have a heads up,
Just invest in a cup
As it's harder to squish it when worn.
Everyone on VR knows
The Captain felt it down in his toes
Much like how each limerick
Is a new kneel on the dick
Ah, how I smile at his man-woes.
There once was a man who ate people,
It added three inches to his steeple,
He fashioned a pill,
To give old men a thrill,
And sold it to all the sheeple.
Ladies are vicious, you see,
Filled with estrogen and jealousy,
They will cut to the core,
And give you the what-for,
But they still cannot stand up to pee.
Oh Ockham, how little you know:(
"They can't pee while they're standing", you crow.
It isn't too hard
With the aid of some card
To piss out our names in the snow
Ok, so you can in the snow write your name
And have contests with your mighty pee game,
But when in the bathroom you tinkle,
WHY must you sprinkle?
Your splattering last drop is so lame :(
Piss a name into snow, you said?
A man needs no tools to write, "Ted"
And we'll do it all day,
From the tears that you'll pay,
Since our crotches shall never spray red.
It is true that you don't have the curse
But the menopause makes that disperse.
With your youth, you can strut
But at fifty your butt
Will get treatment I think is much worse:P
o god y u h8, bb?
u haev teh bad ora, rlly.
u r a dush
n i give u a kitteh push
ur red crotch spray skeerd me.
oh bb, I cud neva h8,
cuz 4 u I wud ovathro f8,
an eyed luv u 4 lyf,
but cant maek u mah wyf
cuz I got 2 teh partay 2 l8.
*white flag* I'm going home. You w-w-... you w-w-...augh! You're still a dush. I love you goofballs.
You are going to be insufferable all night now aren't you:P Damn you and your weapons grade idiotspeak!
I spent a lot of time on IRC, sadly. One "learns" horrible things there.
Gloating doesn't befit you
And now I want to hit you
But the red crotch spray
Has ruined my day
And I find that now I must quit you :(
You've already surrendered, my dear,
I have taught you the meaning of fear,
With my leet limerick skillz,
I got up in your grillz,
And I put it up this convo's rear.
Now let none of us dispute this, me lass,
I won the contest with grace, and class,
Beat you both fair and square,
But I know how you care,
So on gloating I'll graciously pass.
Parthenophobia is the fear of virgins.
I know that you know this cast of characters. When I'm at work, I often leave a window available for friends to message...friends who understand that there may be huge gaps of silence while I am occupied with a client or staff. What I love are the times that I look back in and they have continued the conversation with our special brand of lunacy. I give to you my lovely, insane friends seen here in their natural habitat:
Joli says: *smoochy*
Irony: "Ockham made me watch a horrible movie:("
Joli says: the "I don't watch movies" guy?
Irony says: It was horrible. He chose it!
Joli says: wow
Irony says: Worst. Movie. Ever.
Joli says: what was this piece of poo?
Irony says: Well, we thought Napoleon Dynamite had less merit
Irony says: Black Sheep
Joli says: never heard of it
Ockham says: you should watch it
Joli says: I hated Napoleon Dynamite at first. It grew on me
Ockham says: it's about new zealanders and their sheep
Irony says: I thought you loved her:(
Ockham says: sometimes, love hurts
Joli says: o u h8 :(
Ockham says: never h8, bb
Irony says: It was horrible! The only reason it didn't get turned off was because I was too lazy to move and Ockham was too traumatised to look away
JoliDy says: Bahahahaha!
Irony says: Jo, it is true!
Irony says: Ockham "I am looking forward to seeing what happens at the end."
Me "I am looking forward to the credits"
Ockham "That too"
Ockham says: it was "I am kind of looking forward to the foreshadowed sheepocalypse at the end."
Ockham says: the whole thing smacked of a couple college kids who got drunk and decided to make a B movie
Irony says: Lets face it, that movie effectively put the bar for bad movies onto the voyager probe:P
Ockham says: there were a couple funny bits
Ockham says: it's kind of a movie that I think everyone should see
Ockham says: not just because if I have to hurt, so should they
Ockham says: but as an educational lesson as to why college kids shouldn't be given a movie budget
Irony says: ...
Ockham says: why ellipsising at me? :(
Irony says: I can't think of anything I can possibly say
Irony says: I am trying to work out anyone I hate enough to put through that abomination
Irony says: apart from *, most of the channel, all kitter and my ex
Ockham says: I bet Will would like it
Irony says: Oh god, you know... he probably would
Irony says: that scares me
Ockham says: he'd get a major kick out of it
Ockham says: jo's kids probably would, too
Irony says: It is unsuitable for them
Ockham says: if you don't mind them seeing a rubber tube representing a penis being eaten by a sheep.
Ockham says: torn off, more like.
Ockham says: also, we learned that the human ear is made of gum
Ockham says: chewing gum
Ockham says: also, we learned that jo doesn't love us and isn't talking to us, and our only option is to die together in glorious suicide. I'll go get the bleach :(
Irony says: I couldn't even sit up to turn it off
Irony says: I was compelled to lay there and just feel those brain cells burning off
Irony says: there is a slight smell of ozone still leaking from my ears
Ockham says: I gave you no less than 3 chances to not watch the movie
Irony says: them's the rules though
Irony says: I sit through your crap and you sit through mine
Irony says: I liked the other films you got me to watch
Ockham says: even Lupin? I didn't really think you enjoyed that one
Irony says: What percentage did we heckle through?
Irony says: Yeah, lupin wasn't bad at all:)
Irony says: and 3% was of me going to the kitchen to make something to eat, with instructions that I didn't want to know what I had missed
Irony says: with specific instructions as to the impending bestiality moment
Ockham says: they didn't show any of that
Ockham says: fortunately
Irony says: which is when you said you hated me
Ockham says: just them barricading their room against the wrath of the lambs.
Irony says: I came back and he had no pants on!
Ockham says: yeah that was pretty much how that scene started
Irony says: I would hate to see the directors cut
Ockham says: DON'T
Ockham says: EVER
Ockham says: MENTION
Ockham says: THAT
Ockham says: AGAIN
Ockham says: :(
Ockham says: so how's the weather?
Irony says: :(
Irony says: The daystar is high and hopefully giving my neighbours skin cancer
It really was that bad! I feel all special now for being immortalised:)
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair.
You make one mistake in choosing a movie and suddenly they're hanging you on a wooden crucifix... :(
Love reading your exchanges.
You watched that movie?? omg... I have banned it from ever entering my house... I saw the preview for it last year.. no way on this earth... no..
i saw about three minutes of that movie and that was too much. it is an abomination that only the american film industry could create
You mean, the American film industry in New Zealand, run by a company called New Zealand Films? That American Film Industry?
Well, I thought it was mildly amusing...
Yeah, so did I...
It was a very funny variation on cheesy Zombie movies.
I mean, if New Zealanders have to make a movie like that, they're not exactly spoiling for choices. Sheep is pretty much all they have.
Well, sheep and Temuera Morrison. He'd actually be scarier than monster sheep...
Perhaps the sequel will be about him. He gets bitten by an infected sheepdog and turns into a cheesy fanged bounty hunter who can't resist chasing sheep around a field.
Also, Tyler, The only thing funny about that movie was Ockham's reaction. The quiet sobbing:P
The result of topic wars on Skype chat:
participants: Irony, Joli, and Ockham
*** BE MY ORANGE (Always! But there are still dildo horses out there) WE HATE THE DILDO HORSES. EVEN MEATBALL HATES HORSE WITH DILDO, yet sees the value of the occasional unicorn poem.. My once-mighty balls have withered into mere peanuts ***
Later to be simplified to:
*** "Irony is my Orange, and Dildo Horses are forbidden." ***
Things you may need to know before undertaking the Herculean task of trying to understand the above:
And, I give you the phenomenon of people loving and composing "poetry" and "art" like the following:
I've loved thee since I was born
For true and lovely is thy Alicorn
I wish you were mine
Without you i'm not fine
My love is strong and true
My Unicorn I love you
I've loved thee since I was born
For true and lovely is thy Alicorn
I wish you were mine
Without you i'm not fine
My love is strong and true
My Unicorn I love you
Aww, fruitfucker! *love*
I predict Ockham will say Dildoes:P
"Hey, guys, what can we do to make the concept of magical horses even less manly?"
"We cans straps a dildoes to its heads."
"Great idea, let's do that!"
Did I call it, or did I call it? :D
You know me passingly well, Milady.
Just passingly? I thought we had taken up residence in each others heads by now:P
Aren't you British supposed to get understatements? :P
I am hoist:( *rues*
Even in defeat, you twist the knife. :(
Man, I love when he's standing at the glass declaring that he's nearly ready...to wait for it!
You laugh about it now, but wait until you are next thirsty and craving OJ. Will you really be able to look at that fucking nutritious juice the same way again? :P
My juiceshake brings all the ladies to the yard.
That is so wonderfully, beautifully twisted.
OMG I had to read it twice. LOL
Ockham - My juiceshake, is better than yours:P
You may demonstrate that I might judge. This thing, I shall allow.
Well I could teach you, but I'd have to charge:D
I'm not sure where, but this thread has taken a wrong turn somehow, and is heading into a dark, desolate place.
Mmm baby, does that mean we can make out in the dark?
I believe it does, I believe it does indeed.
*looks up at the comments*
She is going to kill us, isn't she:(
All the more reason for a last night of desperate passion, knowing that the dawn brings a wrathful Jo wearing the executioner's hood.
You make a good point...
Lets get it on:D
I want to thank you, Bones, for all the help you give me here. There are so many accounts that without help, it would be impossible to do our jobs here. Grateful for you.
X: You think that's bad? We actually had a Muslim teach us Sex Ed.
J: I bet you're fun in bed.
J: *self recrimination, guilt guilt guilt*
...and then carsho (cars ho) says that there must be merit in playing Beatles albums backward (he said "bay tuls") because forward they sound like "goo goo ga shoo."
You know, I don't think I have ever written anything about being a Sentoran on this site. I kinda prefer to be quiet. I've had a few bumps with users, but surprisingly few. Most people are very respectful to me, and I hope they'd say the same of my treatment toward them.
Today, I had to make a request of a member that I respect. A lesser person might have gotten her back up and misunderstood my position on the matter, maybe gotten defensive. No, that's not what she did. she explained where she was coming from, listened to my reason for asking, and made a very helpful step that will be great leadership for others I need to follow suit.
Today, I celebrate the helpful, collaborative spirit. When we work together, we can accomplish so much.
Birra and I had a chance to catch up last night. He's one of my best online buds and our schedules are both so jammed that any goofy, stolen time is special.
We talked about Meatball, Morri's coffee table, and the insane hours he works. I think he should have his own cape...let's design one, Morri! OMG! Do you think we could threaten him into the lycra body suit? What would Birra's super powers be? I think Brad or Kentucky would be his kryptonite.
I told him I'm fencing off Kentucky and quarantining it. Every time he goes, he gets sick. He said he's going to be spending a longer time there next visit. I'm worried that state is trying to kill him...too much exposure and he'll likely get bubonic plague. I blame Stinky Fred. :(
...or maybe Morri's right...could it be...Brad is behind this?!
Yes it is brad...DAMMIT BRAD
Brad has infected Kentucky. Oh my god...Brad planted Stinky Fred! That's why you can't get rid of him, VW. It's a sinister plan Brad has hatched for his own nefarious purposes!
The power to create complete chaos out of mass organization?
BRAD MUST DIE!!!!
Hey- if you get him into that body suit, he can come over and dig out Stinky Fred. *swoons* He would be my hero. :) And I would not take a picture of him... I swear on Brad's grave. *shifty eyes*
He stays much longer and he is going to start speaking like me- Ya'll know that's bad. lol
Oklahoma does that to me. The minute I enter the state I feel like I have flu.