| kjaeros: | I've not necessarily been Mr. Congenial Universe 1996 myself.. (:
|
| | *** | |
|
| Ben: | Ever try to draw a fox's tail?
|
| kjaeros: | oh, every day
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| kjaeros: | I do technical drawings for a major architectural design centre and I put
|
| | fox tails on ALL my work. In the moulding, hanging from balusters and
|
| | cornices, stuck to the ends of rods for dusting hard-to-reach places..
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros | reads an article comparing Bill Gates to Lex Luthor
|
| kjaeros: | What an unfair comparison.
|
| kjaeros: | Luthor's inventions worked.
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| | *** | |
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| kjaeros: | my attitude is, fluffybunnies are cute. Not that I have any, but they should
|
| | be eaten more.
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| | *** | |
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| kjaeros: | "even if a mixed metaphor sings, it should be derailed."
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| | *** | |
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| kjaeros: | The way I see it, cougar, is you have only two options.
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| kjaeros: | One, you can kill yourself.
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| kjaeros: | Two, you can go bowling.
|
| kjaeros: | either way, you're fucked.
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros | whispers something to Reemul: "Snuffleupagus."
|
| | *** | |
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| kjaeros: | I've already put a knot in the string of my new burrito-club yo-yo
|
| kjaeros: | thus fundamentally shortening the string to about eight inches.
|
| Reemul: | the fundament of your yo-yo has a knot in it?
|
| | *** | |
|
| Kaurpin: | well that was schweitzer's analysis anyway
|
| kjaeros: | albert schweitzer was force-fed tenpenny nails for tea when he was a kid
|
| | *** | |
|
| Ahri: | Now we're talking about how the cowardly lion of oz was probably gay
|
| | and after the tin man.
|
| Ahri: | Many comments of the oil can, too...
|
| kjaeros: | that's just sad
|
| Ahri: | Well, he had pink ribbons in his hair.
|
| kjaeros: | and a blue one 'round his wing-wang, lah ti dah, skip-to-my-lou
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| | *** | |
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| kjaeros: | o/~ connect the dots, la la la o/~
|
| kjaeros | turns gbeet red
|
| kjaeros: | oh, my.
|
| kjaeros: | did I say that out loud?
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| BlackPaws: | kj: Afraid so.
|
| kjaeros: | .o(seppuku)
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| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros | waves a half an english muffin in the direction of Magic Toyota, in
|
| | a futile insurrective gesture
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | "Boy's got about as much humour as a public, I say a public_html directory."
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| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros | continues to eat his bowl of nails and library paste
|
| kjaeros: | oh, a wood screw. how'd that get in there?
|
| Reemul: | breakfast of champions!
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| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros | is momentarily distracted by a bag of cookies
|
| Reemul: | mmm. cookies.
|
| kjaeros: | help me ensure the survival of the fittest here, reem, by weeding out all
|
| | the broken ones.
|
| | *** | |
|
| kaurpin: | yeh, in the 1950s people would play with crystal radios, in the
|
| | 1990s they play with machine translation and get 'horche horche'
|
| kaurpin | has changed the topic on channel #folks to 'tis a plague after me
|
| | low, I horche horche
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| | *** | |
|
| Sarah: | kj - feeling better?
|
| kjaeros: | sort of
|
| kjaeros: | my mom just sent me email with the subject of "love you"
|
| kjaeros: | how could I not feel better?
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| | *** | |
|
| Reemul: | i'll all for civilized protocol concerning pea.
|
| Reemul: | if you gotta pea, go somewhere else.
|
| | *** | |
|
| Leo: | yeah. they probably get a zap of static electricity when they touch the
|
| | tv, think they're siphoning raw energy from it... so they must be psi-vamps.
|
| | *** | |
|
| Sarah_has_left_the_building | is omniscient, both inside and outside the building.
|
| | *** | |
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| kjaeros: | bears are supposed to be wash-and-wear.
|
| kjaeros: | or just skip the wash if you like
|
| | *** | |
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| Reemul: | those fools. after snubbing us at Reykjavic, we'll trounce them in
|
| | Stockholm..
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| | *** | |
|
| BlackPaws | glares at kj.
|
| kjaeros: | don't glare at me, Mr I'm-an-indiscriminate-p'er.
|
| | *** | |
|
| Reemul: | i am beside myself. omnipresent even.
|
| | *** | |
|
| Vagabond: | <DrklrdBob> Red...you're just...well...how can I put this
|
| | nicely...uh...dumb?
|
| Vagabond: | <DrklrdBob> Well...it's nicer than calling you a moron?
|
| Vagabond: | <RunningRed> You must have taken charisma lessons from kjaeros.
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| | *** | |
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| kjaeros: | I prefer to experience #edge vicariously
|
| | *** | |
|
| Reemul | nails the back of his wing to his forehead
|
| Reemul: | it blackens my soul
|
| kaurpin: | dude your soul is black
|
| | *** | |
|
| Grendel | sticks a pole into the Spiritual Singularity that was once Reemul.
|
| Grendel: | The pole quickly gets sucked in, never to return.
|
| Grendel: | Neat. :)
|
| Reemul | emits x-rays from his event horizon
|
| BlackPaws | wonders if this is a naked singularity, or if it's decent.
|
| Reemul: | buck nekkid baby! buck nekkid!
|
| Reemul | runs around without a towel
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | let's call it 'Hubert'.
|
| kaurpin: | i am a hubert, and so is kjaer
|
| kjaeros: | exactly. let's not beat about the bush; we're all huberts here
|
| | *** | |
|
| kaurpin: | reemul because she's a control freak who desperately wants to fit
|
| | into the mold of the lycanthrope
|
| kjaeros: | you should remind her that some lycanthropes are moldier than others
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | what do we have right now?
|
| kjaeros: | we have a bunch of people to whom being "were" is the coolest thing possible
|
| kjaeros: | we loathe these people because they are sheep.
|
| kjaeros: | as the community begins to fill with these people, so too do we begin to +loathe the community
|
| kjaeros: | shortly, loathing the community will be the coolest thing possible
|
| kjaeros: | and we will loathe these people still because they are yet sheep as ever
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | the problem is, there are at least two "communites"
|
| kjaeros: | one of which desires to not be involved with the other
|
| kjaeros: | the other desires to include both as one, or at least fails to recognize the
|
| | existence of a separate community
|
| kjaeros: | and even this second community is a community defined only by its separation
|
| | from the first
|
| | *** | |
|
| Sarah: | I suppose I almost feel I'm "pulling a Bender", in some ways. I love
|
| | the myths, the legends and lore of wereanimals. I like the non-fiction, I like
|
| | the crappy fiction, I like the silly movies. Perhaps the spiritual aspect
|
| | tends to get so overblown and taken so zealously and seriously that it takes
|
| | away from any
grain of truth.
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | six levels of cognitive learning, arranged by increasing order of complexity
|
| | and abstractness
|
| kjaeros: | knowledge, comprehension, application, analysis, synthesis, evaluation
|
| | *** | |
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| random: | where is the Y2K howl?
|
| kjaeros: | reykjavic
|
| kjaeros: | of course, that's an invite-only event
|
| kjaeros: | I'm doing something questionable by even mentioning it on channel
|
| kjaeros: | but there it is. I'm a questionable sort of fellow.
|
| Mokele: | winter in reykjavic? you don't need to worry about me gatecrashing.
|
| MudgeWolf | isn't even sure where that is, so I'm thinking the same
|
| Rusty | shrugs
|
| Rusty: | I wouldnt' want to be at a howl that would put thought into whether or
|
| | not to invite me.
|
| kjaeros: | and you'd go to one where just anybody could show up?
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| Mokele: | sure.
|
| kjaeros | is horrified
|
| Rusty: | Depends on who's going.
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| kjaeros: | see, rusty? my point exactly.
|
| Mokele: | if i don't like 'em, well, i won't need to be fed for a while <evil
|
| | grin>
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| kjaeros: | you don't need a howl to hang out with "just anybody". You need a mall.
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | It is possible to fool most of the people most of the time. THen you bring
|
| | the people you were unable to fool in on the joke.
|
| kjaeros: | I think this is probably how representative democracy works.
|
| | *** | |
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| Tratius: | <Tratius> Oh for god sake Red, lighten up
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| Tratius: | <RunningRed> I dont feel like arguing.
|
| Tratius: | <Wolfmage> you aint happy enough, Red
|
| Tratius: | <Wolfmage> what you need is an enema!
|
| Tratius: | <RunningRed> I have enough enemas. What I need are friends.
|
| Wolfmage | smirks
|
| kjaeros: | a carbonated enema
|
| kjaeros: | cherry 7*up or something
|
| kjaeros: | that ought to put a spring in his step
|
| Wolfmage: | and a fizzle somewhere else
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | with tongue in cheek, leaving more than enough room for both feet.
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | the myth of the lycanthropic brotherhood
|
| | *** | |
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| kjaeros: | I daresay #edge is public junior high school, to #folks' parochial school
|
| Reemul | laughs
|
| kjaeros: | different, but both equally defective.
|
| | *** | |
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| Reemul: | they had Typhoid Mary.. i'm Typo Reemul
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | I've figured what's disturbing about this psfg list and possibly furry
|
| | subculture
in general is that the things that people are inclined to say are
|
| | not unique in any way.
|
| kjaeros: | every single message from this list with the exception of three from the
|
| | administrators
could equally as well have been written by any other
|
| | subscriber.
|
| kjaeros | conjectures that this is due to the fact that there is nothing deep in any
way about furry subculture.
|
| kjaeros: | It is completely superficial
|
| | *** | |
|
| Ravenous: | night fokes I got schoolen tomarow
|
| Ravenous | has left channel #folks
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| kjaeros: | yeah, you wouldn't want to miss that.
|
| | *** | |
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| (kaurpin) | i really don't know the attitude this is going to be received with
|
| | but you sound enthusiastic
|
| (kjaeros) | that's fair
|
| (kaurpin) | enthusiastic, a little geekish, patriotic to your area..
|
| (kaurpin) | out to prove yourself by your past
|
| (kaurpin) | a little scary
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | imagine if there were no DoD, and if foreign heads of state all used Pokemon
|
| | cards instead.
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| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros | plays the No Beer Card and advances to wicket three.
|
| | *** | |
|
| mousepaws | offers Laura a waste of his time.. :/
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | for an amazingly complete example of what happens when you give an ignorant
|
| | and illiterate population a forum by which they can instantly communicate
|
| | with any other given illiterate and ignorant population, one has only to look
|
| | as far as USENET.
|
| | *** | |
|
| (Adric) | i am merely waiting for my friend, I have my reasons for secrecy
|
| (kjaeros) | then be secret off channel.
|
| Reemul: | tell him to set up a /notify, have a coke and a smile and shut the
|
| | fuck up.
|
| | *** | |
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| Ahri: | You may be surprised to know you've become the figure I compare other
|
| | bear type people to.
|
| Ahri: | It's unintentional, but I always catch myself doing it.
|
| kjaeros: | oh, hm. May I take that as a compliment?
|
| Ahri: | I think so.
|
| Ahri: | The head of our security department reminds me of you a great deal.
|
| | Same mannerism, same style, even looks like you down to the glasses and
|
| | beard. That got me thinking on it.
|
| Ahri: | Except he's much shorter and his hair is just a bit redder. :>
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros | offers pear parts
|
| boogi: | What parts?
|
| kjaeros: | well, let's see what I've got left.
|
| kjaeros: | there's.. ah.. some seeds.
|
| kjaeros: | and the stem! I've got the stem left.
|
| kjaeros: | it's a nice stem, too.
|
| kjaeros: | well.. a part of the stem, anyway.
|
| kjaeros: | let's see, here.
|
| kjaeros | adjusts his glasses
|
| kjaeros: | ah! here's a pear half! I nearly overlooked it.
|
| kjaeros: | you can have it, boogi.
|
| kjaeros | snickers
|
| kjaeros: | I'm going to have to remember this routine.
|
| kjaeros: | I can't wait until I have grandkids to use it on. (:
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | if you want brutal honesty, karath, the biggest problem with your "biging",
|
| | as you have described it, is that its superficial flaws are so bountiful that
|
| | they completely obscure its fundamental failings.
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | trøut!
|
| kjaeros: | nøtm00se
|
| kjaeros | is wired on four hostess ding-dongs and three cans of orange crush
|
| kjaeros | vibrates
|
| kjaeros | begins to glow
|
| kjaeros: | eeeEEEEE!
|
| kjaeros | tears around the channel and upsets a coffee table
|
| | *** | |
|
| Grendel: | Kjaeros: Yes, it's all theory. But just because it's all theory
|
| | doesn't mean they're all equally flawed.
|
| kjaeros: | depends on where you're standing, now doesn't it?
|
| kjaeros: | somebody standing at one of the corners of the eiffel tower, looking up, is
|
| | going to have a different view of the eiffel tower than somebody standing at
|
| | one of the faces.
|
| kjaeros: | even if that person standing at the face is looking up and not through the
|
| | arch, it's going to be a different view
|
| kjaeros: | it's still the same tower though
|
| kjaeros: | whether one theory is more flawed than another will depend an awful lot
|
| | upon within which framework you decide to look at the theories.
|
| | *** | |
|
| Grendel: | Kjaeros: Was your point more about categories, or about kids?
|
| kjaeros: | I don't know.
|
| kjaeros: | I've lost the ability to keep track of my points.
|
| kjaeros: | I've been winging it for the last hour and a half.
|
| | *** | |
|
| Reemul: | 'da-re ga he o-heta'.
|
| Reemul: | oh, wait, that's "pardon me for the gas i have passed or am about to
|
| | pass"
|
| | *** | |
|
| Ahri: | Thanks for the unasked for opinion. It's worthless to me, but
|
| | obviously highly regarded by you.
|
| | *** | |
|
| Reemul: | religion is emulation of the adult by the child.
|
| Reemul: | no truth about it.
|
| Reemul: | it's a paraphrase of a quote from Dune.
|
| | *** | |
|
| (kjaeros) | oh, you got a visitor
|
| (Grendel) | I think I'd rather have bubonic plague.
|
| | Pub: #talk RunningRed @Grendel
|
| | *** | |
|
| BlackPaws: | How goes, all?
|
| kjaeros | offers BP a heaven hotdog
|
| kjaeros: | eat one of these, and you'll be sure to be Saved
|
| BlackPaws | chuckles.
|
| BlackPaws: | What's on it?
|
| kjaeros: | they're prepared under rabbinical supervision, you know.
|
| Sylffor: | KJ: You meant 'heathen' not 'heaven', right?
|
| kjaeros: | gracious, no
|
| kjaeros: | these hotdogs are yhvh approved
|
| | *** | |
|
| Reemul: | oh hell no. i'm not going otu there.
|
| Reemul: | bear hung out out there.
|
| Reemul: | waaaay out.
|
| Reemul: | people were tripping it was so bad.
|
| Reemul: | sarah was playing jumprope.
|
| Reemul: | chaos! anarchy!
|
| Reemul | scampers
|
| | *** | |
|
| (kw) | and for the love of stuff, simplicity fell
|
| | *** | |
|
| W_Wabbit: | has a box of yodels...
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | cor
|
| kjaeros: | if _I_ had somebody to fiddle with _my_ hair..
|
| kjaeros: | I might not be such an old poop.
|
| Yennix: | Kj: can i have that in writing?;-)
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | familiarity is what keeps the channel together when all the novelty's left.
|
| | *** | |
|
| kw: | under Kiowa's new theorem reemul, you are now a llama
|
| Reemul: | damnit!
|
| kw | gives reemul a llama suit.. "put it on.."
|
| Reemul | grinds his beak fiercly
|
| Reemul | angrily puts on the llama suit
|
| Reemul: | my lawyer will hear about this.
|
| Reemul: | oh yes.
|
| Reemul: | YOU all will pay.
|
| Reemul | spits
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | anyway, good night or good morning depending on your particular cultural
|
| | bias and outlook on life
|
| | *** | |
|
| (kw) | i think all behaviour is conditioned, we're free to make choices, but the
|
| | choices are especially finite and they all derive ultimately and chaotically
|
| | from previous things
|
| (kjaeros) | that's pretty much it, all right
|
| (kw) | so it's not free will but at the same time free will
|
| (kjaeros) | just a different place to stand and look at the same thing
|
| (kw) | lovely little paradox
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | I sincerely hope I haven't hurt your feelings at all.
|
| (kjaeros) | I'll necessarily leave the "if you have any" unsaid
|
| Grendel: | Kjaeros: Nah. My feelings aren't hurt. I'm surprised you thought I
|
| | had any.
|
| | *** | |
|
| Kris: | That would make them the kjaleks.
|
| Kris: | What would they carry instead of plumbers' helpers, though?
|
| kjaeros: | salad shooters.
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | sometimes I think if it could be made to seem charismatic enough, you could
|
| | get half the Japanese population to voluntarily stop breathing
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | drat
|
| kjaeros: | if you were catholic, I could go to the diocese, but christians answer to no
|
| | higher power
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros | derails this train of thought as he sees its natural conclusion
|
| | being something on the order of hiding under the bed with a box of
|
| | tangerines until Thursday
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | apostrophe police
|
| kjaeros: | I'm afraid I'm going to have to shoot you, now.
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros | ponders the application of "teach me how to stop" as a pick-up line
|
| kjaeros | ponders the odds of a good looking skate chick being 'available'
|
| kjaeros: | hmmmmmm (:
|
| Reemul: | ooooh
|
| Reemul: | "hey there groovy skate chick... would you teach me to stop?"
|
| kjaeros: | "I'll trade you a lesson in stopping for a ride in my hot ferrari, baby.."
|
| kjaeros: | "get lost, creep."
|
| Reemul | snickers
|
| kjaeros: | ack! I can't even score with the women in my fantasies.
|
| kjaeros: | I need therapy. (:
|
| Kris | laughs.
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros | wonders if the moon could be considered a phallic symbol.
|
| Reemul: | kj, it probably is somewhere.
|
| kjaeros: | furthermore, I am recalling, against my will, an old thread from a CNet BBS
|
| | in my youth
|
| kjaeros: | "Immaculate Misconceptions"
|
| kjaeros: | with a message somewhere near the beginning asking something to the effect
|
| | of, "was it a miracle, or does God just have a really really long dick?"
|
| Reemul | laughs
|
| kjaeros: | I've got it!
|
| Vagabond | grins
|
| kjaeros: | everybody knows the power of the full moon, right?
|
| kjaeros: | mary must have slept naked outside on a Friday under a full moon. (:
|
| Vagabond: | ooo!
|
| kjaeros: | jesus was a werewolf
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | if someone knows where I've been, could they please write it down on a
|
| | postcard and mail it to: kjaeros, c/o the Venezuelan Post & Telecoms
|
| | Authority, Venezuela, 1CT B9W ?
|
| | *** | |
|
| Reemul | does the icky shuffle!
|
| | *** | |
|
| BlackPaws: | Mood swing? :>
|
| kjaeros | prefers the mood monkey-bars.
|
| | *** | |
|
| Reemul: | we're quite refined here.
|
| kjaeros: | not me. you know, I had to work mighty hard to resist the temptation to
|
| | shout "UNSUBSCIBE!" at wolf_bone, on several occasions
|
| Reemul | snickers
|
| kjaeros: | he wouldn't have seen the irony anyway
|
| Reemul: | probably not
|
| Reemul: | what's our so called scene coming to?
|
| kjaeros: | paste-eaters and nail-biters.
|
| | *** | |
|
| Ahri: | Reemul, you keep doing that and you'll freeze like that forever.
|
| | *** | |
|
| Wolflope: | i was also pretty wild for my own good, like i had some energy
|
| | source from inside that didnt quit
|
| kjaeros: | generally, ritalin is prescribed in such cases.
|
| | *** | |
|
| kw: | when you've finished flogging that dead horse, feel free to bugger it :)
|
| | *** | |
|
| Sarahmonster: | kj - I looked at that really fast and instead of bookbinding
|
| | paste I thought it said boobknobbing paste.
|
| kjaeros: | ack!
|
| kjaeros: | definitely not!
|
| Sarahmonster: | I guess I'm tired...
|
| kjaeros: | never use paste for knobbing boobs.
|
| kjaeros: | strictly boobknobbing tape.
|
| Sarahmonster: | >;-)
|
| kjaeros: | accept no substitutes.
|
| Reemul | falls into a fit of beavis and butthead chuckling
|
| Sarahmonster | giggles like a little girl
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | let's put it this way:
|
| kjaeros: | dress Mage up in gorilla suit, and he'd be indistinguishable from a guy in a
|
| | gorilla suit.
|
| (kjaeros) | it means nothing, but I find it sounds meaningful
|
| | *** | |
|
| Klandagi: | It would be great to know some others in the area, but I'm not sure
|
| | they're on the same level...
|
| kjaeros: | some of them aren't on any level at all.
|
| Klandagi: | LOL
|
| kjaeros: | some of them want to be off the wall
|
| kjaeros: | freak teens are made of this
|
| (kjaeros) | bad, bad, bad, bad.
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | I pissed off Winterdreamer once by reading Invisible Man. (:
|
| Leo: | I read Invisible Man by Ellison.
|
| Leo: | jinx.
|
| Ahri: | Why did that piss him off?
|
| kjaeros: | who knows?
|
| kjaeros: | maybe it didn't and I couldn't tell the difference.
|
| | *** | |
|
| Ahri: | Grey is the pain that gnaws at my left buttock.
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros | says nothing despite the terrible temptation to
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| | *** | |
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| Silverfur | ponders sucking Kj's brains out
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| kjaeros: | and replacing them with a recording which says, "where are my glasses" and
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| | "I don't understand" and "no, you may not have another cookie"?
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| | *** | |
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| kjaeros | amicably refrains from eating Ben's face
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| | *** | |
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| kjaeros: | I don't think I found out what 69 was until I was in college.
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| Ahri: | You're a special case.
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| kjaeros: | no, I'm a basket case, but thanks for being nice.
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| | *** | |
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| Dizzy | moomoos. Lactating.
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| Dizzy: | Er... no.
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| Dizzy: | My mistake, just a sloppy sneeze.
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| | *** | |
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| Ahri: | Imagine Thunderpaw, with the actial mentality of a nine year old who
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| | has just eaten 20 Snickers bars.
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| Ahri: | Also imagine me being able to type properly.
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| Reemul: | "imagine if you will... a world not of sight and sound, but of
|
| | typos... you've entered... the IRC zone"
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros | demonstrates his carnivorous proclivities on a bag of iced animal
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| | cookies
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| | *** | |
|
| Rustywook | demonstrates by the wave/particle duality that a moron can
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| | infiltrate any space by diffracting through any opening.
|
| | *** | |
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| BlackPaws | has left channel #folks
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| BlackPaws | (BlackPaws@sea-pm3-4-p89.wolfenet.com) has joined channel #folks
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| BlackPaws: | Whoops.
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| Dream: | No, no whoops allowed, you left, now you have to stay gone. >:)
|
| kjaeros | laughs
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| kjaeros: | object lesson!
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| | *** | |
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| Trikster: | You keep saying that word. I do not think it means what you think
|
| | it means.
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| | *** | |
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| kjaeros: | maybe their distress moves further down the gastrointestinal tract..
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| kjaeros: | "Shrek 2: the Farting"
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| | *** | |
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| Trikster: | I've heard such rave reviews.
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| Trikster: | That's not sarcasm.
|
| kjaeros: | ask anybody I've fed
|
| kjaeros | sticks his tongue out at Teeq.
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| kjaeros: | Fine then, have your nasty old "Black Angus".
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| kjaeros: | see if I ever offer to make you asparagus ever again
|
| kjaeros: | (;<
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| Trikster: | I would look forward to your fine cuis--
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| Trikster | ROTFL.
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| | *** | |
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| Reemul: | ohh. fushnickens. he really is juggling three tuna cans.
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| Reemul: | groovy!
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| Ahri_: | You had doubts?
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| Reemul: | i did!
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| Reemul: | i had doubts!
|
| Reemul: | the veracity was questioned!
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| Reemul: | i am a changed boid!
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| Reemul: | i have seen the light!
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| BlackPaws: | Suspicions were raised!
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| Reemul: | they were!
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| BlackPaws: | Now *that* I doubt.
|
| Reemul: | blackpaws knows!
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| Reemul: | he doubted too!
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| Reemul: | he told me in secret and deliberate messages that he felt there were
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| | perpetrations going on
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| Reemul: | i was shocked!
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| Reemul: | dismayed!
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| | *** | |
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| kjaeros: | oh, wait..
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| kjaeros: | I've got a cashew I can sweeten the deal with.
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| kjaeros: | well.. a part of a cashew.
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| kjaeros: | bits of a part of a cashew, anyway
|
| kjaeros: | they're here on my shirt
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| kjaeros: | let me just gather them together...
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| kjaeros: | oh, darn, these ones fell on the floor
|
| kjaeros: | robert had dog doo on his shoe when he walked there yesterday, but apart
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| | from that the floor is clean
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| kjaeros: | you should be fine, anyway
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| | *** | |
|
| Ahri | wonders who posted to the newsgroup as "ElectricDogPolisher."
|
| kjaeros: | the dog polisher is waaay old-school
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros | plays the minute waltz on a burning piano in 0:53 with one hand while
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| | standing on his head
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| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | I got paged on the way home and had to join a conference call.
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| Dream: | kj... Phone sex again? When will you learn?
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| kjaeros: | learn? learn what?
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| kjaeros: | that if I want to pay my rent I have to answer calls in the car?
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| kjaeros: | if robert found out he'd hate me forever
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| Dream: | 1-900-HOT-BEAR ?
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| kjaeros: | as if you didn't already know, you naughty wolf. (;<
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| | *** | |
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| Dream: | Now is the time on Schprockets when we dance!
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| | *** | |
|
| Ahri: | grumpy.
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| kjaeros: | I'm flattered that you noticed.
|
| Ahri: | don't mention it.
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| kjaeros: | thanks for taking an interest in my life
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| | *** | |
|
| Ahri: | There was some bug floating in my apple juice, but I didn't realize it
|
| | until I'd already started to swallow.
|
| kjaeros: | tasty!
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| kjaeros: | nutritious!
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| kjaeros | envies
|
| Ahri: | It may have been, I'm not too sure what it was.
|
| kjaeros: | a big hairy spider!
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| Ahri: | I loathe spiders.
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| kjaeros: | spiders are crunchy!
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| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros | wields a bat
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| kjaeros | has a Basil Fawlty moment
|
| | *** | |
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| kjaeros: | I sneak about as well as an armoured infantry division.
|
| Sarah | squeezies the stealth bear
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros | rampages, looking for concealed fishie
|
| | *** | |
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| (kjaeros) | the bar is so low that dwarves are doing the limbo under it..
|
| | and yet.. somebody always wants to knock it down another notch.
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros | thinks he's coming down with something
|
| kjaeros: | maybe a detached retina.
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| kjaeros: | or perhaps acute hairloss on my tonsils.
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| | *** | |
|
| Ahri: | What I mean is we wouldn't have to worry about you coming on here and
|
| | crying your fear of dying of aids or something because you whomped some
|
| | woman and now have an itchy pee-pee.
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| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros | scritches a mane for lack of any more meaningful social contact
|
| kjaeros: | yes, and happy birthday.
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| kjaeros: | I brought you a.. um..
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| kjaeros: | an.. I brought you this half a banana.
|
| Dream | gives Leo a nice squeeky toy.
|
| kjaeros | marks the occasion in his calendar for future reference
|
| Daemon | shreds documents into little bits of confetti
|
| Leo | grins. "thank you all."
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| | *** | |
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| Sarah | runs off with Ree's toga
|
| | *** | |
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| Darvian: | kjaeros, may I interrupt you with a question?
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| kjaeros: | you just did.
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| | *** | |
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| kjaeros: | I'd do a strip tease, too, but I'm already naked.
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros | always looks svelte and in command of his being
|
| kjaeros: | just ask ahri
|
| bigBadWolf: | she's not here
|
| kjaeros: | no?
|
| | Pub: #folks @bigBadWolf @WindKing @TNO @Ipequey @Leo @Panther @kjaeros
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| | @BlackPaws @Reemul
|
| kjaeros: | hey, where'd she go?
|
| kjaeros: | and why is there a lingering odour of brimstone?
|
| bigBadWolf: | sorry thats me
|
| bigBadWolf: | i had tacos
|
| kjaeros: | oh, man, did you let one go?
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| kjaeros: | you did, didn't you?
|
| bigBadWolf: | didn't think anyone would notice
|
| kjaeros: | man, if you're going to do that, go do it on #werenet or something.
|
| | *** | |
|
| Dubhe | imagines sleeping all night in the garden.
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| kjaeros: | dubhe: you'd better imagine some longjohns too
|
| | *** | |
|
| Sarah: | It means if I wrote her and claimed to be a fifty-foot purple scrotum
|
| | with a daisy for a goatee,she would have to believe it.
|
| | *** | |
|
| Crosschec: | Lessee... Hand pounce, do not tumble, 100% floofable.
|
| | *** | |
|
| Trikster | blows up a balloon and rubs it on kj.
|
| kjaeros | sticks to the ceiling
|
| kjaeros: | wah!
|
| kjaeros: | what sort of balloon was that?
|
| Trikster: | ACME brand.
|
| kjaeros: | very funny. now get me down.
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| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros | hunts the wiley english muffin in its natural habitat... my kitchen.
|
| ocicat | helps kajeros- LOOK OUT, HE'S MAKING A RUN FUR THE PANTRY!
|
| Rustywook: | Definate omnivore.
|
| kjaeros | returns with crumbs in his beard and still-warm blackberry preserves
|
| | dripping off his chin.
|
| kjaeros | roars mightily, the king of all hunters!
|
| SuperJay | licks all teh jam and crumbs off of kj's beard
|
| kjaeros: | eep?
|
| kjaeros | grumbles something about scavengers
|
| SuperJay: | hehehe
|
| | *** | |
|
| Leo: | droolkitty has joined us. try to contain your enthusiasm.
|
| Dream: | Where's the confetti?
|
| Ahri: | I used it all.
|
| kjaeros | bottles his enthusiasm in an origami paper cup he folded out of one
|
| | of the leftover bits of confetti
|
| | *** | |
|
| Polar: | how goes the glorious revolution?
|
| kjaeros: | the revolution can eat shit. I'm busy being grumpy.
|
| Polar | tosses a bottle of gin to kj
|
| Polar: | maybe this will help?
|
| kjaeros | feeds it to his roommate's ficus.
|
| kjaeros: | thanks, I feel better already.
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | and this other article I read in a magazine once said that nine out of every
|
| | fourteen people preferred waxing their tonsils to looking at wolves.
|
| | *** | |
|
| (Brokken) | Obviously your oppinion doesn't count, because it differs from mine.
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros | advances imperceptibly on Ipequey
|
| BlackPaws: | If it's imperceptible, how come we just percieved it? :)
|
| kjaeros: | parallax error.
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | spoken with the conviction and clarity of someone trying to improve a life
|
| | other than her own.
|
| | *** | |
|
| Ahri: | But gawddamn. What'd they do, saw you in half?
|
| BlackPaws: | At least we know where to slice if we really need to open him back
|
| | up again...
|
| Reemul | flexes his pecs to make mis chestface smirk
|
| kjaeros: | flip top.. top!
|
| Reemul: | pretty much.
|
| BlackPaws: | Shoulda just gotten a Reach lung brush.
|
| | *** | |
|
| BlackPaws: | "Side effects are generally mild and include swelling, dizziness,
|
| | blurred vision, hair loss, heart palpitations, organ rejection, and male
|
| | pregnancy."
|
| | *** | |
|
| Sarah | plantains kj
|
| | *** | |
|
| Leo: | It may take a village to raise a child, but it only takes one lion to
|
| | eat it.
|
| | *** | |
|
| Leo: | well that was the impression we wanted to foster, but in a joking way.
|
| | and MOST people had a clue. but dumbass fell out of the stupid tree and hit
|
| | every branch on the way down, apparently.
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros | wrestles out a garbled 'mew'.
|
| BlackPaws: | "Mew"?
|
| Reemul: | kjaeros ate a kittten.
|
| | *** | |
|
| Reemul: | although these days, it's "mad loot, no"
|
| | *** | |
|
| Leo: | you still get the trophy for making her hiss.
|
| Reemul: | it wans't my fault!
|
| Leo: | oh, crap. you did it, you enjoyed it, you reveled in it.
|
| Reemul: | did not, would not, could not.
|
| Reemul: | i was innocently walking across the living room when she hissed at
|
| | me.
|
| Leo: | and that might be a believable story, had the source of your locomotion
|
| | been your walking, and not your own jet propulsion.
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | if I could make eighteen point blinking marlett bold text on IRC, I would
|
| | use it to set "SMASH" and say that's what Leo would do to you.
|
| | *** | |
|
| WindKing: | The ash is that one must suffer, that one that corrodes it
|
| | with my license of the later part of the part of the left.
|
| kjaeros | does a double-take
|
| WindKing: | http://www.tashian.com/multibabel/
|
| kjaeros: | meta-memorable-moment!
|
| kjaeros: | .o(memorable meta-moment?)
|
| | *** | |
|
| Reemul: | hot ass ramen.
|
| Reemul: | with spices that came from the bark of a tree that had been used as
|
| | the pissing post of 10 generations of dogs.
|
| Leo: | again, you see the leonine wisdom. *I* did not eat the hot ass ramen.
|
| | but Reemul said, "hook me up!" and the pain is still with him today.
|
| | *** | |
|
| Daemon | creates thunder
|
| droolkitty | hisses
|
| Reemul: | see!
|
| WindKing | dies laughing
|
| Daemon: | hehe. I made droolkitty cry
|
| Leo: | she didn't cry. she hissed. she's going to SMASH.
|
| | *** | |
|
| (kjaeros) | I should be packing and cleaning instead of sitting here.
|
| (kjaeros) | but I don't want to.
|
| (SabreLion) | And your father will kill you.
|
| (kjaeros) | damn, I hadn't thought of that.
|
| (SabreLion) | You == DEAD Ber.
|
| kjaeros | tries to think if he could settle for that
|
| (kjaeros) | I think I might be able to make it work. The dead thing, I
|
| | mean.
|
| (SabreLion) | I don't think so.
|
| (SabreLion) | I don't think it's practical.
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | heh. "when you're up to your ass in alligators, it's hard to remember you
|
| | were supposed to be cleaning out the swamp."
|
| | *** | |
|
| (Womble) | nods. It's the usual story of me not minding being furry but having
|
| | trouble relating to the majority of people who are also drawn to the idea.
|
| | *** | |
|
| Ipequey: | its gonna be bitchin when its workin :)
|
| SnowSpectre: | and you'll be bitchin when it ain't ^_^
|
| | *** | |
|
| Ipequey: | I actually went down to Leo's this afternoon to remove all the
|
| | flyers from his house..and lo and behold..there was a sum total of ZERO
|
| Ipequey: | I opened the front door and Droolkitty was like hell yeah, let me
|
| | in...to which the door was shut in her face.
|
| BlackPaws: | Flyers?
|
| Reemul: | poor droolkitty
|
| Reemul: | bp, yeah, the gobs of flyers he gets that might lead the residents of
|
| | cracktown and lamar to bust into his place and rearrange all his lion
|
| | plushies.
|
| | *** | |
|
| Leo: | so the chorizo is unobtainable because you're a big doofus?
|
| | *** | |
|
| Ahri | had a friend who had to get fitted for a wetsuit, because she was
|
| | jumping off an iceberg into the ocean for the queen of England.
|
| Ahri: | With her dog.
|
| kjaeros | blinks at Ahri
|
| Reemul: | did the dog get a wetsuit?
|
| Ahri: | No, the dog was a Newfoundland.
|
| kjaeros: | that explains everything.
|
| | *** | |
|
| Ahri: | fat fre!!
|
| | *** | |
|
| Ahri | blinks and looks down at the beetle that just landed on the number
|
| | seven key.
|
| | [hours pass]
|
| Ahri: | What is this, a bug collection?
|
| Ahri: | A moth and some tiny green bug joined the beetle.
|
| | *** | |
|
| Dream: | Alas, Reemul can not counter with the almighty Reemuljuice...
|
| | Otterbitch advances to level 3, Raven... nevermore.
|
| | *** | |
|
| WindKing: | Unfortunately the damage is already done at 'overflow
|
| | womanhandling'.. the mental image of kj lying on the floor looking up
|
| | expectantly at the edge of the bed.. when THE OOZE seeps over the edge onto
|
| | him like the blob
|
| | *** | |
|
| Reemul: | that'd be like me being a were-kjaeros
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | well, you know what they say, a penis in the hand...
|
| Daemon: | ...is the story of my life?
|
| | *** | |
|
| grey: | Night folks, the tranqs are kicking in now
|
| Signoff: | grey (Zzzzz)
|
| BlackPaws | hides the tranq gun.
|
| | *** | |
|
| (kjaeros) | how's by you?
|
| (Penh) | OK, I guess.
|
| (kjaeros) | you guess?
|
| (Penh) | Yup.
|
| (kjaeros) | if I gave you a nickel, could you buy some certainty? (:
|
| | *** | |
|
| Reemul | lends kj his ear
|
| kjaeros: | oooh
|
| kjaeros: | a raven's ear.
|
| Reemul: | it's maaaaaaagic
|
| kjaeros | uses it to pirate cable TV!
|
| Reemul: | it slices, it dices.. it pirates cable?
|
| Reemul: | huh
|
| Reemul: | go figure
|
| geistbear: | not too mention how it's copying itself across the internet
|
| | *** | |
|
| Vagabond: | Somewhere in the flicker of a badly tuned TV set is the background
|
| | radiation from the Big Bang.
|
| | *** | |
|
| geistbear: | Ich verstephen alles
|
| kjaeros | giggles
|
| kjaeros: | if it was all verstephen, what'd you give to paul? (;
|
| | *** | |
|
| Sarah: | Guys, I want you to know... I love dearly.
|
| Sarah: | love YOU.
|
| Sarah: | >;-)
|
| kjaeros: | sometimes it can't go without saying.
|
| Sarah | gives kj a jolly good loving squeeze
|
| | *** | |
|
| Vagabond: | um... Sarah, as you *well* know, there are peaks and lulls in
|
| | everyones life.. unfortunately, when we think about these periods we never
|
| | ever concentrate on the meloncholy middle points between. There is a reason
|
| | for that. The mind (especially one that tends to eat mice ;)), functions
|
| | best when its environ is flowing, changing or moving in some way, any way.
|
| | But as much as life calls out this way, life is never complete witho
|
| Vagabond: | stagnation. It gives us the chance to step back and take a
|
| | breather, to evaluate what we've done and what we've got coming. HOWEVER, as
|
| | good and nessicary as these things are, just like your vegetables, sometimes
|
| | theres more on your plate than you want.
|
| | *** | |
|
| Osoloco: | Sarah - True... I read a lot of them, and it's like... "Today I
|
| | jacked off... I'm planning to do the same tomorrow. My work sucks. My
|
| | friend is a backstabbing psychopath. My boyfriend called, and talked to me
|
| | for like, 20 minutes, and then I had some fries."
|
| kjaeros: | Oso: holy moly, that's it! that's the entirety of the LJ experience, right
|
| | there.
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | thank God I have no pride, or else my life would be one constant
|
| | embarrassment. (;<
|
| | *** | |
|
| Crimson: | I enjoy how in this picture, everyon is at Sarah's, staring at the
|
| | computer screen...
|
| Crimson: | What're you all looking at? <:)
|
| Sarah: | Crim - porn. Cactus on Elm porn.
|
| Sarah: | Hardcore.
|
| Crimson: | Riiiight... ;)
|
| Sarah: | Not as stimulating as Ash or Willow porn, but hey.
|
| | *** | |
|
| BlackPaws | writes a letter to the President demanding he stop this war of
|
| | propaganda against... me.
|
| kjaeros: | good idea
|
| vagabond: | it wont work
|
| vagabond: | he hates you
|
| | *** | |
|
| BlackPaws: | Sometimes I think computers have a secret area where they archive
|
| | all their nastiest lockups so they can share with other computers to laugh
|
| | at.
|
| | *** | |
|
| BlackPaws: | The best quote I've seen from a news story in quite a while: "No
|
| | arrest was made because there's nothing illegal about tackling a deer."
|
| | *** | |
|
| (Womble) | That's it. Furries are officially declared not worth hanging out with
|
| | unless they prove to be properly interesting.
|
| (Womble) | Begone i am from #fursuit. Forsooth.
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | she fell pray to one of the classic blunders.
|
| kjaeros: | the first is never get involved in a land war in Asia.
|
| kjaeros: | less well known, but equally imporatant is this:
|
| kjaeros: | never go in with a bear when dinner is on the line!
|
| | *** | |
|
| BlackPaws | can travel 250-260 miles on one tank of gas (commuting)... Not
|
| | sure if that's good or not. :)
|
| Mode | change "+o kjaeros" on channel #folks by BlackPaws
|
| kjaeros: | in your car?
|
| kjaeros: | that's about a half a tank's worth of travel in your car.
|
| BlackPaws: | No, on my flying carpet. I'm thinking of getting the fringe
|
| | overhauled to boost mileage.
|
| kjaeros: | that was uncharacteristically sarcastic of you.
|
| Leo | lol
|
| BlackPaws: | It's not often I get an opening that big. Especially from one as
|
| | skilled as you, kj.
|
| | *** | |
|
| Shea | thrpts
|
| TNO: | sounds kinda like you blew a tire there
|
| TNO: | i mean, if tires made thrpty noises instead of "bang"
|
| kjaeros | afks for a cup of gnilk
|
| kjaeros: | pardon me, I'm feeling a little thrpty all of a sudden.
|
| | *** | |
|
| vagabond: | understandable typo, the keys for "la" and "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh
|
| | Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn, Iä! Iä! Cthulhu fhtagn!" are like, right
|
| | next to eachother
|
| | *** | |
|
| kjaeros: | I should've gotten one of those shirts at PRIDE.
|
| TNO: | what shirt?
|
| kjaeros: | "Strong enough for a man, but made for a woman"!
|
| Dream: | Would the lesbian that sold it to you have been terribly pleased?
|
| kjaeros: | of course not!
|
| Dream: | "You can't buy that, you're not a woman." 'It's for my mom.'
|
| | *** | |
|
| Leo | pffffts.
|
| Leo: | lie to yourself if you must, but don't lie to me. :)
|
| | *** | |
|
| (BlackPaws) | I felt so good about getting the paperwork that I got some lottery |
| | tickets just to see if my luck would hold. ;)
|
| (kjaeros) | lol (: |
| (kjaeros) | last week I felt so lucky I bought TWO. |
| (kjaeros) | I hope your luck plays out better than mine did |
| (kjaeros) | I got one number, no numbers, one number, and none, in that order |
| | which I think is binary for "LOSER" |
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| | *** kjaeros (~bear@sense-sea-focal-dynamic-1-46.oz.net) has joined channel #folks |
| | *** Users on #folks: kjaeros @hHp @Ravenous @Shea @Tib |
| | *** #folks 1072355635 |
| kjaeros: | make a joyous noise! |
| | *** Signoff: hHp (Ping timeout) |
| kjaeros: | not quite what I had in mind. |
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| geistbear: | treecat has the diet Frump, just one calorie |
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| BlackPaws: | So what're ya up to? |
| kjaeros: | listening to npr |
| kjaeros: | cooking raviolis |
| kjaeros: | lusting after sinful pleasures of the flesh |
| BlackPaws: | Mmmm, sinful pleasures of the flesh... |
| BlackPaws: | Though your idea of it and mine do, I admit, differ greatly. |
| kjaeros: | I didn't know you were left handed. |
| BlackPaws: | I'm about as left handed as the Dread Pirate Roberts. |
| kjaeros: | then what's diff... ooOOooh. |
| kjaeros: | never mind. |
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| kjaeros | blinks and misreads an auction listing as "printer farts" |
| Ahri: | Those sure waste a lot of ink. |
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| kjaeros: | I just ride this bus, Jackson. |
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| Mister_Argent: | Born too late for high seas piracy, born too early for space piracy, |
| | born just in time to buy black market grilled cheese off the dark web |