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I have decided to set my computer up on a table in my front room - rather than on the coffee table where I can't really comfortably use the keyboard or the mouse.

I hope that these boring and uninteresting changes in my until now undescribed furniture arrangements will boost my ability to actually focus long enough to both read and occasionally respond to a forum.

I fear it may just unlock (by eldritch patterns mis-serendipitously arranged by my inner warlock) the wrath of a thousand thousand daemons who have been bound beneath the very earth upon which my personal tin can has been placed.

As a man of science I believe the latter to be far more likely...

Place computer on floor.

Put shoe on head.

This is the only correct method.

That explains it. I forgot to put the fucking shoe on head.

 :argh!:

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You can't fool me. It's Open Bar all the way down.

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**Rolls by amongst the tumble weeds, makes no comment - but pulls a championship winning gurn, exits stage right still pretending to be a tumbleweed and not to be heard from for another 13 months**

Because see, even our fallow periods are filled with existentially pleasing oddness.

Something in my guts tells me that the drought is over, and when it rains it pours.

By guts only know how to speak in old sayings lately it seems.
No more Myth-O's cereal for me..

Stuff and nonsense. I'm not gonna pour on anything. I pinkie promise! No bodily fluids leaking out of me, here!

But without the life giving germ of the sky gods all is lost! :eek:

also... what you said made me think of the post flood promise of God in Genesis.
The rainbow being just a pinkie promise.. oh boy.

Don't rag on Old Testament God. He was only trying to have a good time, and we kept fucking it up. We drove him to it.

New Testament God is fair game though. Fuck that guy. And his hippie Son.

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I have decided to set my computer up on a table in my front room - rather than on the coffee table where I can't really comfortably use the keyboard or the mouse.

I hope that these boring and uninteresting changes in my until now undescribed furniture arrangements will boost my ability to actually focus long enough to both read and occasionally respond to a forum.

I fear it may just unlock (by eldritch patterns mis-serendipitously arranged by my inner warlock) the wrath of a thousand thousand daemons who have been bound beneath the very earth upon which my personal tin can has been placed.

As a man of science I believe the latter to be far more likely...

Welcome back, Payne!

Why hello there!

 :eek:

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**Rolls by amongst the tumble weeds, makes no comment - but pulls a championship winning gurn, exits stage right still pretending to be a tumbleweed and not to be heard from for another 13 months**

Because see, even our fallow periods are filled with existentially pleasing oddness.

Something in my guts tells me that the drought is over, and when it rains it pours.

By guts only know how to speak in old sayings lately it seems.
No more Myth-O's cereal for me..

Stuff and nonsense. I'm not gonna pour on anything. I pinkie promise! No bodily fluids leaking out of me, here!

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So, I have a week-long assignment starting Monday.

IN PHEONIX.   :argh!:

You work for some twisted, soulless, bastards.

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I have decided to set my computer up on a table in my front room - rather than on the coffee table where I can't really comfortably use the keyboard or the mouse.

I hope that these boring and uninteresting changes in my until now undescribed furniture arrangements will boost my ability to actually focus long enough to both read and occasionally respond to a forum.

I fear it may just unlock (by eldritch patterns mis-serendipitously arranged by my inner warlock) the wrath of a thousand thousand daemons who have been bound beneath the very earth upon which my personal tin can has been placed.

As a man of science I believe the latter to be far more likely...

Well Cainad just started a new project, so you're right on time.

Cool.

Does it involve weasels and pance, or does it have to be adapted to accommodate them?

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I have decided to set my computer up on a table in my front room - rather than on the coffee table where I can't really comfortably use the keyboard or the mouse.

I hope that these boring and uninteresting changes in my until now undescribed furniture arrangements will boost my ability to actually focus long enough to both read and occasionally respond to a forum.

I fear it may just unlock (by eldritch patterns mis-serendipitously arranged by my inner warlock) the wrath of a thousand thousand daemons who have been bound beneath the very earth upon which my personal tin can has been placed.

As a man of science I believe the latter to be far more likely...

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**Rolls by amongst the tumble weeds, makes no comment - but pulls a championship winning gurn, exits stage right still pretending to be a tumbleweed and not to be heard from for another 13 months**

Because see, even our fallow periods are filled with existentially pleasing oddness.


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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: Spagbook
« on: December 25, 2014, 09:04:52 pm »
Just remembered the first time I met you, IRL   :eek: :oops:

I remember that day pretty well too. That whole weekend was a fucking blast. Trip and I had crashed under some cricket ground seating in Stockbridge and then wandered up to meet pix at the bus station. I then decided to run over to my friends place and grab a shower and change of clothes. Trip was crashed the fuck out when I got back, just in time for her to emerge from the coach. An overactive bundle of almost entirely disturbingly sober, breasts, that feeling you get after the end of an overnight coach trip and breasts.

I've been mesmerised ever since.

The immediate call for rum, chai, smoke and more booze only helped seal the deal.

PAYNE!

HE HATH RISEN!

Oh fuck, they spotted me! BEAM ME UP!

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: Spagbook
« on: December 25, 2014, 05:35:10 pm »
Just remembered the first time I met you, IRL   :eek: :oops:

I remember that day pretty well too. That whole weekend was a fucking blast. Trip and I had crashed under some cricket ground seating in Stockbridge and then wandered up to meet pix at the bus station. I then decided to run over to my friends place and grab a shower and change of clothes. Trip was crashed the fuck out when I got back, just in time for her to emerge from the coach. An overactive bundle of almost entirely disturbingly sober, breasts, that feeling you get after the end of an overnight coach trip and breasts.

I've been mesmerised ever since.

The immediate call for rum, chai, smoke and more booze only helped seal the deal.

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Shit Alty I just caught this conversation. I'm sorry to hear of your rough times.

Thanks. I will be all right.

You had better be, young man!

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: Lucid Dreaming.
« on: December 27, 2013, 09:09:10 pm »
I don't wanna fuck around with dreams anyway. At worst case that's basically the same as fucking around with your computers filing mechanism when you have no idea what you're doing.

Yeah, if dreams are your brain's way of taking out the trash, why the fuck would you monkey with it?

Odds are, you'll just wind up with the trashman on strike and your head full of garbage.

It would start leaking out your various orifices in a glompy manner.

It would not look 'smart casual' at all.

My neighbors already make signs against the evil eye when I walk out of my house.  No need to push things.

Um, well, yes...Actually there's a real need to push things.  But not with some pseudo-Zen woo.

"Push things with your truck, not your mind"

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: Lucid Dreaming.
« on: December 27, 2013, 09:06:41 pm »
I don't wanna fuck around with dreams anyway. At worst case that's basically the same as fucking around with your computers filing mechanism when you have no idea what you're doing.

Yeah, if dreams are your brain's way of taking out the trash, why the fuck would you monkey with it?

Odds are, you'll just wind up with the trashman on strike and your head full of garbage.

It would start leaking out your various orifices in a glompy manner.

It would not look 'smart casual' at all.

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: Lucid Dreaming.
« on: December 27, 2013, 09:03:25 pm »
I don't wanna fuck around with dreams anyway. At worst case that's basically the same as fucking around with your computers filing mechanism when you have no idea what you're doing.

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