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Re: Notes on Being the Villain, part I
« Reply #60 on: April 05, 2012, 06:14:54 pm »
FBF came up with a great term for him; ponytail misogynist.

I think it pretty much says it all.

Just like we have ponytail grave robbers.   :lulz:
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, shattered underpance lies,
With blown elastic, and exploded back,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Doktor Howl, Spag of Spags:
Look on my ass, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

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Re: Notes on Being the Villain, part I
« Reply #61 on: April 05, 2012, 06:18:01 pm »
FBF came up with a great term for him; ponytail misogynist.

I think it pretty much says it all.

Just like we have ponytail grave robbers.   :lulz:

OK, this you need to explain.  :lol:
Im guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk, Charles Wick said. It was very complicated.


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Re: Notes on Being the Villain, part I
« Reply #62 on: April 05, 2012, 06:22:43 pm »
FBF came up with a great term for him; ponytail misogynist.

I think it pretty much says it all.

Just like we have ponytail grave robbers.   :lulz:

OK, this you need to explain.  :lol:

Thought I did.  We have these neo-hippies, you know the kind:  55-ish, pony tail, shorts, sandals.  They walk around in the desert looking for Indian graves (this place is FULL of ancient graves), so they can steal someone's bits, polish them up, and sell them under the table at the gem show in February.

I knew one guy who does this.  I asked him why the fuck this would EVER be acceptable, and he mumbled something about "getting in touch with his heritage".

"YOU'RE 100% ENGLISH, FUCKTARD!  YOU HAVE NO HERITAGE.  YOU'RE A FUCKING GHOUL!"

He doesn't speak to me, anymore, which upsets me to no end.
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, shattered underpance lies,
With blown elastic, and exploded back,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Doktor Howl, Spag of Spags:
Look on my ass, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

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Re: Notes on Being the Villain, part I
« Reply #63 on: April 05, 2012, 06:25:35 pm »
Maybe he comes from a long line of ghouls. Probably stole heads off the spikes of London Bridge or something.
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Re: Notes on Being the Villain, part I
« Reply #64 on: April 05, 2012, 06:26:41 pm »
Maybe he comes from a long line of ghouls. Probably stole heads off the spikes of London Bridge or something.

I just had this vision of some hippie with a bag in his hand and a hacksaw, waiting for the tide to go out at Traitor's Gate.

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I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, shattered underpance lies,
With blown elastic, and exploded back,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Doktor Howl, Spag of Spags:
Look on my ass, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

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Re: Notes on Being the Villain, part I
« Reply #65 on: April 05, 2012, 06:34:10 pm »
Maybe he comes from a long line of ghouls. Probably stole heads off the spikes of London Bridge or something.

I just had this vision of some hippie with a bag in his hand and a hacksaw, waiting for the tide to go out at Traitor's Gate.

 :lulz:

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Re: Notes on Being the Villain, part I
« Reply #66 on: April 05, 2012, 06:48:22 pm »
I love when hippies brits and canadians think just because they're not americans that means they're culturally richer than we.

Silly white people, you're white people!

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Re: Notes on Being the Villain, part I
« Reply #67 on: April 05, 2012, 09:58:24 pm »
Really? Only those five? I see you more as a truck full of nitroglycerine, hurtling down the highway with no breaks and a madman at the wheel. I can't tell whether people get blown up because they cut you off, or because you rammed into their fender, and it doesn't matter because I just want to survive until my exit.

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Re: Notes on Being the Villain, part I
« Reply #68 on: April 05, 2012, 10:48:54 pm »
FBF came up with a great term for him; ponytail misogynist.

I think it pretty much says it all.

Just like we have ponytail grave robbers.   :lulz:

OK, this you need to explain.  :lol:

Thought I did.  We have these neo-hippies, you know the kind:  55-ish, pony tail, shorts, sandals.  They walk around in the desert looking for Indian graves (this place is FULL of ancient graves), so they can steal someone's bits, polish them up, and sell them under the table at the gem show in February.

I knew one guy who does this.  I asked him why the fuck this would EVER be acceptable, and he mumbled something about "getting in touch with his heritage".

"YOU'RE 100% ENGLISH, FUCKTARD!  YOU HAVE NO HERITAGE.  YOU'RE A FUCKING GHOUL!"

He doesn't speak to me, anymore, which upsets me to no end.

Oh yeah, those guys. I forget about them because the concept is so debased.
Im guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk, Charles Wick said. It was very complicated.


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Re: Notes on Being the Villain, part I
« Reply #69 on: April 05, 2012, 11:06:46 pm »
Really? Only those five? I see you more as a truck full of nitroglycerine, hurtling down the highway with no breaks and a madman at the wheel. I can't tell whether people get blown up because they cut you off, or because you rammed into their fender, and it doesn't matter because I just want to survive until my exit.

Today, a colleague accused me of having mood swings.

Can you imagine that?
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, shattered underpance lies,
With blown elastic, and exploded back,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Doktor Howl, Spag of Spags:
Look on my ass, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

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Re: Notes on Being the Villain, part I
« Reply #70 on: April 05, 2012, 11:07:25 pm »
FBF came up with a great term for him; ponytail misogynist.

I think it pretty much says it all.

Just like we have ponytail grave robbers.   :lulz:

OK, this you need to explain.  :lol:

Thought I did.  We have these neo-hippies, you know the kind:  55-ish, pony tail, shorts, sandals.  They walk around in the desert looking for Indian graves (this place is FULL of ancient graves), so they can steal someone's bits, polish them up, and sell them under the table at the gem show in February.

I knew one guy who does this.  I asked him why the fuck this would EVER be acceptable, and he mumbled something about "getting in touch with his heritage".

"YOU'RE 100% ENGLISH, FUCKTARD!  YOU HAVE NO HERITAGE.  YOU'RE A FUCKING GHOUL!"

He doesn't speak to me, anymore, which upsets me to no end.

Oh yeah, those guys. I forget about them because the concept is so debased.

Sort of like when Victorian era people ate mummy dust as a tonic.
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, shattered underpance lies,
With blown elastic, and exploded back,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Doktor Howl, Spag of Spags:
Look on my ass, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

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Re: Notes on Being the Villain, part I
« Reply #71 on: April 05, 2012, 11:45:54 pm »
FBF came up with a great term for him; ponytail misogynist.

I think it pretty much says it all.

Just like we have ponytail grave robbers.   :lulz:

OK, this you need to explain.  :lol:

Thought I did.  We have these neo-hippies, you know the kind:  55-ish, pony tail, shorts, sandals.  They walk around in the desert looking for Indian graves (this place is FULL of ancient graves), so they can steal someone's bits, polish them up, and sell them under the table at the gem show in February.

I knew one guy who does this.  I asked him why the fuck this would EVER be acceptable, and he mumbled something about "getting in touch with his heritage".

"YOU'RE 100% ENGLISH, FUCKTARD!  YOU HAVE NO HERITAGE.  YOU'RE A FUCKING GHOUL!"

He doesn't speak to me, anymore, which upsets me to no end.

Oh yeah, those guys. I forget about them because the concept is so debased.

Sort of like when Victorian era people ate mummy dust as a tonic.

 :lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
Im guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk, Charles Wick said. It was very complicated.


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Re: Notes on Being the Villain, part I
« Reply #72 on: April 06, 2012, 12:12:24 am »
Really? Only those five? I see you more as a truck full of nitroglycerine, hurtling down the highway with no breaks and a madman at the wheel. I can't tell whether people get blown up because they cut you off, or because you rammed into their fender, and it doesn't matter because I just want to survive until my exit.

Today, a colleague accused me of having mood swings.

Can you imagine that?

You?  No!
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Re: Notes on Being the Villain, part I
« Reply #73 on: April 06, 2012, 12:15:04 am »
Really? Only those five? I see you more as a truck full of nitroglycerine, hurtling down the highway with no breaks and a madman at the wheel. I can't tell whether people get blown up because they cut you off, or because you rammed into their fender, and it doesn't matter because I just want to survive until my exit.

Today, a colleague accused me of having mood swings.

Can you imagine that?

You?  No!

Never!

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Re: Notes on Being the Villain, part I
« Reply #74 on: April 06, 2012, 01:01:42 am »
Really? Only those five? I see you more as a truck full of nitroglycerine, hurtling down the highway with no breaks and a madman at the wheel. I can't tell whether people get blown up because they cut you off, or because you rammed into their fender, and it doesn't matter because I just want to survive until my exit.

Today, a colleague accused me of having mood swings.

Can you imagine that?

You?  No!

Never!

(checks seatbelts)

In some places, I am revered as an icon of stability.

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, shattered underpance lies,
With blown elastic, and exploded back,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Doktor Howl, Spag of Spags:
Look on my ass, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.