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Prophets; a Definition

Started by The Good Reverend Roger, January 10, 2013, 07:35:40 PM

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Mesozoic Mister Nigel

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January 11, 2013, 06:02:42 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 11, 2013, 05:34:05 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on January 11, 2013, 05:31:54 PM
Oh, fuck.

I'm a fucking ARCHETYPE.

I goddamn knew something was funny about this whole thing.

:horrormirth:

This actually explains EVERYTHING. "Why, Nigel," I have asked myself, "why is it that your life is like a story too horrible to be true, and too horrible to be invented, and yet somehow you always seem to come out OK? What makes you so lucky?" It seems a little too good to be true, sometimes, but it's because as an archetype, it HAS to somehow come out OK so I can move on to the next stage. Neglected tot! Wild urchin! Lost teen! Sex worker with a heart of gold! Abused wife! Struggling single mom! What could the next act contain?

Scratch that. I don't want to know.

I'm guessing PTSD-ridden social worker, with a gigantic fucking caseload and no budget.

I'm NOT going the social work route, so that's out. Psych degree>Neuroscience program. So, something similar, only I'm going to guess PTSD-ridden brain trauma researcher, with an incredible breakthrough in neuroplasticity and no budget to develop it.
"I'm 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."

The Good Reverend Roger

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January 11, 2013, 06:04:50 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on January 11, 2013, 06:02:42 PM
I'm NOT going the social work route, so that's out. Psych degree>Neuroscience program. So, something similar, only I'm going to guess PTSD-ridden brain trauma researcher, with an incredible breakthrough in neuroplasticity and no budget to develop it.

Like Cassandra.  Perfect prophet material, that is.

Thing to remember, as I have tried to explain to my boss, is that the light at the end of the tunnel isn't a train, it really IS daylight.  It's just that the tunnel is vertical...It's a well, and we're at the bottom of it.

For some reason, this failed to cheer him up.  :lulz:
" It's just that Depeche Mode were a bunch of optimistic loveburgers."
- TGRR, shaming himself forever, 7/8/2017

"Billy, when I say that ethics is our number one priority and safety is also our number one priority, you should take that to mean exactly what I said. Also quality. That's our number one priority as well. Don't look at me that way, you're in the corporate world now and this is how it works."
- TGRR, raising the bar at work.

Mesozoic Mister Nigel

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January 12, 2013, 07:33:34 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 11, 2013, 06:04:50 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on January 11, 2013, 06:02:42 PM
I'm NOT going the social work route, so that's out. Psych degree>Neuroscience program. So, something similar, only I'm going to guess PTSD-ridden brain trauma researcher, with an incredible breakthrough in neuroplasticity and no budget to develop it.

Like Cassandra.  Perfect prophet material, that is.

Thing to remember, as I have tried to explain to my boss, is that the light at the end of the tunnel isn't a train, it really IS daylight.  It's just that the tunnel is vertical...It's a well, and we're at the bottom of it.

For some reason, this failed to cheer him up.  :lulz:

I love that.  :lulz:
"I'm 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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