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The day was starting out in the most odd way possible.  I had just jolted out of a deep sleep, to discover myself pinned to the bed, sweating.  It was back.  Last time the... creature... had found me, it was when I was hiding on the golf course out by the lake.  It had come to me, roused me out of my hiding place, and informed me in no uncertain terms its intent to play through.  What a dick.  And now, here, on my chest, grinning down at me.  I could smell its breath.  I was fairly certain it was German.

"What is the meaning of this!", I roared.  At least, I tried to roar.  It was more of a squeak.  The creature grinned at me, its revolting lips curling up into some caricature of a sneer.  It leaned back, and chortled.  The situation was still not making any sense to me.  I attempted to sit up, and suddenly discovered I was alone in the room.  No poof, no sound, just.. no creature, as if it was some bad cut of an old Hollywood movie.  I mopped at my brow, and surveyed the the room in the dirty light.  My shoes were missing.

Not again.

Are there trees overhanging where these clean cars are parked?  I've noted to my dismay that the fruit trees that hang over my driveway attract copious amounts of birds, which means your car gets covered in bird poop rather quickly.  If you could attract birds it would at least give them something to clean off...

(Just to prove that I'm not a humorless joke ruiner, though, I laughed at the Lady Gaga joke)

YES. I MADE SOMEONE LAUGH.

My life is complete!

Oh man, I haven't checked this thread in weeks, and then find that little gem in here... I'm thankful I was not drinking anything, thanks for the laugh

The guys there are pretty alright, and ultimately it doesn't have a substantially different feel from #discord.

I'd agree, every microcosm has its own little quirks, but overall, it seemed like they were mostly being silly for our benefit, not unlike how #discord welcomes wacky people anyway.

Still... $30? 

An update.

After extra extended monitoring, I have determined that the typical behavior is just more of the same old shit.  Besides for copious namedropping, it's all word puns and waiting to die.

I do think that our excursion today was probably the most interesting thing to have happened there in a while, and that those mime jokes have been in deep freeze for quite a while awaiting for just such a moment.  Consider it akin to sharing a fine bottle of wine with us.

So, perhaps mimes truly are part of the diplomacy accords.

I've been doing extended research and have so far uncovered:

a) subgenii are very proud at having lost $30

b) subgenii are very afraid of mimes, although I feel it might be that they only say this to trick you into asking why, so that they may play their 2,000 mime jokes to the IRC channel

c) subgenii apparently rather enjoy Second Life, despite it not requiring $30 for entry.

Well, good thing I'm not a hamster, then.

How do you think I feel?   

Mansanto is pretty evil anyway, I avoid their stuff at all costs.  Like my little dollar matters, but hey...

Scalable vector formats!!!

http://engineers-drinks.blogspot.com/

Haha, that reminds me of these two.

An engineer wakes up and finds his kitchen on fire.  He gets the water hose, drowns it, and then goes back to bed.

A physicist wakes up and finds his kitchen on fire.  He quickly calculates the water required to put out the flames, and provides just that amount to put out the flames, and goes back to bed.

A mathematician wakes up to his kitchen on fire, sits down and calculates that it is possible to put it out, and goes back to bed.


So, an engineer, a programmer, and a physicist are driving along down a hill, when the car goes out of control, and ends up flipping upside, sliding down the hill, and coming to a stop in the ditch.  All three pile out.  The engineer points to the broken brake line, the big pothole up and road and claims this is the cause.  The physicist pulls out some graph paper, calculates the forces involved, and agrees with the engineer.  The programmer shakes his head and says, 'Help me flip it over, and let's try it again...' 

A big part of that is your connection.

I do have a pretty fast connection, though... my machine has trouble playing youtube videos smoothly, so...

I've been attempting to use the GF's Waycom she got off eBay for $30 shipped.  It's an older graphite one, but it seems to work OK.  The bigger problem is the disconnect I have between what I am doing and what see... i have a lot of trouble getting used to moving without drawing and drawing, or my hand cramping up.

I really enjoy watching you other guys draw stuff with a tablet, it keeps me feeling that I might figure it out someday   Also, I think trying to do flockdraw on an older macbook doesn't help much, the input feels a bit sluggish.  I see Fred's lines coming in pretty quick, so I am assuming a faster machine might help too.

I find it's a lot more fun than being just an atheist, because you go from being some guy they want to convert to some weirdo they don't want to talk to.

Three cowboys are sitting around a campfire, out on the lonesome prairie, each with the bravado for which cowboys are famous. A night of tall tales begins.

The first says, "I must be the meanest, toughest cowboy there is. Why, just the other day, a bull got loose in the corral and gored six men before I wrestled it to the ground, by the horns, with my bare hands."

The second can't stand to be bested. "Why that's nothing. I was walking down the trail yesterday and a fifteen foot rattler slid out from under a rock and made a move for me. I grabbed that snake with my bare hands, bit its head off, and sucked the poison down in one gulp. And I'm still here today."

The third cowboy remained silent, slowly stirring the coals of the campfire with his penis.

Ah, chickens.

Why did the chicken cross the playground?  To get to the other slide.

I wouldn't say I have any fetishes or really even any kinks to speak of. I like all the same "kinky" stuff everyone likes; ie. I'm pretty vanilla.



Oh, except for Ford trucks made between 1967-1979. Instant lubrication. Rrrraaawr.

I'd have to agree with you, actually.