Seanachai Posted March 25, 2006 Share Posted March 25, 2006 Originally posted by Boo Radley: ...complained about: Alpha: The noise. Bet: The bathroom. Soup: The positioning of the sink in the bathroom. And: The placement of the overhead light. Toasted: That the hospital didn't even HAVE CABLE!!! Cheese: The temperature of the room Sammiches: The damn blood pressure cuff is TOO. DAMN. TIGHT!!! It's like you're...inside my head. ARE YOU INSIDE MY HEAD, BOO? ARE YOU?! ARE YOU?!! Look, if you are, would you poke around a bit and see if you can recover any memories about June, 1983? I think I had some pretty amazing adventures that month, but they're lost to me. That's a good lad. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted March 25, 2006 Share Posted March 25, 2006 DOROSH? DOROOOOOOOSSSSSHHHHHH! Where's that little Canadian pisswater? I'm after needing a good fight. Here, one of you runny-nosed little pissants who hang about the place go out and be after dragging Grog Dorosh in here for me. Make your fecking selves useful. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted March 25, 2006 Share Posted March 25, 2006 Originally posted by Noba: No. She doesn't know about you, unless her dad gibbers in his sleep. How likely is that ? I can see her Mother taking a sacred vow to never let your name pass the family lips, and the household computer having a block put on it very soon. Noba. Bah! I wave both my hand and one finger of it at you. I could get in the car right now and be at the child's house by breakfast time. Have you completely missed the fact that NGCavscout and myself are neighbours? He's in Wisconsin, and I'm in Minnesota. Of course, our country, America, is larger than the entire island that you consider a 'continent'. So perhaps that threw you off. A five and a half hour drive would put me in Cavscout's bloody front yard. He lives in the southern arse-end of Wisconsin, of course, where no one in their bloody right-mind would go if it wasn't to hang out with himself and his fine family. On the other hand, it's right on the road to visit Berli, Moriarity and the ineffable Bauhaus. Not to mention that totalitarian toad, Rune. And Persephone. Also, probably other, lesser CMers. In Australia, isn't a 5 and 1/2 hour drive what most of you lot have to do in order to reach a bookstore, theater, opera house or other center of culture? Here in America, we have to drive that far to get to Beloit. In other words, we have to drive that far to AVOID any center of culture. [ March 24, 2006, 10:35 PM: Message edited by: Seanachai ] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joe Shaw Posted March 25, 2006 Share Posted March 25, 2006 Your Justicariate requires the following: I need to be able to speak with and record in WAV format conversations between myself and you lot. I have unlimited long distance on my phone so that would probably work for US comms but ideally I'd like to do it through the PC so I could record directly without some stupid suction cup microphone. I also need to be able to do the same with our foreign members, obviously the phone won't work so well for that since it would cost me money and I don't like ANY of well enough to spend money on you. It probably needs to be cross-platform for you yokels still using Macs. ICQ might work but it's Push to Talk and that would be a bit clumsy. TeamSpeak might work but I think I'd have to pay to create a server. Why ... none of your damned business as far as you know, it's Justicariate business is what it is and that's ALL you need to know. Joe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted March 25, 2006 Share Posted March 25, 2006 Originally posted by Joe Shaw: Your Justicariate requires the following... Why ... none of your damned business as far as you know, it's Justicariate business is what it is and that's ALL you need to know. Joe Ask not what your Justicariate might do to you, but ask rather what you can do for your Justicar. The Man says jump, I wanna see 3 feet of air between your feet and the floor, you lot of absolute degradations of human genetic material. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joe Shaw Posted March 25, 2006 Share Posted March 25, 2006 Originally posted by Seanachai: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Joe Shaw: Your Justicariate requires the following... Why ... none of your damned business as far as you know, it's Justicariate business is what it is and that's ALL you need to know. Joe Ask not what your Justicariate might do to you, but ask rather what you can do for your Justicar. The Man says jump, I wanna see 3 feet of air between your feet and the floor, you lot of absolute degradations of human genetic material. </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted March 25, 2006 Share Posted March 25, 2006 Goddamn coffee. Hey, Joe where you goin' with that mike in your hand? Am I being supportive enough of the Justicariate? Man, why do they keep shining that spotlight in through the front windows? I'm pretty damn sure I muted the stereo... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted March 25, 2006 Share Posted March 25, 2006 AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Did you realize that if you put on headphones and turn them up really, really, REALLY loud, that you can't hear the fact that sound is still blaring out of the room speakers?! YAH, YOU BASTARDS! SEE THIS?! hopping on one foot, covering one eye and giving the finger to whoever is shining a light in from the squad car in the street I'M AN OLDE ONE OF THE PENG CHALLENGE THREAD! HELP ME, BOO! THEY'RE TRYING TO CRUCIFY ME! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joe Shaw Posted March 25, 2006 Share Posted March 25, 2006 Originally posted by Seanachai: Goddamn coffee. Hey, Joe where you goin' with that mike in your hand? Am I being supportive enough of the Justicariate? Man, why do they keep shining that spotlight in through the front windows? I'm pretty damn sure I muted the stereo... HEY it COULD be GAWD! Maybe it's the rapture and he's coming to YOUR HOUSE FIRST! I'd run outside right now, never mind getting dressed, and throw your arms up to the sky while you scream ... "I'M READY LORD, TAKE ME NOW". Go ahead, we'll wait ... hmmmmm ... on the other hand it might be the cops and that might not be the best ... BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Joe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted March 25, 2006 Share Posted March 25, 2006 By the way, Joe, shouldn't you be in bed? You're not getting any younger, you know. A man your age needs his sleep... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joe Shaw Posted March 25, 2006 Share Posted March 25, 2006 Originally posted by Joe Shaw: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Seanachai: Goddamn coffee. Hey, Joe where you goin' with that mike in your hand? Am I being supportive enough of the Justicariate? Man, why do they keep shining that spotlight in through the front windows? I'm pretty damn sure I muted the stereo... HEY it COULD be GAWD! Maybe it's the rapture and he's coming to YOUR HOUSE FIRST! I'd run outside right now, never mind getting dressed, and throw your arms up to the sky while you scream ... "I'M READY LORD, TAKE ME NOW". Go ahead, we'll wait ... hmmmmm ... on the other hand it might be the cops and that might not be the best ... BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Joe </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted March 25, 2006 Share Posted March 25, 2006 YOU HEAR THAT, YOU SCROFULOUS BASTARDS?! I DON'T WORK FOR YOU, I'M CURRENTLY IN THE SERVICE OF THE JUSTICARIATE OF THE PENG CHALLENGE THREAD! I GET PAID THE SAME WHETHER YOU'RE HAPPY OR NOT, YOU BLUE-UNIFORMED BASTARDS! WHAT ABOUT A JOLLY SINGSONG, OFFICERS?! Thanks and praises Thanks to jesus I bet on the bottle of smoke I went to hell And to the races To bet on the bottle of smoke The day being clear The sky being bright He came up on the left Like a streak of light Like a drunken **** On a saturday night Up came the bottle of smoke Twenty ****ing five to one Me gambling days are done I bet on a horse called the bottle of smoke And my horse won Stewards inquiries Swift and fiery I had the bottle of smoke Inquisitions and suppositions I had the bottle of smoke **** the stewards A trip to lourdes Might give the old ****ers The power of sight Screaming springers and stoppers And call out coppers But the money still gleams in my hand like a light Bookies cursing Cars reversing I had the bottle of smoke Glasses steaming Vessels bursting I had the bottle of smoke Slip a fifty to the wife And for each brat a crisp new five To give me a break on a saturday night When I had the bottle of smoke Priests and maidens Drunk as pagans They had the bottle of smoke Sins forgiven and celebrations They had the bottle of smoke **** the yanks And drink their wives The moon is clear The sky is bright I’m happy as the horses ****e Up came the bottle of smoke PEPPER SPRAY?! YOWZA! I NEED SOME MARINADE FOR THIS CHICKEN, YOU BUGGERS! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted March 25, 2006 Share Posted March 25, 2006 Originally posted by Joe Shaw: I'm going to bed now Seanachai have them turn out the spotlight when they're done. G'night, Joseph. I'm just going to have a bit more fun, then, eh? Take care, you reformed Texan. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mace Posted March 25, 2006 Share Posted March 25, 2006 Originally posted by Seanachai: It's like a very strange, very limited version of 'racial memory'. I thought it'd be more a 'preservation memory'? You know, like the sort people have of sharks, snakes, crocodiles, poisonous spiders et al, that stops them putting their fingers anywhere near the mouths/fangs of such critters. Well this of course excludes Darwin Award Candidates. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mace Posted March 25, 2006 Share Posted March 25, 2006 Originally posted by Seanachai: I'm just going to have a bit more fun, then, eh?Drop your dacks and show 'em your rear end. They like that. Also, lob a few of the empties their way, they like that too. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted March 25, 2006 Share Posted March 25, 2006 Originally posted by Mace: I thought it'd be more a 'preservation memory'? Don't get snarky with me, Mace. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted March 25, 2006 Share Posted March 25, 2006 Originally posted by Mace: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Seanachai: I'm just going to have a bit more fun, then, eh?Drop your dacks and show 'em your rear end. They like that. Also, lob a few of the empties their way, they like that too. </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WineCape Posted March 25, 2006 Share Posted March 25, 2006 Originally posted by Joe Shaw: ... a FIFA referee is the top of the pinnacle and I'm duly impressed ... that he managed to make it that far without being found out as the sort of person who will frequent a place like THIS is remarkable.Correction, In seniority here in the South African professional soccer league (PSL), I'm next in line come Sept06 (fitness test - actual panel selection in Dec06) to get promoted to FIFA's international referee panel. 'bout time too, seeing it's my 16th season, the last 6 thereof being in our pro leagues. Not there yet... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WineCape Posted March 25, 2006 Share Posted March 25, 2006 What in the name of all the randy hells is a 'wendy house'? A small wooden house, aquired by rich parents so that their young daughters can have a doll house outside, serving tea in the garden to imaginery friends. But since you married Alice in Wonderland, judging by your picture on BillyBob's My-favourite-family-dog-website, don't plead innocence, useless git. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted March 25, 2006 Share Posted March 25, 2006 Bloody French South Africans. Neither English, nor Boer, but just.... Well, you can take them out of France, but you can't take the French out of 'em. Alice told me you have...issues. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WineCape Posted March 25, 2006 Share Posted March 25, 2006 There's a difference: I'm French Huguenot Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
37mm Posted March 25, 2006 Share Posted March 25, 2006 Originally posted by Joe Shaw: It's never been done because no one ever changed their name before. Now in the case of Sir Sir 37mm one can readily understand why he'd want to do that ... if I were him (and if I survived the initial burst of massive depression at the realization that I WAS him) I'd be after changing a lot more than just my name. ... snipped as it all had little to do with I... As to Sir Sir 37mm, he can continue to retain his name and continue to receive the extrememly limited degree of respect he's earned as a Knight of the CessPool or he can change his name and be an SSN again ... really up to him though I certainly vote for the later. What rot! Shirley it is the individual who is knighted and not the name? This is yet another case of the Justicar being unable to see the tree’s because he’s in a wood… or sumfink Well this tree is gonna get its due no matter what all the owls and foxes and little pixie people say… oh and a bunch of teddybears having a picnic… yeah teddybears, teddybears rock… anyway as I was saying all of the denizens of the forest cannot make my roots go away… though I suppose you lot could probably feed on the roots & weaken the tree though I don’t think owl’s eat roots… pixies probably do, nasty little buggars that they are… they are also crap at CM I’ve never seen anyone lose a dozen vehicles to ammo-less opponents until I played stickypixie… anyway all that I’m saying is that a tree is a tree and even if the tree itself changed it’s name, say from ‘Gerald the tree’ to ‘Henry the Tree’, it cannot become an acorn again… besides if I became an acorn again what’s to say that’d I’d ever be a tree again? I could forever be trapped in sapling-hood by some ‘orrible, ‘rotten to the core’, fungus farm of a tree… say a v42below or even a pixie… although it would be cool to become serf to some teddybear picnickers… Would that be English or French mustard with your ham sandwich my lord? ... I suppose it’d beat making Boo’s bath every bloody day… how Boo got himself so filthy I never could work out… Anyway, back to the subject at hand, I feel that the guiding spirits of the forest (who are often imbued with spirits themselves… or sometimes even wines, beers & such like) should… make me a ham sandwhich… *five minutes later Sir 37mm returns from the kitchen* So as I was saying I call upon the great tree lords to grant me my wish… though Peng will do [ March 25, 2006, 04:21 AM: Message edited by: Sir 37mm ] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joe Shaw Posted March 25, 2006 Share Posted March 25, 2006 Originally posted by Sir 37mm: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Joe Shaw: It's never been done because no one ever changed their name before. Now in the case of Sir Sir 37mm one can readily understand why he'd want to do that ... if I were him (and if I survived the initial burst of massive depression at the realization that I WAS him) I'd be after changing a lot more than just my name. ... snipped as it all had little to do with I... As to Sir Sir 37mm, he can continue to retain his name and continue to receive the extrememly limited degree of respect he's earned as a Knight of the CessPool or he can change his name and be an SSN again ... really up to him though I certainly vote for the later. What rot! Shirley it is the individual who is knighted and not the name? This is yet another case of the Justicar being unable to see the tree’s because he’s in a wood… or sumfink Well this tree is gonna get its due no matter what all the owls and foxes and little pixie people say… oh and a bunch of teddybears having a picnic… yeah teddybears, teddybears rock… anyway as I was saying all of the denizens of the forest cannot make my roots go away… though I suppose you lot could probably feed on the roots & weaken the tree though I don’t think owl’s eat roots… pixies probably do, nasty little buggars that they are… they are also crap at CM I’ve never seen anyone lose a dozen vehicles to ammo-less opponents until I played stickypixie… anyway all that I’m saying is that a tree is a tree and even if the tree itself changed it’s name, say from ‘Gerald the tree’ to ‘Henry the Tree’, it cannot become an acorn again… besides if I became an acorn again what’s to say that’d I’d ever be a tree again? I could forever be trapped in sapling-hood by some ‘orrible, ‘rotten to the core’, fungus farm of a tree… say a v42below or even a pixie… although it would be cool to become serf to some teddybear picnickers… Would that be English or French mustard with your ham sandwich my lord? ... I suppose it’d beat making Boo’s bath every bloody day… how Boo got himself so filthy I never could work out… Anyway, back to the subject at hand, I feel that the guiding spirits of the forest (who are often imbued with spirits themselves… or sometimes even wines, beers & such like) should… make me a ham sandwhich… *five minutes later Sir 37mm returns from the kitchen* So as I was saying I call upon the great tree lords to grant me my wish… though Peng will do </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
37mm Posted March 25, 2006 Share Posted March 25, 2006 Originally posted by Joe Shaw: Going over my head are we? Taking your case to the Olde Ones. RUNNING OFF CRYING TO THE TEACHER YOU PONCING LITTLE PRIG! Well I won't have it. The rules are the rules even when they've been invented on the spot and I'll NOT lose the joy of calling you Sir Sir 37mm. I warned you at the time, so I did, that coming into the CessPool with a name like Sir 37mm was not only pretentious but would result in confusion and so it did ... even if I fostered most of it. Sir Sir 37mm you are and Sir Sir 37mm you'll remain or you will be dead to me ... well, MORE dead to me. I've spoken and I'll not be swayed ... unless the Olde Ones show their customary lack of backbone and agree of course. Then I'll be swayed ... but I won't LIKE it. Hah! Did any of you ill-minded wraiths notice that the Justicar failed COMPLETELY to answer any of my valid (if, looking back with the 20/20 vision of hindsight, confused) arguments? No he did not (and, undoubtedly, no you lot didn’t notice). *Sir 37mm shakes his head solemnly* I think we’ve been here before haven’t we? A brilliant young protagonist, a twisted elderly power-monger and a rubber duck named Booey. Does the Cesspool have to recreate Shakespeare so perfectly ALL the time? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted March 25, 2006 Share Posted March 25, 2006 Originally posted by Seanachai: HELP ME, BOO! THEY'RE TRYING TO CRUCIFY ME! Shush... I'm trying to do my taxes here. Hey, is donating lumber and nails to the Minneapolis PD a charitable donation, do ya think? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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