stikkypixie Posted December 17, 2007 Share Posted December 17, 2007 Time for a sing-a-long: Admiral Freebee - Get Out Of Town lyrics I was born in the Hollywood part of town School teacher sure knew how to bring me down While the clean-cut kids washed away their sorrows with beer Well I knew I wouldn't find no miracles here It's a bad town for rock 'n' roll If you got a car and if you got the gas Brother don't you wait any longer I know how to stear the wheel and how to close a deal Right now I need something stronger Don't see me using the fast lane I don't travel by high speed I'm trying to get away Before I stay the same Don't wanna stay the same Take the road as it comes 'cause it comes so slow Take all of the love you have abandoned Time makes your goods look damaged, look upon it as an advantage 'cause it might be the only companion Don't see me using the fast lane I don't travel by high speed I'm trying to get away Before I stay the same Don't wanna stay the same There are five rules of how to be a cruiser Five rules of how to be a highway man Number one You travel alone Number two Never use the fast line Never travel by high speed Number three Take some tapes along the way Of your favorite music and your favorite bands Number four Take the road as it comes 'cause it comes so slow Take the road as it comes 'cause it comes so slow Five Get out of town! Get out of town! Get out of town! Get out of town! Get out of town! 'cause it's a ****ed up town! Get out of town! 'cause it's a ****ed up town! Somebody pushed you now your mind is gone! Somebody pushed you now your mind is gone! Everywhere is the same! Everywhere is the same! Everywhere is the same! Everywhere is the same! Get out of town Get out of town Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nidan1 Posted December 17, 2007 Share Posted December 17, 2007 Originally posted by Joe Shaw: Seanachai ... no man is an island ... though in your case I'd be more than satisfied if we could arrange to LEAVE you on an island, a small one, without food or water or a freaking kayak ... but most especially one without INTERNET ACCESS! The purpose of Coventry is to express our extreme displeasure with a specific poster who has disrupted the social order of the CessPool. We do that in the time honored way of British public schools by sending the offender to Coventry where he is CUT DEAD by the population. I KNOW you know this ... yet you persist in acting as if it is only YOU that matter here. You continue to flout the established rules of the community and without rules, as you well know, we are ... uh ... without rules. Therefore ... <big>THE JUSTICARIATE OF THE PENG CHALLENGE THREAD HEREBY DECLARES <BIG>DOUBLE SECRET COVENTRY</BIG> UPON SEANACHAI</BIG>! This is not something we do lightly or without provocation, but we cannot wait for the rules violation that would announce itself by a mushroom cloud ... no doubt caused by you doing something so egregious that mushroom vendors throughout ManyAppleLess would throw their trays of mushrooms into the air in horror. It's DOUBLE Coventry because it has to do with a Coventry violation and it's secret because, as an Olde One, you have immunity from normal Coventry. Therefore we cannot let you KNOW that you've been sent to Coventry ... so don't read this part ... but you have ... but we can't let you know that you have ... so we are required to respond to your posts as if you hadn't ... but you have. No man is above the law Seanachai ... TWO men apparently are but that's another story ... take your punishment like a man, no whimpering, no whinging, no lower lip thrust out and brow lowered. This is not some paranoid fantasy although we are, of course, out to get you. As Aldous Huxley said ... </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.Yet POSTERS may ... for all practical purposes ... hence the need for Coventry. Joe </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
stikkypixie Posted December 17, 2007 Share Posted December 17, 2007 Hey, I can count to five, that's four more than you... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nidan1 Posted December 17, 2007 Share Posted December 17, 2007 Originally posted by stikkypixie: Hey, I can count to five, that's four more than you... I know you are...but what am I? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
stikkypixie Posted December 17, 2007 Share Posted December 17, 2007 Originally posted by Nidan1: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by stikkypixie: Hey, I can count to five, that's four more than you... I know you are...but what am I? </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MrPeng Posted December 17, 2007 Share Posted December 17, 2007 Originally posted by Nidan1: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by stikkypixie: Hey, I can count to five, that's four more than you... I know you are...but what am I? </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted December 18, 2007 Share Posted December 18, 2007 Originally posted by Nidan1: I hope the Reevers get you and eat you slowly, so you are aware that you are being eaten, before they completely finish you off. There are some things even a Reever won't touch. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Berlichtingen Posted December 18, 2007 Share Posted December 18, 2007 Originally posted by Joe Shaw: Seanachai ... no man is an island ...But he is a rock. Toss him in a shallow enough body of water and he would be an island... a blotted, disgusting island, but they can't all be Fiji Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Berlichtingen Posted December 18, 2007 Share Posted December 18, 2007 Originally posted by Nidan1: I thank you truly, and I hope the Reevers get you and eat you slowly, so you are aware that you are being eaten, before they completely finish you off. Shiny! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Leeo Posted December 18, 2007 Share Posted December 18, 2007 You putrescent piles of pig poop, it's spelled Reavers, and I've actually partied with the guy that wrote that stuff. Actually, his younger brother and I are the best of friends. He even named a character (short lived as you'd ever imagine) after me when he wrote his first novel, On My Way to Paradise (and a very-good-read it is, too). However, that still doesn't absolve you lot of being the bottom of the fungus-chain. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Egbert Posted December 18, 2007 Share Posted December 18, 2007 Originally posted by Boo Radley: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Egbert: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Boo Radley: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Stuka: Oh Boo, I know how you yearn for my words to give you some direction in life. And now those words say "walk in the direction of coal train" "Oncoming coal train"? </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Egbert Posted December 18, 2007 Share Posted December 18, 2007 Originally posted by Leeo: You putrescent piles of pig poop, it's spelled Reavers, and I've actually partied with the guy that wrote that stuff. Actually, his younger brother and I are the best of friends. He even named a character (short lived as you'd ever imagine) after me when he wrote his first novel, On My Way to Paradise (and a very-good-read it is, too). However, that still doesn't absolve you lot of being the bottom of the fungus-chain. So, yer claim to fame is that you were passed out at the same pub a smart guy was in; you impressed him so much, he killed you in a horrible, painful death. Nice. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted December 18, 2007 Author Share Posted December 18, 2007 Originally posted by Joe Shaw: <big>THE JUSTICARIATE OF THE PENG CHALLENGE THREAD HEREBY DECLARES <BIG>DOUBLE SECRET COVENTRY</BIG> UPON SEANACHAI</BIG>! Joe Umm... what exactly does that mean? Does this mean that I will finally be devoured by my own creation, and that no one on the Thread is ever again to acknowledge my existence? Do you mean that I'm supposed to magically internalize some form of 'Coventry' that will, under all possible conditions, including my being so drunk that I have to lie down on a stolen skateboard and scoot myself to the kitchen to get another beer because attempting to walk there would defy the very fabric of normality, lead me to never again post to the annoying creature known as 'Paul AU'? Bear with me a moment...I have to read that over again and see if it comes out to something like an English sentence... In any case, Joe...rumble of small wheels ratcheting over the irregularities in the hardwood floor...as I lie here on my back, looking at the crazy quilt cracks and patches in my ceiling, I think that what you are doing... fridge door opening ...Is that you are casting me out of the Thread of threads. There is, of course, no precedent. But that does not mean it cannot be done. Realistically, the casting out of an Olde One should not be possible to simply another, single Olde One. But I stand eternally ready to accept the judgement of my true peers. Should either Peng or Berli acquiesce in casting me out, I will go peacefully to that little portion of limbo that has long been prepared for me. Or, in keeping with the fact that we are a Thread where even the figures of our mythology are simply first amongst equals (not to mention the most demanding and arrogant), I will accept being sent to Coventry by a simple tallying of the lads. Or even two voices. I am getting old. Perhaps it is time for me to retire to that little patch of garden. Shuffling about in wellies and old clothes, mumbling to myself, chortling now and then, husking a bit of song, while I tend to the plants. Of course, it's December in Minnesota. There's a foot of snow outside, and the temperature hasn't gotten above 20 degrees in days. So I'll be retiring to a little 'Chia Garden'. The various Chia pets, the herb garden...the Chia celebrities... So, if you lend your voice to sending me into the senile retirement of 'Coventry' from this Thread, then be so gracious as to also send me a Chia pet. If you need my address for shipping purposes, apply to the Justicar. He knows where I am. My hairs are white, my back is bent...oh, ho! Is that a new frosting of chives I see on you, Chia Grammont? Let me get the small scissors...tonight, we will have an omelet, with cream cheese and fresh chives... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dalem Posted December 18, 2007 Share Posted December 18, 2007 I call for Coventry for Seanachai! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted December 18, 2007 Author Share Posted December 18, 2007 One more glass of red wine for the road, One more voice bespeaks Coventry 'fore I go To the Chia garden of the old... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wisbech_lad Posted December 18, 2007 Share Posted December 18, 2007 Call me sentimental, but I always thought that Seanachai and MrPeng were too good for the Peng thread, that their rants sometimes touched the sublime. Or should that be the nadir? Still, when they go off on one, you can feel the hatred and the passion The rest of us wankers just mess around in towel-snapping japes, with both a spoken and unspoken heirarchy, only to mumble and fumble around if *gasp* a woman posts. Still, I went to a Good English public school, so it all fills me with nostalgia. Not so much to actually participate actively mind...! So, piss off or don't piss off Seanachai as you feel like. But cheers for the rants anyway. I enjoyed them. Merry Christmas, and Selamat Idul Adha to you all! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Emrys Posted December 18, 2007 Share Posted December 18, 2007 Originally posted by Seanachai: I am getting old. Perhaps it is time for me to retire to that little patch of garden. Shuffling about in wellies and old clothes, mumbling to myself, chortling now and then, husking a bit of song, while I tend to the plants.No, I think something a bit more dramatic is called for. A beheading perhaps, or a dismemberment. Or better yet, an impalement. Yes, I think an impalement would do the trick. Michael Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mace Posted December 18, 2007 Share Posted December 18, 2007 Originally posted by Egbert: Added a 3 syllable word to throw off the Aussies. Not as if we really pay attention to you anyhow. **shrugs** Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rune Posted December 18, 2007 Share Posted December 18, 2007 I say just cut Seanachai off from alcohol for a period of one week. Let nature do its course. C'mon Aussies, you wouldn't even last 24 hours. Rune Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Noba Posted December 18, 2007 Share Posted December 18, 2007 Originally posted by rune: I say just cut Seanachai off from alcohol for a period of one week. Let nature do its course. C'mon Aussies, you wouldn't even last 24 hours. Rune But, we don't need to. Very important point, that ! It's only drunken gnomes that need to be weaned periodically. Turns out thursday, if you are lucky. Noba. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Patch Posted December 18, 2007 Share Posted December 18, 2007 The Gnome stays! I need more small Emma stories. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nidan1 Posted December 18, 2007 Share Posted December 18, 2007 Originally posted by Leeo: You putrescent piles of pig poop, it's spelled Reavers, and I've actually partied with the guy that wrote that stuff. Actually, his younger brother and I are the best of friends. He even named a character (short lived as you'd ever imagine) after me when he wrote his first novel, On My Way to Paradise (and a very-good-read it is, too). However, that still doesn't absolve you lot of being the bottom of the fungus-chain. Who would be YOUR FRIEND? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted December 18, 2007 Share Posted December 18, 2007 Originally posted by Seanachai: I am getting old. Perhaps it is time for me to retire to that little patch of garden. Shuffling about in wellies and old clothes, mumbling to myself, chortling now and then, husking a bit of song, while I tend to the plants. Ju. Das. Priest. There are times when your "Oh, woe is me!" nature is enough to make Kafka's proctologist seem full of whimsy. The double secret coventry was called by Joe! He calls coventry on his own socks at least twice a week! He's completely around the bend, he's a few fries short of a Happy Meal, his bob is off plumb, his banjo's out of tune, he's a complete and utter loon! Why do I have to keep telling you these thing? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lars Posted December 18, 2007 Share Posted December 18, 2007 Originally posted by Seanachai: So I'll be retiring to a little 'Chia Garden'. The various Chia pets, the herb garden...the Chia celebrities... Couldn't you just open your underwear drawer? I mean, really. They're already growing and last time I checked, Scooby Doo is still a celebrity. See? I just saved you $4.99 for that next bottle of Ripple Red. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Emrys Posted December 18, 2007 Share Posted December 18, 2007 Originally posted by Patch: The Gnome stays!Do not worry, my dear. He is like the dirty chewing gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe. He's just doing his whiny old man schtick. I need more small Emma stories. No. You really don't. It'll all end badly. Trust me. Michael Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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