Two Conversations about Many Things
Hello to all.
While I am not yet back from the far reaches of obscurity, I am still alive and well. -- Or, at the very least, still alive.
I will return from this hiatus, this self-imposed exile, soon. You can trust me on that.
Until then, however, here are two sequential online conversations I am particularly proud of.
They happened between the nights of April the 7th, Friday, and April the 8th, last night.
You may see these as examples of a deep-seeded mania and consider me unstable.
At the very least, you'll no doubt see these as further evidence that I am a pathetic loser.
I will not dispute this fact. I am indeed pathetic, to carry on as I have.
But, as these conversations will prove, I am fabulously pathetic. I am pathetic in a soaring, bombastic, triumphant way.
*Any additions made exo facto to the exchanges listed here are signified with this !( )!.*
Here they are:
PiratesCry2: You've been on for a while, now. Or, intermittently at precisely the right time to make it seem like you have. !(I got a new screen name)!
PiratesCry2: I mean . . .
PiratesCry2: 'Sup?
PiratesCry2: So that's to be it, then, eh?
PiratesCry2: The ol' cold shoulder?
PiratesCry2: Ignoring a true friend in search of pleasant conversation?
PiratesCry2: Fine.
PiratesCry2: I can take a hint.
PiratesCry2: I know when I'm not wanted.
PiratesCry2: I hope you're happy on your high-horse, perched precariously as it is, upon that ivory tower, which itself is situated upon a . . . mass of . . . golden . . . shoes?
PiratesCry2: Ha!
PiratesCry2: "Friend," I said.
PiratesCry2: Well, m'lady, I use the term in jest.
PiratesCry2: Friend!
PiratesCry2: Forsooth!
PiratesCry2: I am no friend of yours!
PiratesCry2: We are through!
PiratesCry2: Parting, as they say, brass rags.
PiratesCry2: Brass rags which I toss-- with utmost contempt-- upon the mass of golden shoes.
PiratesCry2: I take umbrage at this aloofness!
PiratesCry2: Severe umbrage!
PiratesCry2: My honor has been called into question!
PiratesCry2: Have you nothing to say in reply?
PiratesCry2: Of course not, o' ye of little speech!
PiratesCry2: Ye of little compassion!
PiratesCry2: Of little concern for the sacred bonds of friendship!
PiratesCry2: Well, what have you to say about this!?
PiratesCry2: *slaps with dueling glove*
PiratesCry2: I challenge you, sirrah!
PiratesCry2: By the powers, I shall wet my rapier blade with thine blood!
PiratesCry2: . . .
PiratesCry2: I need to procure a rapier blade . . .
PiratesCry2: . . .
PiratesCry2: Maybe I shouldn't have challenged an Amazonian fencer to a swordfight . . .
PiratesCry2: Nonetheless!
PiratesCry2: I shall see this call of honor to the dread end of it's violent course.
PiratesCry2: Swords at dawn, it shall be!
PiratesCry2: Actually, not dawn, sunset.
PiratesCry2: For, indeed, this is the sunset of our friendship.
PiratesCry2: And, not swords, but hiking.
PiratesCry2: Ya wanna go on a hike tomorrow, in time to see the sunset o'er the Pioneer Valley?
PiratesCry2: Sounds enchanting, no?
PiratesCry2: Also, whaddya think of this idea?:
PiratesCry2: For birthday presents for my female friends, I offer sexual favors as a gift.
PiratesCry2: Think I'd get any takers?
PiratesCry2: Anything ranging from sensual massages to cunnilingus.
PiratesCry2: Back rubs, foot rubs, toe sucking.
PiratesCry2: Hell, I'd even throw in a quick salad tossing for the right girl.
PiratesCry2: . . .
PiratesCry2: My fingers feel especially heavy right now.
PiratesCry2: I feel kinda delerious.
PiratesCry2: I'm still not really over the cold.
PiratesCry2: Man . . .
PiratesCry2: Where was I?
PiratesCry2: Oh, yeah.
Still no response, villain?
PiratesCry2: Thou art beyond contempt!
PiratesCry2: *shakes head to clear cobwebs*
PiratesCry2: Long hair or short hair? Which do you prefer on me?
PiratesCry2: I think our friendship was at it's best post-cutting.
PiratesCry2: I'm growing it out again, anyway . . .
PiratesCry2: Tony prefers me bald.
PiratesCry2: So does Caitlin.
PiratesCry2: She likes the tough-guy look.
PiratesCry2: Bald, black leather jacket, black leather gloves.
PiratesCry2: It turns her on, I think.
PiratesCry2: For this reason I'd be willing to shave it.
PiratesCry2: But still.
PiratesCry2: There's another kid out there who needs to be burdened with my hair.
PiratesCry2: So, hey! for Locks of Love and Afro-glory!
PiratesCry2: Did you donate blood Tuesday?
PiratesCry2: That's what I was asking for directions to.
PiratesCry2: Chapin Hall.
PiratesCry2: MHC.
PiratesCry2: That needle hurt.
PiratesCry2: I never really get used to it.
PiratesCry2: It hurts every time.
PiratesCry2: I try to make myself like it.
PiratesCry2: Chapin Hall.
PiratesCry2: That's where I saw you in the V Monologues, no?
PiratesCry2: Hmm . . .
PiratesCry2: If only V had been there . . .
PiratesCry2: He'da bombed the place right proper.
PiratesCry2: Ended the FemiNazi Oppression.
PiratesCry2: Man.
PiratesCry2: I love the 1812 Overture.
PiratesCry2: Boy-shorts might be my favorite type of panties. !(This is true)!
PiratesCry2: Oh!
PiratesCry2: Did I tell you my tattoo idea?
PiratesCry2: Maybe not.
PiratesCry2: I'll have to sometime.
PiratesCry2: It'll make good conversation.
PiratesCry2: Preferably not the one-sided kind.
PiratesCry2: . . .
PiratesCry2: *cricket chirp*
PiratesCry2: All right.
PiratesCry2: I'm gonna head to bed.
PiratesCry2: I gotta go move a boiler tomorrow.
PiratesCry2: But, later in the day I'm goin' to NoHo.
PiratesCry2: Possibly with Tony.
PiratesCry2: But maybe not.
PiratesCry2: But, by hook or by crook, I will reach Northampton.
PiratesCry2: So, you're invited to come.
PiratesCry2: I'll be hittin' up the comic book store, Turn It Up, and the Box Office.
PiratesCry2: Then V for Vendetta later in the day.
PiratesCry2: I saw it with Andrew opening night.
PiratesCry2: But I wanna see it again.
PiratesCry2: Oh, and a hike at sunset, if possible.
PiratesCry2: I think that's it.
PiratesCry2: I need to start jogging . . .
PiratesCry2: Wanna jog together?
PiratesCry2: I don't know why I suggested that, but I think it'd be nifty.
PiratesCry2: All I know is you're fun to be around and I need to lose some excess poundage.
PiratesCry2: You'll have to be patient, though, as one of your strides is probably equal to about three of mine.
PiratesCry2: All right.
PiratesCry2: Goodnight, Ames.
PiratesCry2: I'll see you. Hopefully sooner than later.
Phew!
Man, what a test of endurance, eh?
I know what you're thinking. That Amy-- rightfully so-- ignored me.
Such was not the case. She had gone out that night and forgotten to put an away message up.
Luckily, I cornered her online the next night.
Most of you might be saying, "Why? Why Rich? You'll never see her naked, and without that hope, there's not much point in carrying on a conversation with her."
And you might be right.
But I felt the matter needed closure. I had tried too hard to make too amazing a fool of myself to let her get away with nary a mention of the messages of the previous night.
(I should have taken her not IMing me first as a good indication that she was not desirous of online speech with me)
But I tried, anyway:
PiratesCry2: Back for more, are we?
dblentndre: hm?
dblentndre: hi how are ya
PiratesCry2: Gor, you've got some nerve.
PiratesCry2: I'm doing quite well.
PiratesCry2: And yourself?
dblentndre: oh good :-) I'm doing well
dblentndre: brb
PiratesCry2: You're no longer absent. That's always a plus.
PiratesCry2: Oh.
PiratesCry2: I spoke too soon.
dblentndre: I'm back. I needed some raisin bran
dblentndre: yeah I accidentally left without putting up an away message again
dblentndre: oops
dblentndre: sorry
PiratesCry2: I read that. And commented, correcting your spelling.
PiratesCry2: Raisin Bran?
PiratesCry2: 'S a bit early, ain't it?
dblentndre: hehe yum, it's tasty
dblentndre: so why are you so wonderful tonight?
dblentndre: what's new in your life Richity
PiratesCry2: I am always wonderful, Amy. Tonight is no exception.
PiratesCry2: All that's new in my life is a tummy full of popcorn and a Green Arrow graphic novel.
dblentndre: yay for those :-)
PiratesCry2: But I saw V for Vendetta with Tony, so that's a good thing.
PiratesCry2: Saw it on Saint Patty's Day, with Andrew, but it benefitted from a second viewing.
dblentndre: good movie
PiratesCry2: Great movie.
PiratesCry2: Great graphic novel.
dblentndre: yeah I enjoyed the movie a lot
PiratesCry2: So, what are you up to tomorrow?
dblentndre: work. you?
PiratesCry2: Work, eh?
PiratesCry2: I am doing many things.
PiratesCry2: Preeminent among them being attending a play in Worcester.
PiratesCry2: Tony was invited, but I doubt he'll go.
dblentndre: yeah, no can do. what play?
PiratesCry2: Not sure.
PiratesCry2: Now hold up.
PiratesCry2: I want you to turn me down properly.
PiratesCry2: At least give me some semblance of regret.
PiratesCry2: The play is at 2.
dblentndre: er, yeah I really can't. i have to work all day...
dblentndre: again, what play?
PiratesCry2: Again, not sure.
dblentndre: you're not sure what play it is?
PiratesCry2: Nope.
PiratesCry2: Odd, huh?
dblentndre: ya! what prompted you to go?
PiratesCry2: Allz I know is, it involves a murder trial, Irish Americans in Massachusetts, and takes place in an earlier century.
PiratesCry2: What prompted me to go was the fact that the cast includes my brother, Sam, and former mentor, Mr. Goddu.
PiratesCry2: And that it was less than an hour long.
dblentndre: Does Sam know what play it is?lol
PiratesCry2: Sam knows many things, but he shares few.
PiratesCry2: So you can't come.
Well, too bad.
PiratesCry2: Onto other matters.
PiratesCry2: Did you get all of my Instant messages last night?
dblentndre: umm....I think so. what did you say
PiratesCry2: What did I say?
PiratesCry2: Hmm . . .
PiratesCry2: I had a drawn out and mock-outraged one-sided conversation. !(see above)!
PiratesCry2: But that was just for humor.
PiratesCry2: Embedded therein were some points of interest I wish now to discuss.
PiratesCry2: Several are no longer relevant, i.e. invitations to today's activities, which you were sadly not present for.
PiratesCry2: But others are matters of future dates, and therefor remain germane to conversation.
dblentndre: oh, hehe, yes I got that
dblentndre: um, alright. you're approaching it like a business meeting. !(she gave me the idea. I took it pretty far.)!
dblentndre: yeah., I've been busy...I just got into a new relationship so it's like...waaaa!
PiratesCry2: Let me review the notes.
dblentndre: are you doing this intentionally? haha
PiratesCry2: New relationship?
That falls under new business and will be discussed in due time.
PiratesCry2: Alllll right.
dblentndre: stop stop!
PiratesCry2: I proposed a hike to the summit of Mt. Skinner, around the hours normally containing the setting of the sun.
PiratesCry2: The date for this excursion was today, April the 8th, but that was merely tentative.
PiratesCry2: The proposed excursion still remains a viable matter, and a new date could feasibly be selected, to suit our busy schedules.
PiratesCry2: This is matter 1.
dblentndre: you said you'd stop!
PiratesCry2: (I said no such thing)
PiratesCry2: (This is not a business meeting, it is a meeting of Parliment)
PiratesCry2: (So I may refer to myself as "Right Honorable")
dblentndre: lol you goofball. brb
PiratesCry2: Two questions were raised from the Right Honorable delegate from Granby Road, and these require answering, as their results may effect future plans.
PiratesCry2: These questions were: Which length of hair does the Right Honorable delegate from Silver Street prefer on the Right Honorable delegate from Granby Road?
dblentndre: hair length?
dblentndre: for you and tones?
PiratesCry2: Party Leader Celi was not elected from the protectorate of Granby Road. He represents the combined protectorates of Brainerd and Lathrop Streets. And he is not present at this council as he is off stabbing things.
dblentndre: oh, just you
dblentndre: um, well it depends what you're going for
dblentndre: the long hair is more memorable
dblentndre: the short hair is more suave
PiratesCry2: Analysis by a committee indicates that the Silver Street delegation prefers the longer hair.
PiratesCry2: By executive decision, the hair of the Right Honorable delegate from Granby Road will be grown, to an approximate length of 12.3 inches in a process taking somewhere over 2 years.
PiratesCry2: However, it was felt that further support of other party members would give the voters more encouragement.
dblentndre: this is hurting my head. lol
PiratesCry2: Indeed?
PiratesCry2: It seems your "new relationship" has made you altogether more vacuous and vacant, and therefore more annoying than usual.
PiratesCry2: This is, needless to say, a grim development.
PiratesCry2: The results of this question have been inconclusive.
dblentndre: *cry*
dblentndre: yeah I like your long hair
dblentndre: but short is more respectable
PiratesCry2: The Honorable Delegate from Granby Road thanks the Honorable delegate from Silver Street.
PiratesCry2: The second question was of an arbitrary and questionable (no pun intended) nature.
PiratesCry2: Therefore, unless directly resumed, it shall be set aside for a later date.
dblentndre: uh, well you knwo it;s annoying when someone tells you they have something to tell you and then doesn't tell it
dblentndre: so tell
dblentndre: what's your Q
PiratesCry2: The Honorable delegate from Granby Road was heard to remark these queries:
PiratesCry2: "Also, whaddya think of this idea?:
PiratesCry2: For birthday presents for my female friends, I offer sexual favors as a gift.
PiratesCry2: Think I'd get any takers?
PiratesCry2: Anything ranging from sensual massages to cunnilingus.
PiratesCry2: Back rubs, foot rubs, toe sucking
PiratesCry2: Hell, I'd even throw in a quick salad tossing for the right girl”
!(I didn't really care about this too much. I only brought it up because I seriously considered extending the offer to Amy on her past birthday, less than a month past. A conversation we had regarding the nature of sexual exploits. as well as my knowledge of her, gave me the idea that it might actually work. Also, I wanted to see if "salad tossing" got a reaction, as I've had it on the brain for quite some time. Call me perverted if you want to, but I'm eventually gonna try it.)!
dblentndre: mayyyybe, it's worth a try
PiratesCry2: The assembled will bear in mind that these remarks were made at a late hour, and under the strain of delerium.
PiratesCry2: The delegation from Granby Road read and respects the answer.
PiratesCry2: The matter of blood donation was also raised.
dblentndre: ok honorable delegate from Granby Road....I must go to bed
PiratesCry2: Oh, okay.
PiratesCry2: In that case, the Chairman brings this meeting to a close.
PiratesCry2: Meeting adjourned.
PiratesCry2: *assorted babble*
PiratesCry2: *scraping chairs, shuffling papers*
PiratesCry2: *muttering about the Right Honorable Delegate from Granby Road's sanity*
PiratesCry2: Goodnight, then.
And goodnight to all of you.
I can only leave you with a recommendation to feel free tonight. Especially in matters of romance. I have no one, but I will still feel whimsical, and I will still dream.
I can also leave you with a recommendation to see V for Vendetta. But, read the graphic novel as well. In fact, read graphic novels in general, you lazy fucks! They are an art form! The perfect blend of words and images.
And, read any book a film you see is based on.
Christ! Experience things from all angles. The books were written to be read! You sheep!
Damnit, you people make me sick.
. . .
Uh, Goodnight.
And, remember, England Prevails.
While I am not yet back from the far reaches of obscurity, I am still alive and well. -- Or, at the very least, still alive.
I will return from this hiatus, this self-imposed exile, soon. You can trust me on that.
Until then, however, here are two sequential online conversations I am particularly proud of.
They happened between the nights of April the 7th, Friday, and April the 8th, last night.
You may see these as examples of a deep-seeded mania and consider me unstable.
At the very least, you'll no doubt see these as further evidence that I am a pathetic loser.
I will not dispute this fact. I am indeed pathetic, to carry on as I have.
But, as these conversations will prove, I am fabulously pathetic. I am pathetic in a soaring, bombastic, triumphant way.
*Any additions made exo facto to the exchanges listed here are signified with this !( )!.*
Here they are:
PiratesCry2: You've been on for a while, now. Or, intermittently at precisely the right time to make it seem like you have. !(I got a new screen name)!
PiratesCry2: I mean . . .
PiratesCry2: 'Sup?
PiratesCry2: So that's to be it, then, eh?
PiratesCry2: The ol' cold shoulder?
PiratesCry2: Ignoring a true friend in search of pleasant conversation?
PiratesCry2: Fine.
PiratesCry2: I can take a hint.
PiratesCry2: I know when I'm not wanted.
PiratesCry2: I hope you're happy on your high-horse, perched precariously as it is, upon that ivory tower, which itself is situated upon a . . . mass of . . . golden . . . shoes?
PiratesCry2: Ha!
PiratesCry2: "Friend," I said.
PiratesCry2: Well, m'lady, I use the term in jest.
PiratesCry2: Friend!
PiratesCry2: Forsooth!
PiratesCry2: I am no friend of yours!
PiratesCry2: We are through!
PiratesCry2: Parting, as they say, brass rags.
PiratesCry2: Brass rags which I toss-- with utmost contempt-- upon the mass of golden shoes.
PiratesCry2: I take umbrage at this aloofness!
PiratesCry2: Severe umbrage!
PiratesCry2: My honor has been called into question!
PiratesCry2: Have you nothing to say in reply?
PiratesCry2: Of course not, o' ye of little speech!
PiratesCry2: Ye of little compassion!
PiratesCry2: Of little concern for the sacred bonds of friendship!
PiratesCry2: Well, what have you to say about this!?
PiratesCry2: *slaps with dueling glove*
PiratesCry2: I challenge you, sirrah!
PiratesCry2: By the powers, I shall wet my rapier blade with thine blood!
PiratesCry2: . . .
PiratesCry2: I need to procure a rapier blade . . .
PiratesCry2: . . .
PiratesCry2: Maybe I shouldn't have challenged an Amazonian fencer to a swordfight . . .
PiratesCry2: Nonetheless!
PiratesCry2: I shall see this call of honor to the dread end of it's violent course.
PiratesCry2: Swords at dawn, it shall be!
PiratesCry2: Actually, not dawn, sunset.
PiratesCry2: For, indeed, this is the sunset of our friendship.
PiratesCry2: And, not swords, but hiking.
PiratesCry2: Ya wanna go on a hike tomorrow, in time to see the sunset o'er the Pioneer Valley?
PiratesCry2: Sounds enchanting, no?
PiratesCry2: Also, whaddya think of this idea?:
PiratesCry2: For birthday presents for my female friends, I offer sexual favors as a gift.
PiratesCry2: Think I'd get any takers?
PiratesCry2: Anything ranging from sensual massages to cunnilingus.
PiratesCry2: Back rubs, foot rubs, toe sucking.
PiratesCry2: Hell, I'd even throw in a quick salad tossing for the right girl.
PiratesCry2: . . .
PiratesCry2: My fingers feel especially heavy right now.
PiratesCry2: I feel kinda delerious.
PiratesCry2: I'm still not really over the cold.
PiratesCry2: Man . . .
PiratesCry2: Where was I?
PiratesCry2: Oh, yeah.
Still no response, villain?
PiratesCry2: Thou art beyond contempt!
PiratesCry2: *shakes head to clear cobwebs*
PiratesCry2: Long hair or short hair? Which do you prefer on me?
PiratesCry2: I think our friendship was at it's best post-cutting.
PiratesCry2: I'm growing it out again, anyway . . .
PiratesCry2: Tony prefers me bald.
PiratesCry2: So does Caitlin.
PiratesCry2: She likes the tough-guy look.
PiratesCry2: Bald, black leather jacket, black leather gloves.
PiratesCry2: It turns her on, I think.
PiratesCry2: For this reason I'd be willing to shave it.
PiratesCry2: But still.
PiratesCry2: There's another kid out there who needs to be burdened with my hair.
PiratesCry2: So, hey! for Locks of Love and Afro-glory!
PiratesCry2: Did you donate blood Tuesday?
PiratesCry2: That's what I was asking for directions to.
PiratesCry2: Chapin Hall.
PiratesCry2: MHC.
PiratesCry2: That needle hurt.
PiratesCry2: I never really get used to it.
PiratesCry2: It hurts every time.
PiratesCry2: I try to make myself like it.
PiratesCry2: Chapin Hall.
PiratesCry2: That's where I saw you in the V Monologues, no?
PiratesCry2: Hmm . . .
PiratesCry2: If only V had been there . . .
PiratesCry2: He'da bombed the place right proper.
PiratesCry2: Ended the FemiNazi Oppression.
PiratesCry2: Man.
PiratesCry2: I love the 1812 Overture.
PiratesCry2: Boy-shorts might be my favorite type of panties. !(This is true)!
PiratesCry2: Oh!
PiratesCry2: Did I tell you my tattoo idea?
PiratesCry2: Maybe not.
PiratesCry2: I'll have to sometime.
PiratesCry2: It'll make good conversation.
PiratesCry2: Preferably not the one-sided kind.
PiratesCry2: . . .
PiratesCry2: *cricket chirp*
PiratesCry2: All right.
PiratesCry2: I'm gonna head to bed.
PiratesCry2: I gotta go move a boiler tomorrow.
PiratesCry2: But, later in the day I'm goin' to NoHo.
PiratesCry2: Possibly with Tony.
PiratesCry2: But maybe not.
PiratesCry2: But, by hook or by crook, I will reach Northampton.
PiratesCry2: So, you're invited to come.
PiratesCry2: I'll be hittin' up the comic book store, Turn It Up, and the Box Office.
PiratesCry2: Then V for Vendetta later in the day.
PiratesCry2: I saw it with Andrew opening night.
PiratesCry2: But I wanna see it again.
PiratesCry2: Oh, and a hike at sunset, if possible.
PiratesCry2: I think that's it.
PiratesCry2: I need to start jogging . . .
PiratesCry2: Wanna jog together?
PiratesCry2: I don't know why I suggested that, but I think it'd be nifty.
PiratesCry2: All I know is you're fun to be around and I need to lose some excess poundage.
PiratesCry2: You'll have to be patient, though, as one of your strides is probably equal to about three of mine.
PiratesCry2: All right.
PiratesCry2: Goodnight, Ames.
PiratesCry2: I'll see you. Hopefully sooner than later.
Phew!
Man, what a test of endurance, eh?
I know what you're thinking. That Amy-- rightfully so-- ignored me.
Such was not the case. She had gone out that night and forgotten to put an away message up.
Luckily, I cornered her online the next night.
Most of you might be saying, "Why? Why Rich? You'll never see her naked, and without that hope, there's not much point in carrying on a conversation with her."
And you might be right.
But I felt the matter needed closure. I had tried too hard to make too amazing a fool of myself to let her get away with nary a mention of the messages of the previous night.
(I should have taken her not IMing me first as a good indication that she was not desirous of online speech with me)
But I tried, anyway:
PiratesCry2: Back for more, are we?
dblentndre: hm?
dblentndre: hi how are ya
PiratesCry2: Gor, you've got some nerve.
PiratesCry2: I'm doing quite well.
PiratesCry2: And yourself?
dblentndre: oh good :-) I'm doing well
dblentndre: brb
PiratesCry2: You're no longer absent. That's always a plus.
PiratesCry2: Oh.
PiratesCry2: I spoke too soon.
dblentndre: I'm back. I needed some raisin bran
dblentndre: yeah I accidentally left without putting up an away message again
dblentndre: oops
dblentndre: sorry
PiratesCry2: I read that. And commented, correcting your spelling.
PiratesCry2: Raisin Bran?
PiratesCry2: 'S a bit early, ain't it?
dblentndre: hehe yum, it's tasty
dblentndre: so why are you so wonderful tonight?
dblentndre: what's new in your life Richity
PiratesCry2: I am always wonderful, Amy. Tonight is no exception.
PiratesCry2: All that's new in my life is a tummy full of popcorn and a Green Arrow graphic novel.
dblentndre: yay for those :-)
PiratesCry2: But I saw V for Vendetta with Tony, so that's a good thing.
PiratesCry2: Saw it on Saint Patty's Day, with Andrew, but it benefitted from a second viewing.
dblentndre: good movie
PiratesCry2: Great movie.
PiratesCry2: Great graphic novel.
dblentndre: yeah I enjoyed the movie a lot
PiratesCry2: So, what are you up to tomorrow?
dblentndre: work. you?
PiratesCry2: Work, eh?
PiratesCry2: I am doing many things.
PiratesCry2: Preeminent among them being attending a play in Worcester.
PiratesCry2: Tony was invited, but I doubt he'll go.
dblentndre: yeah, no can do. what play?
PiratesCry2: Not sure.
PiratesCry2: Now hold up.
PiratesCry2: I want you to turn me down properly.
PiratesCry2: At least give me some semblance of regret.
PiratesCry2: The play is at 2.
dblentndre: er, yeah I really can't. i have to work all day...
dblentndre: again, what play?
PiratesCry2: Again, not sure.
dblentndre: you're not sure what play it is?
PiratesCry2: Nope.
PiratesCry2: Odd, huh?
dblentndre: ya! what prompted you to go?
PiratesCry2: Allz I know is, it involves a murder trial, Irish Americans in Massachusetts, and takes place in an earlier century.
PiratesCry2: What prompted me to go was the fact that the cast includes my brother, Sam, and former mentor, Mr. Goddu.
PiratesCry2: And that it was less than an hour long.
dblentndre: Does Sam know what play it is?lol
PiratesCry2: Sam knows many things, but he shares few.
PiratesCry2: So you can't come.
Well, too bad.
PiratesCry2: Onto other matters.
PiratesCry2: Did you get all of my Instant messages last night?
dblentndre: umm....I think so. what did you say
PiratesCry2: What did I say?
PiratesCry2: Hmm . . .
PiratesCry2: I had a drawn out and mock-outraged one-sided conversation. !(see above)!
PiratesCry2: But that was just for humor.
PiratesCry2: Embedded therein were some points of interest I wish now to discuss.
PiratesCry2: Several are no longer relevant, i.e. invitations to today's activities, which you were sadly not present for.
PiratesCry2: But others are matters of future dates, and therefor remain germane to conversation.
dblentndre: oh, hehe, yes I got that
dblentndre: um, alright. you're approaching it like a business meeting. !(she gave me the idea. I took it pretty far.)!
dblentndre: yeah., I've been busy...I just got into a new relationship so it's like...waaaa!
PiratesCry2: Let me review the notes.
dblentndre: are you doing this intentionally? haha
PiratesCry2: New relationship?
That falls under new business and will be discussed in due time.
PiratesCry2: Alllll right.
dblentndre: stop stop!
PiratesCry2: I proposed a hike to the summit of Mt. Skinner, around the hours normally containing the setting of the sun.
PiratesCry2: The date for this excursion was today, April the 8th, but that was merely tentative.
PiratesCry2: The proposed excursion still remains a viable matter, and a new date could feasibly be selected, to suit our busy schedules.
PiratesCry2: This is matter 1.
dblentndre: you said you'd stop!
PiratesCry2: (I said no such thing)
PiratesCry2: (This is not a business meeting, it is a meeting of Parliment)
PiratesCry2: (So I may refer to myself as "Right Honorable")
dblentndre: lol you goofball. brb
PiratesCry2: Two questions were raised from the Right Honorable delegate from Granby Road, and these require answering, as their results may effect future plans.
PiratesCry2: These questions were: Which length of hair does the Right Honorable delegate from Silver Street prefer on the Right Honorable delegate from Granby Road?
dblentndre: hair length?
dblentndre: for you and tones?
PiratesCry2: Party Leader Celi was not elected from the protectorate of Granby Road. He represents the combined protectorates of Brainerd and Lathrop Streets. And he is not present at this council as he is off stabbing things.
dblentndre: oh, just you
dblentndre: um, well it depends what you're going for
dblentndre: the long hair is more memorable
dblentndre: the short hair is more suave
PiratesCry2: Analysis by a committee indicates that the Silver Street delegation prefers the longer hair.
PiratesCry2: By executive decision, the hair of the Right Honorable delegate from Granby Road will be grown, to an approximate length of 12.3 inches in a process taking somewhere over 2 years.
PiratesCry2: However, it was felt that further support of other party members would give the voters more encouragement.
dblentndre: this is hurting my head. lol
PiratesCry2: Indeed?
PiratesCry2: It seems your "new relationship" has made you altogether more vacuous and vacant, and therefore more annoying than usual.
PiratesCry2: This is, needless to say, a grim development.
PiratesCry2: The results of this question have been inconclusive.
dblentndre: *cry*
dblentndre: yeah I like your long hair
dblentndre: but short is more respectable
PiratesCry2: The Honorable Delegate from Granby Road thanks the Honorable delegate from Silver Street.
PiratesCry2: The second question was of an arbitrary and questionable (no pun intended) nature.
PiratesCry2: Therefore, unless directly resumed, it shall be set aside for a later date.
dblentndre: uh, well you knwo it;s annoying when someone tells you they have something to tell you and then doesn't tell it
dblentndre: so tell
dblentndre: what's your Q
PiratesCry2: The Honorable delegate from Granby Road was heard to remark these queries:
PiratesCry2: "Also, whaddya think of this idea?:
PiratesCry2: For birthday presents for my female friends, I offer sexual favors as a gift.
PiratesCry2: Think I'd get any takers?
PiratesCry2: Anything ranging from sensual massages to cunnilingus.
PiratesCry2: Back rubs, foot rubs, toe sucking
PiratesCry2: Hell, I'd even throw in a quick salad tossing for the right girl”
!(I didn't really care about this too much. I only brought it up because I seriously considered extending the offer to Amy on her past birthday, less than a month past. A conversation we had regarding the nature of sexual exploits. as well as my knowledge of her, gave me the idea that it might actually work. Also, I wanted to see if "salad tossing" got a reaction, as I've had it on the brain for quite some time. Call me perverted if you want to, but I'm eventually gonna try it.)!
dblentndre: mayyyybe, it's worth a try
PiratesCry2: The assembled will bear in mind that these remarks were made at a late hour, and under the strain of delerium.
PiratesCry2: The delegation from Granby Road read and respects the answer.
PiratesCry2: The matter of blood donation was also raised.
dblentndre: ok honorable delegate from Granby Road....I must go to bed
PiratesCry2: Oh, okay.
PiratesCry2: In that case, the Chairman brings this meeting to a close.
PiratesCry2: Meeting adjourned.
PiratesCry2: *assorted babble*
PiratesCry2: *scraping chairs, shuffling papers*
PiratesCry2: *muttering about the Right Honorable Delegate from Granby Road's sanity*
PiratesCry2: Goodnight, then.
And goodnight to all of you.
I can only leave you with a recommendation to feel free tonight. Especially in matters of romance. I have no one, but I will still feel whimsical, and I will still dream.
I can also leave you with a recommendation to see V for Vendetta. But, read the graphic novel as well. In fact, read graphic novels in general, you lazy fucks! They are an art form! The perfect blend of words and images.
And, read any book a film you see is based on.
Christ! Experience things from all angles. The books were written to be read! You sheep!
Damnit, you people make me sick.
. . .
Uh, Goodnight.
And, remember, England Prevails.