Completely out of context of the story, but as I have no progress in that field, I figured I'd put t
This is... well, random. I was intending it for an away message, in my typical randomness (for a better example of randomness, check out my AIM profile.)
The context, one day, I was thinking why were there only seven dwarves?
You ever wonder why Doc is so happy even though that's not his name? Well, you ever wonder why there are only seven dwarves? Doc knows why. A long time ago, there was a whole town of dwarves, and all of them had families, and wives and husbands, and girlfriends, and boyfriends, and they were all sort of happy. Except Sick and Tired, but that was their problem. Why weren't they really happy? Well, it wasn't really all due to the names, as grumpy as Grumpy was, he was still happy in a way. But, no one could really express their feelings. They hated all the misunderstandings based on context. "I'm sad" No, that's him. He's Sad, you are Pleasant. "I'm feeling grumpy today." And what does your wife have to say about that, huh? Or Grumpy, what does he have to say about that? "I'm in love" ... rather messy in my opinion, be careful on the way out. And this whole thing just escalated, until there was a town meeting. This was shortly after the class-action lawsuit to prove that several of the townsfolk were faithful to their partners, excluding Undecisive of course. And the Mayor, Helpful, said "That's it, we are all getting normal names" But then some stood up. "But we like our names! They're desciptive of who we are!" and this developed into an argument. What stopped it was when Stubborn sucked it up and became Bruce Steelsong. Immediately afterwards, Confused agreed to have his name changed, but left clutching his head before it was decided. Thus, he became Tucker Turner. And so it continued, Scared became Biff Taylor, Shy became Lucy Smith, Pious became He-who-smites-all-infidels-righteously "Harry" Goodman (can't really change personality). But, there were still six holding out. They were absolutely dead set on not changing their names, even Bashful, who rarely spoke his mind, and Dopey, who didn't notice much at all. Even Sleepy was oddly animated on this issue. Clueless would have been in the party as well, had he not forgotten about the meeting, wandered around, and met his demise leaning over the town well. They held out so long that the rest of the town just said "Get Out!" and threw them out and exiled them from the town. Grumpy left his wife, now Sue, and doesn't like to talk about it. Sleepy left his best friend Tired, now Tim. Sneezy woulda left that girl he was dating, Sick, but she didn't show up for the town meeting, as she was in the hospital again. She later changed her name, and again it was changed for her. It originally was Dead, but then someone came along and scratched Mary-Ann on her tombstone. Dopey left the girl of his dreams, and doesn't really much notice. And then there was Doc. Doc was always the odd kid, cause he wasn't named after an emotion or state of being. He had always been left out, had been last to be picked for anything, had never dated anyone in his whole life, had been disowned by his family, and had to go to the humancollege, cause the dwarf one didn't actually think he was a dwarf, and there, he got hassled and hassled until he went to med-school even though he really wanted to be something else. And even then, lack of business forced him out of his clinic, and he ended up running a bed and breakfast for humans ten miles out of town, though he still spent weekends in the town. And now it looked like he was about to be left out again. But he played his cards right. He went "Wait, these six run the most productive mine in these parts. You can't just cut them off, They are a major source of money for the town." The mayor looked at him and said "Doc, you're right. Why, everyone knows that though the town is a popular spot for tourism, and is mostly self sufficient, we wouldn't have half the luxuries we have now without the business from those six. But what do we do? They live here in town for the most part." "You want them out of town, and my bed and breakfast and their mine are at least ten miles from it. If we add a wing to my bed and breakfast, and some beds, they can live out there." "That takes care of a location, but how will they contribute from the town's income in exile?" "I will conduct the trade for them on my regular visits into town. In exchange, I ask that I be given a small salary by the town for monitering them, maintaining trade, and promoting tourism for the town while I am out there." "That sounds like a bit much, I know that hiring you for that position would solve all the problems, and not just maintain the town's economy, but boost it... can't you compromise somewhere?" "I will also change my name so that people don't confuse me with any of the other town doctors." And the mayor agreed, and generously gave him a salary based on a small percentage of the town's income due to tourism and exports of precious stones and metals. And Doc made good his promise, and advertised the village in the nearby human towns, and continued advertising until the town's fame spread far and wide. And the town became richer, and all the people indulged in rarities and luxuries they could only have dreamed of before, even Bobby Stevens, formerly Lazy. And now, he is the Ambassador between the Seven, and the town, now called Suburbia. And because of that, he has a cushy job, he's been able to open up a clinic and have good business there, and he has a wife in town who he visits on week days with no appoinments booked, and who he invites out to the Bed and Breakfast on the Holidays, and they are a loving couple with 2 beautiful children. And that is why Doc is so happy. And that is why there are only seven.
The context, one day, I was thinking why were there only seven dwarves?
You ever wonder why Doc is so happy even though that's not his name? Well, you ever wonder why there are only seven dwarves? Doc knows why. A long time ago, there was a whole town of dwarves, and all of them had families, and wives and husbands, and girlfriends, and boyfriends, and they were all sort of happy. Except Sick and Tired, but that was their problem. Why weren't they really happy? Well, it wasn't really all due to the names, as grumpy as Grumpy was, he was still happy in a way. But, no one could really express their feelings. They hated all the misunderstandings based on context. "I'm sad" No, that's him. He's Sad, you are Pleasant. "I'm feeling grumpy today." And what does your wife have to say about that, huh? Or Grumpy, what does he have to say about that? "I'm in love" ... rather messy in my opinion, be careful on the way out. And this whole thing just escalated, until there was a town meeting. This was shortly after the class-action lawsuit to prove that several of the townsfolk were faithful to their partners, excluding Undecisive of course. And the Mayor, Helpful, said "That's it, we are all getting normal names" But then some stood up. "But we like our names! They're desciptive of who we are!" and this developed into an argument. What stopped it was when Stubborn sucked it up and became Bruce Steelsong. Immediately afterwards, Confused agreed to have his name changed, but left clutching his head before it was decided. Thus, he became Tucker Turner. And so it continued, Scared became Biff Taylor, Shy became Lucy Smith, Pious became He-who-smites-all-infidels-righteously "Harry" Goodman (can't really change personality). But, there were still six holding out. They were absolutely dead set on not changing their names, even Bashful, who rarely spoke his mind, and Dopey, who didn't notice much at all. Even Sleepy was oddly animated on this issue. Clueless would have been in the party as well, had he not forgotten about the meeting, wandered around, and met his demise leaning over the town well. They held out so long that the rest of the town just said "Get Out!" and threw them out and exiled them from the town. Grumpy left his wife, now Sue, and doesn't like to talk about it. Sleepy left his best friend Tired, now Tim. Sneezy woulda left that girl he was dating, Sick, but she didn't show up for the town meeting, as she was in the hospital again. She later changed her name, and again it was changed for her. It originally was Dead, but then someone came along and scratched Mary-Ann on her tombstone. Dopey left the girl of his dreams, and doesn't really much notice. And then there was Doc. Doc was always the odd kid, cause he wasn't named after an emotion or state of being. He had always been left out, had been last to be picked for anything, had never dated anyone in his whole life, had been disowned by his family, and had to go to the humancollege, cause the dwarf one didn't actually think he was a dwarf, and there, he got hassled and hassled until he went to med-school even though he really wanted to be something else. And even then, lack of business forced him out of his clinic, and he ended up running a bed and breakfast for humans ten miles out of town, though he still spent weekends in the town. And now it looked like he was about to be left out again. But he played his cards right. He went "Wait, these six run the most productive mine in these parts. You can't just cut them off, They are a major source of money for the town." The mayor looked at him and said "Doc, you're right. Why, everyone knows that though the town is a popular spot for tourism, and is mostly self sufficient, we wouldn't have half the luxuries we have now without the business from those six. But what do we do? They live here in town for the most part." "You want them out of town, and my bed and breakfast and their mine are at least ten miles from it. If we add a wing to my bed and breakfast, and some beds, they can live out there." "That takes care of a location, but how will they contribute from the town's income in exile?" "I will conduct the trade for them on my regular visits into town. In exchange, I ask that I be given a small salary by the town for monitering them, maintaining trade, and promoting tourism for the town while I am out there." "That sounds like a bit much, I know that hiring you for that position would solve all the problems, and not just maintain the town's economy, but boost it... can't you compromise somewhere?" "I will also change my name so that people don't confuse me with any of the other town doctors." And the mayor agreed, and generously gave him a salary based on a small percentage of the town's income due to tourism and exports of precious stones and metals. And Doc made good his promise, and advertised the village in the nearby human towns, and continued advertising until the town's fame spread far and wide. And the town became richer, and all the people indulged in rarities and luxuries they could only have dreamed of before, even Bobby Stevens, formerly Lazy. And now, he is the Ambassador between the Seven, and the town, now called Suburbia. And because of that, he has a cushy job, he's been able to open up a clinic and have good business there, and he has a wife in town who he visits on week days with no appoinments booked, and who he invites out to the Bed and Breakfast on the Holidays, and they are a loving couple with 2 beautiful children. And that is why Doc is so happy. And that is why there are only seven.