Dear Mun #oo1
You're asking me why this is a bad idea? My hopes remain that was a thinly-conceived attempt of a joke and not an actual and tangible question, outside of the rhetoric.
Here are the facts, and the fact remains: trend. Trend referring to your extensive and scarcely-used character base. Trend referring to a refreshed intellectual romance with an anachronistic rekindling of my original novelization. Trend, my dear and poor blogger, as if I've need for another of those, referring to your remarkably shortened attention span - that is to say, I'm a realist. Realism dictates that your interest will dwindle, perhaps by the end of this week, perhaps by the end of this month, and you'll forget this long-winded repartee you've spent hours concocting and minutes transcribing.
You've a heavy workload, applications, busywork, errands, you've no time for roleplaying of any sort. What size shoe do I wear? Do I bite my fingernails? Can you name even a single manufacturer of violins or are you scampering off to your search engine before I've even finished my sentence? Should I continue to be coy in listing your shortcomings or shall I delve into the obvious and the intellectual?
Conclusion: Spur of the moment, without an inkling of preparation in advance.
And the screenname, a play on the popular Latin phrase, lusus naturae - 'Freak' of knowledge, Donovan will be sure to offer a snicker or two. I'd dare say nearly witty, encroaching upon clever, had it not taken you so very long to uncover the correct conjugation of scientia. First declension, singular, the dative tense - has it really been that long since you've taken those courses? Goodness, your mind really is a sieve. Have you clung to anything worthwhile insofar as your education or is it only baseless trivia that you've managed to keep in your repertoire?
You cannot play me. Not without proper consideration, and thought. Do you not think anything through? There are ground rules, and there are limits, and I'm sure you haven't bothered to recognize the idea or begun to speculate upon what those limits could be. Shall I list? Alphabetically, or as they occur to me?
Do not smoke in my presence. Do not dictate what I should or should not do - that's not to say you can't suggest, politely, but by no means have you any manner of authority over me. Do not bother me with trivial anythings, do not BEGIN to THINK of interrupting me while I am mid-stream. Do not, under any circumstances, impose a discussion of the events concerning a one swimming pool and a one jacket laden with explosives. It's, quite frankly, none of your business.
Although I suppose you've begun to make it so, now.
...Hofner, for the record. Rogue, Bellafina, Glaesel, Stradivarius. All popular brands of violin. You're welcome.
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Here are the facts, and the fact remains: trend. Trend referring to your extensive and scarcely-used character base. Trend referring to a refreshed intellectual romance with an anachronistic rekindling of my original novelization. Trend, my dear and poor blogger, as if I've need for another of those, referring to your remarkably shortened attention span - that is to say, I'm a realist. Realism dictates that your interest will dwindle, perhaps by the end of this week, perhaps by the end of this month, and you'll forget this long-winded repartee you've spent hours concocting and minutes transcribing.
You've a heavy workload, applications, busywork, errands, you've no time for roleplaying of any sort. What size shoe do I wear? Do I bite my fingernails? Can you name even a single manufacturer of violins or are you scampering off to your search engine before I've even finished my sentence? Should I continue to be coy in listing your shortcomings or shall I delve into the obvious and the intellectual?
Conclusion: Spur of the moment, without an inkling of preparation in advance.
And the screenname, a play on the popular Latin phrase, lusus naturae - 'Freak' of knowledge, Donovan will be sure to offer a snicker or two. I'd dare say nearly witty, encroaching upon clever, had it not taken you so very long to uncover the correct conjugation of scientia. First declension, singular, the dative tense - has it really been that long since you've taken those courses? Goodness, your mind really is a sieve. Have you clung to anything worthwhile insofar as your education or is it only baseless trivia that you've managed to keep in your repertoire?
You cannot play me. Not without proper consideration, and thought. Do you not think anything through? There are ground rules, and there are limits, and I'm sure you haven't bothered to recognize the idea or begun to speculate upon what those limits could be. Shall I list? Alphabetically, or as they occur to me?
Do not smoke in my presence. Do not dictate what I should or should not do - that's not to say you can't suggest, politely, but by no means have you any manner of authority over me. Do not bother me with trivial anythings, do not BEGIN to THINK of interrupting me while I am mid-stream. Do not, under any circumstances, impose a discussion of the events concerning a one swimming pool and a one jacket laden with explosives. It's, quite frankly, none of your business.
Although I suppose you've begun to make it so, now.
...Hofner, for the record. Rogue, Bellafina, Glaesel, Stradivarius. All popular brands of violin. You're welcome.
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