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  • Birthday 05/22/1905
  1. Are you going to write a novel trying to cover your ass, Scarecrow? If you did something that was insulting, there's a difference between saying "I'm sorry" and "I didn't try to, nothing I did was wrong, but there's a slight possibillity that some people on this planet may have been wrongly offended by it, so that's too fucking bad." I'm sick and tired of the sarcastic, hurtful attitude you've adopted. I thought this place would finally be pleasant when we got rid of Hot Christ, but apparently not all of us can learn to respect each other and take responsibility for our actions. You're the only one here playing I Spy with the forum trying to find fuck-ups to pick on people for. You're fabricating whole new fuck-ups. You must be damn good at that game, but here's news: when you're that good at playing, no one wants to play with you. For all the shit you gave me for hating men, Scarecrow, you sure don't seem to give a rat's ass about convince me otherwise.
  2. We've been doing tons of things to excite Action Shark lately, haven't we? I thought you all should do your part and go .
  3. I don't know the members, I just grew up thinking how weird the music was but how nice it was also. There's another comment I could make but I really don't need to.
  4. They eat dead, beaten horses in some countries. My friend went to China to visit relatives and watch the Olympics back when, and among the other oddities at the market she saw starfish-on-a-stick and sheep penis.
  5. ((It's alright, Van's past is mildly emo too, although nobody died. Still, he's had an... interesting life.)) Van carried out the order regarding the pillows, motioning for another child to come with him. Vernon came. Unfortunately, Vernon found whatever was on to be interesting and stood there, starting an interesting story it reminded him of. Trudging back to the main room of the lodge, Van dropped the pillows he managed to grab on the floor. "You know, I doubt this will do us much good. I've been researching mental sedatives, and..." "Shhh, I'm trying to think." Joan was staring busily at Miriku's writhing body, although it was stunning how she managed to focus on one spot. "I don't have skills in Clairvoyance," Van continued, successfully weirded out, "but if someone were able to project their senses into just an outer layer of her conciousness it may nullify the stress... of course, that's just a theory." He stood back, leaning on a table. Despite the coolness of his voice, you could see in his face that he was definitely freaked out and going through a lot of thoughts trying to help. Alex took a step in front of him, making him jump up and stand straight. "What do you think you're saying?" He asked, with a bitter look on his face. "You don't have any idea what you're talking about, do you." "I'm only trying to help." Van took a step forward defensively. "What are you doing, sitting here, looking proud, king-of-the-hill?" Alex bent over laughing sarcastically. "Oh, oh, that's great," he crooned, shaking his head with a smirk on his face. "You just jump in and decide you can take the reins of a seriously dangerous psychomedical emergency. Tell me that one again, it'll be great at parties." Van looked away, flipping over a new page in his memopad. Focusing on his writing, he coldly replied: "Well, maybe you would like to take a step inside the young lady's mind, then." "What are you writing there?" Alex grabbed invasively as Van's paper, as he did not like being insulted with words or ink. "I suppose your little shopping list is full of insight, isn't it! This is just chicken scratch! Who are you trying to fool?" Alex was enjoying himself. He was showing this older kid who was the alpha around here, the intellectual far superior. His grin turned to a grimace. The fool was smiling. Van laughed- "I write backwards in my own notess. It's something Da Vinci did, as well, if you would note. Now, I'm going to make myself useful and stop socializing with you." He turned around. Alex was steaming- but it's alright. He'll speed through the lessons, get his merit badges, and put this chump's name on the list of his first to keep in mind when he's carrying out his devious plans one day. Van shook his head, irritated. He was studying Miriku as thoroughly as he could, trying to keep an eye out for signs of further emergency while making his own observations to conclude things about later. He did feel sorry for her. Having an unwanted voice in one's head was extremely irritating. Van was glad he didn't have to deal with that sort of thing. He sighed, suggesting the other kids, most of whom were glaring at one of the other campers or looking by hopelessly, try and access Miriku's conciousness and busy her while the counselors were at work. You should... o away, you kn... She's not... good time. If you're not goin... ay games she likes... you shoul... pla... yourself. C'mon, speak clearly sweetheart, or I'll never know the perfect thing to say back. "That wasn't me, you revolting excuse for an imaginary entity!" Th... rmm... k... With a static-like burst, the second voice began to clear up. Miriku, are you okay? I hope you are. Look! It's Sasha and Milla. Finally. I hope we can do something fun. What about during the lesson? Do they have anything fun planned for the lesson? Can we hurry up with it, too, because this is taking forever and- "Miri, darling... Sasha, what do you see?" And with that the voice faded. (( There's an influx of intellectuals in the camp lately. Van isn't a huge genius, and he's not unkind, he just wants everyone to take things more seriously and doesn't care for taking part in amusing activities with other children. I could probably translate that Miriku but I am too dang tired tonight. Blah blah mother amaterasu blah blah entirely blah blah...)) And with that it faded. ((EDIT: apparently my voice is haunting Miriku as well. ))
  6. I loved that song. My sister sent me off with that CD when I went to Japan, so I associate Japan with funny monkeys on postcards.
  7. Oh my goo-ness, why do you not have the Chimps song on that list?! I love that band. My sister and mom liked it so when I was a kid growing up they were one of the many sounds that I grew to recognize but never really *knew* until my sister loaned me the CDs years later. I also like all of their songs about bad things like the end of the world and how absolutely chipper they are. They just make me want to drink poison and dance until I die, only not really, but that would be funny, but not really, that would actually be horrible. But maybe not if there were chimps too. In diapers.
  8. And it's okay when Zilla does it because it's not healthy for someone to feed on their own blood. And I'm not healthy. I probably taste dry and crispy, like those kind of french fries that are just like if they skinned a potato and took a piece of the potato skin and put it in the frier and rolled it in the ashes of old, shriveled-up french fries. Only you other DFAFers have tasty grammarbloods. *nodnod* But let it be noted that even though I mean it in the most loving way, if I ever bitch at someone and it irritates them, let me know. As much as it amuses me, it doesn't amuse me when it hurts people's feelings unless they're stupid and noobly, and no one on DFAF is anything like that. One of my best friends actually has terrible English (spelling-wise). It was a horror show when we first exchanged MSN names. But after weeks of headdesking, I got over it and took out my grammarfrustration on things like her school projects, and she would end every sentence with "and I know I spelled that wrong." Once I stop laughing at you, I become a valuable resource! Just ask her. She will nod solemnly, but at the same time be headbanging because of how painfully true it is. edit: btw, I may as well not double-post. It wouldn't have irritated me so much, but I was probably in a bad mood and your post sounded really sarcastic and challenging at the time, Scarecrow, so I was offended. XP Normally I don't have problems with tone on the internet, but... well, you're Scarecrow. You're special. And we mean that in the most loving way. Isn't that right, Miriku? Look at Miriku, she's nodding from wherever in the States she lives. ... You really do have a unique brand of oddly flattering sarcasm, though. edit again: I would not have even considered the pun-off if Flapjack had not shown me the magic of puns. Damn, that's sexy magic. edit again again: What all were your first jobs? I need to do something, but I don't think a girl who hates work, living things, and the outdoors and is constantly ill fits many job descriptions.
  9. Cool, sorry my mood having-been-wrecked wrecked yours, too. D8 WHAT? EVERYTHING I KNOW IS A LIE!
  10. lulz Miriku. Yeah, Scarecrow, you broke my mood and I wasn't trying to be offensive and I saw you as a little defensive which in turn pissed me off. :B Can we still be friends, you know, with me correcting your grammar and everything only because you know I love you? I got Tales of Vesperia yesterday. I can't wait. FINALLY a Tales game with a nonhuman playable character. I mean, sure, you have Eugene, but that's just not the same. No to mention, he's the ONLY Gajuma character in the party! And this game is all about countering racism. I mean, Hilda's a Half, but that's nothing. And no spoilers or you'll taste my wrath, and I know how much you guys like that. Hey, Apple, I had a dream last night where we did that art trade. But we both basically drew two identical pictures. Great minds... Apparently we're having a pun-off at school. My English teacher is hosting it and coaching participants, and I'm considering joining because he is so dang funny. I have him for first period, so he's sleepy, and he's a really strict and serious teacher (I'm surprised I passed his class! Even with my absences, he was really strict on due dates), but every so often he'll crack a joke and we'll sit there for five seconds half-asleep, and then some of us will half-heartedly giggle. When he gets on a roll, you can take him for like ten minutes of just cracking jokes back and forth, but if you yell out something amusing during class, even if it's as a response to one of his cracks, and he's not in the mood, he'll just scold you and tell you to get out your books. Still, I imagine he's pretty fun when he's not too sleepy, and he's a really cool guy when he decides it's cool time. That being said, I'm already a laughing stock at school, and would probably miss all of the practices. Oops. I'm loving my Tonfas, by the way. There's just something comforting about having a big fat safety foam-padded stick to twirl around. Like when you used to always spin necklaces and lunch boxes around like helicopter blades even though you knew it would hurt someone. lol. It really aggrivates my carpal tunnel, but I'm getting some strength and it's surprisingly amusing to practice spinning while watching cartoons.
  11. I was playing an MMO today and someone had an egg-like monster for a pet that he named Obama. The conversation went a bit something like this: "Why is he an egg, isn't that a little weak?" "Because he represents new opportunities and protection." "Unless you don't feed him." "..." "We really can't argue with that, you know."
  12. Actually I've generally heard that white is the absence of color while black is a mix of all colors. In most practices it depends on the saturation, but I actually couldn't tell you which is really which. You said something I found to be irritating. You could just let the pattern flow, keep the randomness of the thread going, or you could open up and spout speculatory remarks to a rhetorical post. Oh no, now I feel like a bad person. :1
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