Amused

Re: Jokes
 

Re: Storn's Art & Characters thread.
 

 
As they would say on FIREFLY ... Shiney!
 
PDS

Re: Musings on Random Musings
 

 
Me, having their picture drawn, 38.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
What?

Re: Musings on Random Musings
 
wrote this a while ago...just thought of it again and typed up real quickly.
 
 
So you walk into a room full of people there are big booths all around the room where these people come to congregate. Not unlike a convention, but it lasts much longer than any convention would.
There are smaller booths with a members name on each that are connected to each other but locked from people that do not bear the persons name. These booths seem only for private communication between members and general appearance upkeep for the member.
Everyone in the room is wearing a name tag with usual and unusual names. All their faces are boxes with strange images in them, sometime bright and vibrant other dark and mystical, others just plain goofy.
I step hesitantly in the room, my face the image of an upside down Nightcrawler.
I cautiously make my past the booths glances at the large signs above them that allude to the conversations within.
Random Musings, Compliment the Person Above, Why is Bush Still in Office… all sorts of topics.
Some of the booths are larger than the others, filled with life and vibrance, others nearly empty.
I make my way into the Quick Apology to the Boards both. It had started as a general I’m sorry to the convention goers, but it seemed to have transformed into a bawdy joke fest.
I see my opportunity and say hello, making a joke. The words appear in front of my head, before they are plastered to the extensive booth wall.
A person steps in, his boxy face the image of a crazed clown.

Sheep’s…lewdness…general mayhem


His tag says his name is Mightybec and even when my bland body that all the convention goers have morphs into that of a fifteen year old girl, he shrugs. A couple others back off quickly, but I laugh and continue joking.
The convention continues even as the some of the booths are lit on fire. The yelling and screaming echo out faintly as the babysitters quickly come in with fire extinguisher and begin throwing members out of the convention.
A female duo morphs into one member and their body morphs from two sexy woman to one creepy man. The whole convention takes notice, but eventually the members calm again.
The convention continues to go on, as it most likely will for years to come. It is the convention of the NGD.
 
The End

Re: Musings on Random Musings
 
wrote this a while ago...just thought of it again and typed up real quickly.
 
 
So you walk into a room full of people there are big booths all around the room where these people come to congregate. Not unlike a convention, but it lasts much longer than any convention would.
There are smaller booths with a members name on each that are connected to each other but locked from people that do not bear the persons name. These booths seem only for private communication between members and general appearance upkeep for the member.
Everyone in the room is wearing a name tag with usual and unusual names. All their faces are boxes with strange images in them, sometime bright and vibrant other dark and mystical, others just plain goofy.
I step hesitantly in the room, my face the image of an upside down Nightcrawler.
I cautiously make my past the booths glances at the large signs above them that allude to the conversations within.
Random Musings, Compliment the Person Above, Why is Bush Still in Office… all sorts of topics.
Some of the booths are larger than the others, filled with life and vibrance, others nearly empty.
I make my way into the Quick Apology to the Boards both. It had started as a general I’m sorry to the convention goers, but it seemed to have transformed into a bawdy joke fest.
I see my opportunity and say hello, making a joke. The words appear in front of my head, before they are plastered to the extensive booth wall.
A person steps in, his boxy face the image of a crazed clown.

Sheep’s…lewdness…general mayhem


His tag says his name is Mightybec and even when my bland body that all the convention goers have morphs into that of a fifteen year old girl, he shrugs. A couple others back off quickly, but I laugh and continue joking.
The convention continues even as the some of the booths are lit on fire. The yelling and screaming echo out faintly as the babysitters quickly come in with fire extinguisher and begin throwing members out of the convention.
A female duo morphs into one member and their body morphs from two sexy woman to one creepy man. The whole convention takes notice, but eventually the members calm again.
The convention continues to go on, as it most likely will for years to come. It is the convention of the NGD.
 
The End

Re: Musings on Random Musings
 
wrote this a while ago...just thought of it again and typed up real quickly.
 
 
So you walk into a room full of people there are big booths all around the room where these people come to congregate. Not unlike a convention, but it lasts much longer than any convention would.
There are smaller booths with a members name on each that are connected to each other but locked from people that do not bear the persons name. These booths seem only for private communication between members and general appearance upkeep for the member.
Everyone in the room is wearing a name tag with usual and unusual names. All their faces are boxes with strange images in them, sometime bright and vibrant other dark and mystical, others just plain goofy.
I step hesitantly in the room, my face the image of an upside down Nightcrawler.
I cautiously make my past the booths glances at the large signs above them that allude to the conversations within.
Random Musings, Compliment the Person Above, Why is Bush Still in Office… all sorts of topics.
Some of the booths are larger than the others, filled with life and vibrance, others nearly empty.
I make my way into the Quick Apology to the Boards both. It had started as a general I’m sorry to the convention goers, but it seemed to have transformed into a bawdy joke fest.
I see my opportunity and say hello, making a joke. The words appear in front of my head, before they are plastered to the extensive booth wall.
A person steps in, his boxy face the image of a crazed clown.

Sheep’s…lewdness…general mayhem


His tag says his name is Mightybec and even when my bland body that all the convention goers have morphs into that of a fifteen year old girl, he shrugs. A couple others back off quickly, but I laugh and continue joking.
The convention continues even as the some of the booths are lit on fire. The yelling and screaming echo out faintly as the babysitters quickly come in with fire extinguisher and begin throwing members out of the convention.
A female duo morphs into one member and their body morphs from two sexy woman to one creepy man. The whole convention takes notice, but eventually the members calm again.
The convention continues to go on, as it most likely will for years to come. It is the convention of the NGD.
 
The End

Re: Musings on Random Musings
 

 
Do as the doctor says, the earlier you deal with the problem the better.
That "won’t leave the house" problem gets worse with age.
There is no better way to deal with it than the hard boring way.

Re: A Thread for Random Musings
 
My rep power and my age are currently the same..... funky.....

Re: A Thread for Random Musings
 
I think it is odd that I cannot remember the last time I gave rep, yet I still cannot not give James Gillen rep today....hmmm....

Re: A Thread for Random Musings
 
I think it is sad that I lost all respect for a friend of mine, because she decided that my favorite band was not punk enough and were just a bunch of "posers".
Alot of people do this and it pisses me off, because it's just music! Who cares if it is punk, pop, country-western, or polka. If it sounds good listen to it, if it doesn't change the friggin dial on the radio. I do not believe a band should be given credibilty on how well they fit into a paticular genre. Heck I think I like a band better when I have to use mutiple genres to only begin to describe.
 
So excuse me if I like more than the stuff the world has deemed as "cool"

Re: The cranky thread
 

Sorry to hear this. You're to be admired for being so sexually aware and honest for your age. I know it's trite but...things will work out. Well, they'll be worse, too, in the future, at the same time. Life's a rich pageant. Or a bag of dung. Well a rich pageant buried in a bag of dung. Huh, I guess I'm not the best person to try to cheer you up...
 
but life does get better than it is at your age, in my opinion.