This thread is for: Chatting, Brainstorming

Muncie

Muncie

Somehow I think this one has been done before.

MKR

We have always been at war with the clowns.

Edcrab

Grid System

Ed, you're a legend

syrion

Chapter XCVII.
In which our hero, Syrion, titled "The Snakiest," staves off the arguments of those who believe that clarity in writing is more important than interesting language, metaphors, and layers of meaning.

Grid System

Well, considering the arguments for both sides boil down to "you're doing it wrong" I'm not sure it matters who wins or if there's even an actual argument to be had.

Quoth

I am the winner!

What do I win?

Grid System

The temporary satisfaction of knowing that one less person is wrong on the internet.

Does it feel good? Is it everything you imagined?

tastydonuts

Grid System wrote: »

The temporary satisfaction of knowing that one less person is wrong on the internet.

Does it feel good? Is it everything you imagined?

We are strong, no one can tell us we're wrong
Searchin' our hearts for so long,
both of us knowing:
The internet is a battlefield~

Uncle Long

I am going to go home in a minute and make a roast beef sandwich and then I'm going to sit down.

Envy me.

tastydonuts

I would, but I'm going home now too. Then I'm going to buy ice cream! I SCREAM FOR IT.

Uncle Long

tastydonuts wrote: »

I would, but I'm going home now too. Then I'm going to buy ice cream! I SCREAM FOR IT.

You rat bastard.

Huh, so that's what an italicized . looks like.

syrion

Grid System wrote: »

Well, considering the arguments for both sides boil down to "you're doing it wrong" I'm not sure it matters who wins or if there's even an actual argument to be had.

Piffle. I just think it would be really boring if everything was about clarity.

Sarcastro

I think its clear Uncle Long has emerged the winner here. Roast beef is yum.

Sarcastro

And Also, when reading MKR's intro into Ed's clown post, I read that in strained artistic french, as a voiceover to the actual artwork.

*flicks ciggarette* Ve haf always been at whar... vis ze clohwns.

It was awesome.

ruzkin

So I've resolved to make at least 100 posts this time around. Because 50 was so... passe.

We got a new couch from IKEA. It's the greatest thing. For the first time in 6 months I've been able to snuggle my lady AND watch TV at the same time.

Houk

I was going to write tonight but then I rememberd I have a kickball game.

When I GIS'd 'kickball clown' I got this:

Munacra

oh god what have I done?

bsjezz

this is no way to start a chat thread!

quick, someone gush about heinlen or martin or something while i talk to muncie about gatsby and munacra... keeps posting clowns, i guess

tastydonuts

man, this sucks. I got this tablet so I can increase my productivity, yet... I've done absolutely nothing with it but scribble and then turn it off. :U

Houk

Well...I've been reading a fair amount of Gibson, specifically the Neuromancer trilogy.

Talk about lack of clarity! Man I love him.

Orikaeshigitae

I always thought Gibson was actually very clear. I love the description of Neuromancer's beach.

tastydonuts

I love Gibson, I thought he was pretty clear too. hm.

syrion

So I watched the first miniseries of Battlestar Galactica, and, well, I liked it--but it seems like a really thin premise for a show, and I don't think I'll continue.

nemesis92

crazy.
everyone go bask in your green-sky'd world.

Orikaeshigitae

Heart of Darkness is like six good moments buried in three tons of bad writing. What the hell, people.

I think all the adaptations were people going 'shit, i could have done this way better'.

syrion

Orikaeshigitae wrote: »

Heart of Darkness is like six good moments buried in three tons of bad writing. What the hell, people.

I think all the adaptations were people going 'shit, i could have done this way better'.

I hated Heart of Darkness. Dull, dull, dull.

Orikaeshigitae

I don't regret reading it, but this is far better.

MKR

syrion wrote: »

So I watched the first miniseries of Battlestar Galactica, and, well, I liked it--but it seems like a really thin premise for a show, and I don't think I'll continue.

The show gets quite a bit better later. Season 3 moved a bit slow, though.

Uncle Long

Alright, update:

The RB Sammich was good. After the sandwich I did, indeed, sit. But, not too long into my sit I got back up because, lo, someone knocked at my door and gave me half of a fresh king crab. So, in order to make the best of the situation I rolled it all up in some nori, with a bit of carrot, cucumber, rice, cream cheese, onion and my own sauce consisting of peppers, worcestershire sauce, and a bit of red wine into some goddamn delicious sushi.

I am now enjoying said sushi and maeking poast.

Oh, also finished DH Lawrence's "The Rainbow" a couple of minutes ago. It was terrible, by the way. I just got back from the library with Bleak House and Vonnegut's Hocus Pocus.

/update

Sarcastro

I saw the movie ('78) when I was threeish... and the flying motorcycles blew my mind.

Uncle Long

Shhhh you're ruining my books.

Also, I'm getting close the end of all Vonnegut, and I'm getting kind of nostalgic and saddened of the fact.

bsjezz

Orikaeshigitae wrote: »

Heart of Darkness is like six good moments buried in three tons of bad writing. What the hell, people.

I think all the adaptations were people going 'shit, i could have done this way better'.

you fool, you foolish fool

one day you will grow up to understand that heart of darkness is the insurmountable tale

even if conrad does enourmously overwrite the silent broodiness of the jungle

it's okay, though. he's allowed. he earnt his right in the first few pages

Joseph Conrad wrote:

"I was thinking of very old times, when the Romans first came here, nineteen hundred years ago -- the other day. . . . Light came out of this river since -- you say Knights? Yes; but it is like a running blaze on a plain, like a flash of lightning in the clouds. We live in the flicker -- may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling! But darkness was here yesterday. Imagine the feelings of a commander of a fine -- what d'ye call 'em? -- trireme in the Mediterranean, ordered suddenly to the north; run overland across the Gauls in a hurry; put in charge of one of these craft the legionaries -- a wonderful lot of handy men they must have been, too -- used to build, apparently by the hundred, in a month or two, if we may believe what we read. Imagine him here -- the very end of the world, a sea the colour of lead, a sky the colour of smoke, a kind of ship about as rigid as a concertina -- and going up this river with stores, or orders, or what you like. Sand-banks, marshes, forests, savages, -- precious little to eat fit for a civilized man, nothing but Thames water to drink. No Falernian wine here, no going ashore. Here and there a military camp lost in a wilderness, like a needle in a bundle of hay -- cold, fog, tempests, disease, exile, and death -- death skulking in the air, in the water, in the bush. They must have been dying like flies here. Oh, yes -- he did it. Did it very well, too, no doubt, and without thinking much about it either, except afterwards to brag of what he had gone through in his time, perhaps. They were men enough to face the darkness. And perhaps he was cheered by keeping his eye on a chance of promotion to the fleet at Ravenna by and by, if he had good friends in Rome and survived the awful climate. Or think of a decent young citizen in a toga -- perhaps too much dice, you know -- coming out here in the train of some prefect, or tax-gatherer, or trader even, to mend his fortunes. Land in a swamp, march through the woods, and in some inland post feel the savagery, the utter savagery, had closed round him -- all that mysterious life of the wilderness that stirs in the forest, in the jungles, in the hearts of wild men. There's no initiation either into such mysteries. He has to live in the midst of the incomprehensible, which is also detestable. And it has a fascination, too, that goes to work upon him. The fascination of the abomination -- you know, imagine the growing regrets, the longing to escape, the powerless disgust, the surrender, the hate."

He paused.

"Mind," he began again, lifting one arm from the elbow, the palm of the hand outwards, so that, with his legs folded before him, he had the pose of a Buddha preaching in European clothes and without a lotus-flower -- "Mind, none of us would feel exactly like this..."

amazing

Orikaeshigitae

did you quote a terrible part by mistake

bsjezz

nope

sometimes that monologue keeps me up at night

Uncle Long

Didn't you have any brothers or someone to...you know...show you how to take care of things like that?

I mean, if not...

bsjezz

my brother was eaten by a cannibal in the dark tropics of new guinea you heartless bastard

Uncle Long

bsjezz wrote: »

my brother was eaten by a cannibal in the dark tropics of new guinea you heartless bastard

Is there a pun in there somewhere?

Iriah

bsjezz wrote: »

my brother was eaten by a cannibal in the dark tropics of new guinea you heartless bastard

did he at least check out the kokoda trail beforehand

bsjezz

Uncle Long wrote: »

bsjezz wrote: »

my brother was eaten by a cannibal in the dark tropics of new guinea you heartless bastard

Is there a pun in there somewhere?

there was, but my sister shot it in her frenzied escape. poor buggers are extinct, now