Coid's Crowing Conundrum of a Canticle of Crookedly Random Banter #185

[Socratov]

More of a dinner of champions.. It's 9:21pm here.

According to the gospel of ManlyMan anything that can be used for breakfast, can be used for dinner and vice versa...

[Mynxae]

According to the gospel of ManlyMan anything that can be used for breakfast, can be used for dinner and vice versa...

Gospel of ManlyMan..?

[Socratov]

it's a verbal tradition in which ManlyMan is an antropomorphic figure indicating a strong masculine traditional man. drawings have been found of a muscular man with a handlebar moustache standing in a pugilist's pose

[Dimonite]

So my mom has a new hound as of yesterday (no pics yet), for those curious, she's an Irish Wolfhound (puppies look like this, when they grow up they look like this) and very cute. I guess my mom will be busy fawning all over her for the oncoming months

This reminds me: There's this little old lady I keep seeing around campus (seriously, she's less than five feet tall) and every time I see her, she's walking three dogs at once: an Irish Wolfhound, an Afghan Hound, and a West Highland Terrier. This lady is my hero.

[Heliomance]

That is being performed by a highly trained individual in a situation with a limited chance of uncontrolled combustion.

Nope. It's me. With maybe ten minutes' instruction, and an hour or two of practise total a year.

[Socratov]

This reminds me: There's this little old lady I keep seeing around campus (seriously, she's less than five feet tall) and every time I see her, she's walking three dogs at once: an Irish Wolfhound, an Afghan Hound, and a West Highland Terrier. This lady is my hero.

She deserves the Socratov's official stamp of awesomeness (still need to make that one so I can actually use it)

[Teddy]

It's just feels so good when you take your working assignment code, extend it with some added functionality, and afterwards, it works just as well, if not better, than before, and without a single bug added.

[Rawhide]

This reminds me: There's this little old lady I keep seeing around campus (seriously, she's less than five feet tall) and every time I see her, she's walking three dogs at once: an Irish Wolfhound, an Afghan Hound, and a West Highland Terrier. This lady is my hero.

An Irish Wolfhound, an Afghan Hound, and a West Highland Terrier walk into a bar...

[Mercenary Pen]

An Irish Wolfhound, an Afghan Hound, and a West Highland Terrier walk into a bar...

You would have thought that one of them would have seen it...

[Dimonite]

You would have thought that one of them would have seen it...

Well, if the Westie can walk into it, then the other two wouldn't so much "walk into" as "trip over".

[Devmaar]

Well, if the Westie can walk into it, then the other two wouldn't so much "walk into" as "trip over".

Unless the bar is vertical and they walked in from different directions

[Mercenary Pen]

Well, if the Westie can walk into it, then the other two wouldn't so much "walk into" as "trip over".

Alternatively, it could still be the building

[Dimonite]

Alternatively, it could still be the building

Alright, so the westie would order a scotch and the wolfhound would order whiskey, but what would the Afghan hound order?

[Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll]

Alright, so the westie would order a scotch and the wolfhound would order whiskey, but what would the Afghan hound order?

Mmmm, maybe a yoghurt drink. Or a coffee. Generally the Muslim world isn't famed for it's alcohol. Despite having invented the word and everything.

[Amidus Drexel]

Lies.

Spoiler

Show

Nope. It's me. With maybe ten minutes' instruction, and an hour or two of practise total a year.

Awesome. Hats off to you, sir!

Is that a whip, or is it something else?

ION: Happy Thanksgiving! (even if it's the wrong day for some of you)

[Heliomance]

Awesome. Hats off to you, sir!

Is that a whip, or is it something else?

ION: Happy Thanksgiving! (even if it's the wrong day for some of you)

Firestaff. A pole maybe 4' long, with wicks at each end soaked in paraffin.

[MoonCat]

Rewatched Into the Woods last night.

I found it a bit different from when I saw it in a high school performance at the age of 9.

[Kneenibble]

I'm going to make two posts because there are a lot of people to whom I wish to respond.

I should firstly say that the Etsy bowtie shop I linked earlier this week is having a sale this weekend. Whoo! Time to blow some [virtual] cash.

yuk, Jack Daniels, might as well get Johnny Walker

No, the breakfast of champions: deep fried risotto with Stolichnaya and a glass of freshly juiced oranges. (risotto could be substituted with leftover pizza, leftover chinese, bacon eegs and cheese on toast or leftover pastabolognese). it gives everything: carbs, fats, alcohol to dull the pain (of the obvious hangover) and vitamins to survive anything during the day and nobody will smell the alcohol on you

disclaimer: I'm not an alcoholic, these tricks are gained on a basis of being a student in dire need. I will not accept any invitation into an addiction group based off this comment

Note: this ManlyMan breakfast will put the hairs on your chest regardless gender/shape/testosterone level.

Damn. This Nederlander is my kind of man.

ION: Don't you just love those times when you're home alone and take extra long in the showe-wait what? I mean don't you just love those nights when you're home alone and have alcohol and pizza?

*monocle pops off*
Can’t it be all three?

Oh, ohhh! LETS DO THAT! YESSSSS. GAME! *should be sleeping, not tired and cant sleep with a runny nose anyway, it is a terribad experience to lay there and wish you could sleep but *rant about sleep habits*

Yes we must have that game one day soon. Poor Ovis. Poor, poor Ovis. *brushes wool*

I don't really play Starcraft 2, just curious.

That reminds me. Knee, have you watched that movie I talked to you about?

O, Zodalicious! No I'm sorry! I forgot all about it, but now that you remind me I only recall that it was something fabulous. What was the name again?

Ooh ooh ooh! Can I join! Protoss player here

And I thought that I had a dirty mind.

The turpitude of my mind appalls even me sometimes. Fortunately I've learned -- in real life, at least -- to practice a pretty strict filter. It doesn't work as well online.

Yes! Join us! Can you play on the NA server? You, me, Sheep: team 3v3.

[Kneenibble]

MOAR

I may have just squee'd myself into a coma.

Yay! *waddles across your supine form and chirps into your ear*

In 10 minutes, I managed to come up with a design that I'm insanely proud of. Seriously, if I actually made it work, I'd probably die on the spot from pride. It's just that good. No, I'm not telling you what I'm plotting. It's sekret.

Teeeeeeell meeeeeeeee ;____;

And yet you're one of the most fabulous persons I know. Imagine me wearing an elaborate pattern. It just doesn't compute.

That said, I'd love to dress fabulously, but then it has to be out-of-the-line fabulous (a great mantle in the shape of wings and a slightly overbearing fleece coat are both designs that float around in my head). I can't really come to terms with most of the ordinary fabulous...

To be honest, I prefer cut over pattern any day of the week, probably because the cut defines the whole piece, while I see way too many patterns that don't agree with the cut of their pieces already out in circulation. Sadly, there isn't much variation to be found in terms of cut out on the market, and certainly not experimentation. And most of the patterns are either repulsive or adhere to a colour scheme I can't approve of (black, for example. I refuse to wear all black, there are already way too many ninjas out on the streets as it is).

You speak the truth about cut: which is why a tailor is so pleasurable, but alas so expensive. Even your winged cloak would not be impossible, and how I wish that such a thing come into being.

All black is so frequently worn by people whose colouring it does not suit whatsoever. For a blond person, for example, with yellow or pink hues in their skin, it is detrimental. Plus… colour.

The thing is, you have a very Renaissance face, so I find it fairly easy to imagine you in a florid baroque pattern. What kind of pattern do you like, may I ask? If finding an example is not too onerous.

Well, the fieldfares disappeared toward the horison, and to hug the tits, I'd have to burrow myself deeply into the junipers, and I'm just not sure I'd value living the rest of my life as an inverted hedgehog.
...
Okay, to be honest, the greater of the two junipers (great enough to swallow a lamp post, I find it magnificient) can be entered with little to no risk of harm, but I had homework approaching its deadline which I needed to take care of, so I didn't really have time to interfere with the dangers and excitements of nature.

Oh, I love junipers! There are not a lot of large ones around here, mainly the low sprawling type. I picked the berries from one of my favourite specimens near my brother’s cabin, and am trying to grow the seeds in my garden even though I understand they are incredibly slow and difficult to cultivate from scratch.

Junipers need hugs too.

I went to a college concert once where someone had taken a grand piano apart and removed the keyboard, then played it like a harp, but he had modified the strings so that it couldn't play anything but jumbled, atonal discords. Afterwards, I heard some people unironically congratulating him on his invention, while it took every ounce of willpower I had not tho throw him out the window for savaging a piano in that way.

Oh, I see. I have a LOT of awkward conversations, so I found it fairly normal.

You know what? I refuse to be ashamed of not having a driver's license. I don't NEED one if I don't have a car (and I don't)!

I urge you to see the whole movie Fargo: for it is a most curious work of cinematic art, and especially given its cultural proximity to your area. It has a subtle and delicious sense of humour.

Do you know anything about the scheme of this man’s “preparation”? If he was attempting Bohlen-Pierce, for example, I would be less aghast than if he were just mucking around like a bastard.

No, no it wasn't. Notice the imperceptible tail movements and the clenching of claws... I know cats. That's how they act up until they run out of patience.

Fun fact: Diamonds can't be liquefied at standard atmospheric pressures. They sublimate and combine with oxygen in the air to produce carbon dioxide.

Which brings me to another point: Don't vaporise your diamonds, it's bad for the environment and contributes to global warming!

Tee hee hee. Troll budgie.

Reading this comment led me to a good half hour on Youtube watching people set diamonds on fire. I wish I could science as a hobby.

You're probably thinking of John Cage. I'll randomly pick... Sonata X.

Yes! That’s him. Thanks. I appreciate Mr. Cage’s ideas & I just love the phrase “prepared piano.” There is great hilarity for me in the difference between its strange vagueness and the silliness of what he actually does.

I've seen Uehara using a device for a brighter sound from a grand piano; and I DO recall a pianist that used to prepare them similarly to what you have described, I shall consult my music teacher on hints of his identity on the soonest possibility of brevity.

It was John Cage, as Speedasaurus spake. Have you heard of him?

Quite a fantastic word, I can even remember where I learnt it; "El Maestro del Esgrima" by Perez-Reverte a magnificent book which was one of the reason I got into fencing.

Indeed, the prospect of discourse on music and arts, in ornithology and botany is something I await heartily for.

Yes! Yes! YES! You must wear your long coat and I expect your hair to be as glossy as a medieval illumination.

What I cannot understand is, if you can fence, how you cannot frolic in snow. Doesn’t fencing demand a great deal of the same muscles as frolicking?

He should get along wonderfully with my little parakeet (which I actually got identified after a long period of just thinking it was a bright small parrot).

Riding flying creatures would be something new to me, but it seems like rather enjoyable and something I actually would love to try.

If there were budgies big enough to ride, I would make a complete and utter lifestyle change. I wouldn’t care if I had to spend 8 hours a day shoveling crap out of their stables for minimum wage – I would devote my life to working with them.

What kind of parakeet do you have?! How may I bribe you to post pictures?

[LaZodiac]

O, Zodalicious! No I'm sorry! I forgot all about it, but now that you remind me I only recall that it was something fabulous. What was the name again?

The movie is called "The Best Little Whorehouse In Texas"

[Kneenibble]

The movie is called "The Best Little Whorehouse In Texas"

YES. Thank you for reminding me, I really wanted to see that.


Oh God I write too much.
Where is Curly to make me feel less guilty?

[Mutant Sheep]

YES. Thank you for reminding me, I really wanted to see that.


Oh God I write too much.
Where is Curly to make me feel less guilty?

That... sounds lie an interesting film.

I'm going to make two posts because there are a lot of people to whom I wish to respond.

*monocle pops off*
Can’t it be all three?

Yes we must have that game one day soon. Poor Ovis. Poor, poor Ovis. *brushes wool*

The turpitude of my mind appalls even me sometimes. Fortunately I've learned -- in real life, at least -- to practice a pretty strict filter. It doesn't work as well online.

Yes! Join us! Can you play on the NA server? You, me, Sheep: team 3v3.

Double the post, double the knee!

...

We should someday. It sounds plannable. BUT ORGANIZING IS HARD.

Online, there are no boundaries. No filters can survive contact.

YESSSS.

[LaZodiac]

YES. Thank you for reminding me, I really wanted to see that.


Oh God I write too much.
Where is Curly to make me feel less guilty?

Don't feel guilty, everyone writes a lot some times. If you get me ranting about a manga or video game I like, I can literally go for the whole day. Like, 7 at morning to 8 at night, non stop, ranting about the Pokemon series, or the Megaman series.

[AsteriskAmp]

It was John Cage, as Speedasaurus spake. Have you heard of him?

For other reasons, mainly 4'33''; but I was thinking of someone else upon which I continue researching.

Yes! Yes! YES! You must wear your long coat and I expect your hair to be as glossy as a medieval illumination.

What I cannot understand is, if you can fence, how you cannot frolic in snow. Doesn’t fencing demand a great deal of the same muscles as frolicking?

I no longer fence at the level or frequency I used to; rather sadly. I should start considering excercise but time is always lacking.

If there were budgies big enough to ride, I would make a complete and utter lifestyle change. I wouldn’t care if I had to spend 8 hours a day shoveling crap out of their stables for minimum wage – I would devote my life to working with them.

Wouldn't anyone?

What kind of parakeet do you have?! How may I bribe you to post pictures?

A pink beaked english parakeet. And no, photography is a subject of which my household has to abstain of themselves due to circumstances; no photograph of it's inhabitants can be posted online due to the way the internet works.

[Amidus Drexel]

For other reasons, mainly 4'33''; but I was thinking of someone else upon which I continue researching.

Sometimes, I play my recording of 4'33'' loud enough that my neighbors can hear it. No one has ever told me to turn it down, though.

Yes! That’s him. Thanks. I appreciate Mr. Cage’s ideas & I just love the phrase “prepared piano.” There is great hilarity for me in the difference between its strange vagueness and the silliness of what he actually does.

Indeed. I particularly like "Water Walk", although that one is not a piano piece.

Firestaff. A pole maybe 4' long, with wicks at each end soaked in paraffin.

Fancy. I may have to get myself one of those.

[Dimonite]

I urge you to see the whole movie Fargo: for it is a most curious work of cinematic art, and especially given its cultural proximity to your area. It has a subtle and delicious sense of humour.

Do you know anything about the scheme of this man’s “preparation”? If he was attempting Bohlen-Pierce, for example, I would be less aghast than if he were just mucking around like a bastard.

Upon your recommendation, I shall see if I can see this movie.

I know little of his preparation, but after some investigation into Bohlen-Pierce, I can say that it what he ended up doing was nothing like it. I happened to overhear him talking to a friend after the show, and he used the phrase "avant-garde" unironically to describe his own work. That, along with his general demeanor, led me to believe that he was nothing more than a poltroon, bloated with arrogance.

[Teddy]

Teeeeeeell meeeeeeeee ;____;

If it all pans out, I assure you that you will be the first to know. Alas, it's a bit of a tricky proceedure, and success depends a lot on untested techniques and methodologies working as well as I hope. For example, I sincerely hope hot gypsum won't prove destructive to baking trays (from what I know, it should just revert to alabaster powder, but you can't be sure enough. I suppose baking paper is cheaper to replace if it comes to that)...

You speak the truth about cut: which is why a tailor is so pleasurable, but alas so expensive. Even your winged cloak would not be impossible, and how I wish that such a thing come into being.

I wish I had more time and ambition to initiate and finalise all the project my head concieves, but alas, I know how I get if I try to operate too many panels at once. When the initial rush from being industrious has died down, I'll slowly descend into a fluttery state of restlessness, yielding me less and less rest of mind in the time I crave it the most: my alone time.

And yes, the cape of wings is a great dream of mine, but I can't even decide on the specifics. Should I look to the motionless flight of the elegant gull, and hone its nature with a rigid design in cured sailcloth, or follow the trail of the gracile birds of prey and make it soft and heavy to dampen my footsteps.

All black is so frequently worn by people whose colouring it does not suit whatsoever. For a blond person, for example, with yellow or pink hues in their skin, it is detrimental. Plus… colour.

Alien creatures in the November darkness, they move move like oily shadows on coal and liquid orange. One step out of the streetlight, their existence seemingly unmade, but know that they're always out there, and the curse pull their paths to inevitably converge with yours.

The thing is, you have a very Renaissance face, so I find it fairly easy to imagine you in a florid baroque pattern. What kind of pattern do you like, may I ask? If finding an example is not too onerous.

Hard to say, as a good pattern is hard to describe, and generally too specific to the piece to speak of on its own. Most serialisable patterns make for sad displays along the border lines (seams, folds), which limits us to the specifically designed and outright imagery. Images can be fine if I agree with them, but it has to be stylised to really ring my bells, and then we're back into the area of patterns again.

I like the patterns that subtly enhances the intentions behind the cut, adding patches of colour and depth to incite the observer's imagination and make him see what the original thought behind it was, without making him realise it.

For my ordinary clothes, I usually go with large stripes or diamond patters of black and white, and hopefully a smidgen of blue in it as well. I'm not always satisfied with it, but the market has little to offer to a man of my tastes...

Oh, I love junipers! There are not a lot of large ones around here, mainly the low sprawling type. I picked the berries from one of my favourite specimens near my brother’s cabin, and am trying to grow the seeds in my garden even though I understand they are incredibly slow and difficult to cultivate from scratch.

Junipers need hugs too.

Our smaller juniper is actually large by most standards. Our larger one is really one of a kind, I don't think I've ever seen any juniper of rivaling height, and I'm pretty sure it's the largest one you'd find in this town. They provide us with a lifetime supply of berries as well. It's a sad thing we don't use them more often in our cooking, but it's a strong and highly distinctive taste for my sensitive taste buds, and it could easily take over if you aren't careful.

Oh God I write too much.
Where is Curly to make me feel less guilty?

I wish I could humour you endlessly to lift your guilt, let my mind flow free on this endless medium built by modern computation. Vivid words of vivid worlds, a silent song of dream and reality to relieve your bothered soul and take you above and beyond the worldly matters. We'd fly, leave noise and entropy behind, and nothing would ever hold us down.

Alas, it's late, and in less than eight hours time, I must stand ready to assist the aspiring minds in their endeavours to reach for the binary stars, and one day themselves become the future of computation and cybernetics. Good night, West Wind! Good night, all voices of the world! Into the darkness, I thread...

[AsteriskAmp]

Sometimes, I play my recording of 4'33'' loud enough that my neighbors can hear it. No one has ever told me to turn it down, though.

It's the only song my sister can actually successfully sing without me looking for a "noise suppressor".

[Elemental]

Nope. It's me. With maybe ten minutes' instruction, and an hour or two of practise total a year.

Still much more highly qualified than Mynxae.

This reminds me: There's this little old lady I keep seeing around campus (seriously, she's less than five feet tall) and every time I see her, she's walking three dogs at once: an Irish Wolfhound, an Afghan Hound, and a West Highland Terrier. This lady is my hero.

And she's probably an expert at one or more forms of martial arts if I understand my tropes concerning little old ladies.

Tee hee hee. Troll budgie.

Reading this comment led me to a good half hour on Youtube watching people set diamonds on fire. I wish I could science as a hobby.

You can science as a hobby if you want to. It's not particularly hard depending on the science in question. Astronomy, geology and palaeontology lend themselves well to interested amateurs.
Particle physics and neurobiology, not so much.

This reminds, me... I shall have to once more turn my gaze to the heavens and look upon my favourite constellations once more.

[Mynxae]

*monocle pops off*
Can’t it be all three?

You dastardly budgy you

Yes! Join us! Can you play on the NA server? You, me, Sheep: team 3v3.

Yessum. I've got an account on both the NA and Oceanic servers. Sheepie kicked my butt twice yesterday though

Don't feel guilty, everyone writes a lot some times. If you get me ranting about a manga or video game I like, I can literally go for the whole day. Like, 7 at morning to 8 at night, non stop, ranting about the Pokemon series, or the Megaman series.

POKEMON! MEGAMAN! QUICK, START TALKING ABOUT THEM!