Cuthalion's Creatively Created Cranny for Random Banter #192

[Amidus Drexel]

Again, a confusing avatar change...

It's 5.30am and I've been up for a good 30 minutes already.

Oh, come now. Do you not still recognize me?

That is far too early. I much dislike having to be awake at 7:30 (or normally, closer to 8) to go to class. 9 is a good time to be up.

hey can you guys tell me what a number is? I appear to have forgotten and there's strange squiggles all over this revision that are confusing and scary and I don't like them.

...actually, more of these are letters than numbers.

how does I physics. what is an intaarrrh grayy shun.

A number is a symbol we use to represent a quantity. Occasionally, this quantity is difficult or impossible to accurately express with numbers, so we use letters (sometimes they're greek).

I'm not sure what an intaarrrh is, but gray is a colour, and shun is a way of excluding someone due to intense dislike or horror. Perhaps something to do with not watching black and white movies?

(good luck on your physics stuff)

[FinnLassie]

Before I start responding to people, hear this jolly thing:

Because of some idiot, the lesson I had planned for today has been moved to tomorrow. And I thought I would be able to have a nice calm night tonight. Darn it, seriously.

You can always opt for the let's make them discover it itself method of them slowly approaching the answer by self questioning and environment exploration; or ye olde taking time with spaces in between to cover time if on a real dire need and near critical state.

We're making fruit salad. Self questioning fruit salad sounds far too hilarious in my mind just now.

There's a few things that I shouldn't be made to think about or I might get distracted. Kneenibble, the horrors of child birth, cute animals, the cause of suffering in the world today, cute people, body horror, budgies, and scantily-clad or naked women. *nod, nod*

...What was I talking about again?

Wuff. I sometimes run into that. Hates it with a passion. Thankfully it's very rare that I'm not able to go back to sleep and get another good bit of sleep in.


Not great but better than 3 hours.

But I wasn't naked.

Aye, unfortunately I had to wake up at 5am today. Usually it's 6.30am but I sort of derped and realised I need to run to the library in the morning to sort some stuff out. So glad the uni decided to test out a 24h opening hours during this exam season. It was really dead there but you could see some of the people just stressing their brains out.

Sure is better. And to be fair, I'm not _that_ tired. Just annoyed and a headache for a change...

ION:
House's all empty again. Since Ascension Day implies an extended weekend, the rest of my family are heading up to our cottage-farm-thingy, while I have my whole actual weekend booked up with fairs and movie-making, so I opted to stay at home. It's just four days anyway.

I remember that my first primary school had the Friday after Ascension Day as a day off, but when we moved to the city that glory was taken off! It's such a bummer to go back after one day being off.

I thought you Finns solved all such problems with booze. And a tango.

To be fair, I've started drinking here in Scotland and I'm not very proud of myself. What I've used it for has been escaping from reality and it's just ****e. I'm trying not to drink very often just now. It's rubbish being utterly pished.

Don't even start with the tango...

Oh, come now. Do you not still recognize me?

You're good as you are, babe. Why need the change? saying that is so utterly unlike me. uuuuugh. ewww. I feel wrong.

[Asta Kask]

Don't even start with the tango...

You mean this?

[FinnLassie]

You mean this?

I'm not a fan of tango. I like some Finnish schlagers though.

[Asta Kask]

I'm not a fan of tango. I like some Finnish schlagers though.

If you are a Finnish-speaking Finn you're not allowed to dislike tango. It's just not done.

Where do you keep your puukko?

[Teddy]

what is an intaarrrh grayy shun.

It's the really tall and slim 'S' with all the small numbers around you put in front of other numbers to make children's heads go bluescreen and think you're a wizard or Einstein.

I remember that my first primary school had the Friday after Ascension Day as a day off, but when we moved to the city that glory was taken off! It's such a bummer to go back after one day being off.

Yeah, "squeeze days" are a formalised thing in the Swedish school system, and single-day holidays never seem to happen on Wednesdays either, so we have a small bunch of 4-day weekends every year when you can go for a quick trip to the summer cottage or the like.

[Finlam]

It's the really tall and slim 'S' with all the small numbers around you put in front of other numbers to make children's heads go bluescreen and think you're a wizard or Einstein.

Here I thought it was a torture device invented by Isaac the Terrible, for his amusement, primarily used on new college students to weed them out.

[FinnLassie]

If you are a Finnish-speaking Finn you're not allowed to dislike tango. It's just not done.

Where do you keep your puukko?

Tango is a thing for the +50s, my dear wee laddie. =P

My puukkos are back home in Finland, forgot to bring them here. It makes me sad, I've got a pretty collection. :/

Yeah, "squeeze days" are a formalised thing in the Swedish school system, and single-day holidays never seem to happen on Wednesdays either, so we have a small bunch of 4-day weekends every year when you can go for a quick trip to the summer cottage or the like.

In Finland it just depends on your city and what they decide. Like, for example, if the Friday after is a day off, it would mean that Christmas break will be shorter or something. Figuring out the dates for school seems like an utter hell because nobody's ever satisfied.

[Kneenibble]

Butt nekkid?
Butt nekkid.
Laziness and comfort in the morning sun!

Kneeeee, gedouta my wool. 'S not healthy.:smallsomething:

Well, that sauna does sound lame. I suggest a superior patronage for the place.

*monocle pops off*

;___; Okay, Ovis. If you say so. :smallsadbudgie:

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Round up some nymphomaniac 20-somethings from Montreal, perhaps? Preferably with moustaches or some stubble. I'd purify my mind in that sauna for sure.

The term fits you as would perhaps a snug fur coat.

Aye, the on and off rain has been wonderful. No, I'm afraid the trees here are of a thinner sort, and away from the house. (there's no screen on the porch, either). Also, I don't drink tea.

Hold on now. Some vegetables (celery and Brussels sprouts, for example), taste much better boiled flavorless and into mush than they do raw. I can't stand raw celery.

That simile may inspire a drawing today.

Well I'm sure it's all still wonderful. May the rain nourish whatever be in your garden and tickle out its florescences. Do you not even like sweet tea? -- that wonderful cold tea drink of the south?

"My nose is so stuffed up, I can't even taste Mom's delicious boiled celery!"
However, I riposte: have you ever had a rib of celery from a garden? It has a powerful delicious herbal bitterness and an intense crunch that anaemic grocery store celery rarely approaches.

THIS MADNESS SHALL NOT STAND! What devil begot that foul, wretched scheme should be burned at the stake, and his ashes dissolved in acid. AA should be followed by BB, and AB followed by AB!

Nay sah, for the meter of a perfect manner would read as such:

Trochee, trochee, trochee, trochee,
Trochee, trochee, trochee, trochee.
Trochee, trochee, trochee, trochee,
Trochee, trochee, trochee, trochee.

With an impeccable AABB pattern that is both pleasing to the eyes and the ears.

Rhyming trochees, Drexcellency?
With this preference you perplex me,
Suited more for children's verses
Or old-fashioned witches' curses.
English doesn't fit into it:
Cramped, and tricky to intuit
What words jingle with its rhythm!
Metrical malapropism!

Okay, it's not that bad, and I like challenging forms. It has a kind of silly jangle to it that is fun. There's very little breathing room, though. I dearly prefer iambs.

There is no need to go to such trouble at my expense. I would rather you spend such money on yourself.

It sounds like some serious massage would do therapeutic wonders for your symptoms, though, which sound quite serious. You're right that it would cost some scratch because this is not a task I can entrust to budgie agents. The best they could do is walk on your back, which is pleasantly ticklish but not really medicinal.

So Ele gives me permission to formally invite Nibbles to visit us in the great land down under.

JOIN US NIBBLES! WE HAVE MORE BUDGIES! AND SCONES IF I CAN BE BOTHERED MAKING THEM!

O, Mynxalot! you know just what I like. I'll tell you what, you sit down and have a cigarette, I'll make the scones -- with orange zest and cranberries, and the three of us will eat them hot with yellow summer butter and manuka honey. Then we will frolic in Elemental's garden looking for birds, and watching the winter carrots grow.

As caught on camera here. That's Mynxae in the foreground.

Mynxae is a Skeksis?!

There's a few things that I shouldn't be made to think about or I might get distracted. Kneenibble, the horrors of child birth, cute animals, the cause of suffering in the world today, cute people, body horror, budgies, and scantily-clad or naked women. *nod, nod*

...What was I talking about again?

That is a curiously minced catalogue of distractions, Coidzillius. I feel like they could all be combined somehow -- my head on a woman's body birthing a budgie by Caesarian section without anaesthetic, for example.

ION:
House's all empty again. Since Ascension Day implies an extended weekend, the rest of my family are heading up to our cottage-farm-thingy, while I have my whole actual weekend booked up with fairs and movie-making, so I opted to stay at home. It's just four days anyway.

I have contacted the budgie agent assigned to your area to keep an eye on your house while you are alone. His name is Sidney and he likes pineberries. Here is his portrait so you can verify that he is not an imposter.

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[Asta Kask]

Mynxae is a Skeksis?!

Surely you admire the size of his sack?

[Kneenibble]

Surely you admire the size of his sack?

Oh, surely. I would think twice before Haakskeeka with that one.

[Asta Kask]

What's the budgie mating procedures like? Is there dancing?

[Kneenibble]

What's the budgie mating procedures like? Is there dancing?

There's dancing and tweeting and the male throws up food as a gift for the female into her mouth. It's hilarious.

[Asta Kask]

Nothing says romance like fresh vomit.

[Amidus Drexel]

You're good as you are, babe. Why need the change? saying that is so utterly unlike me. uuuuugh. ewww. I feel wrong.

Hehehe
It certainly seemed a bit out of character, but funny nonetheless.

That simile may inspire a drawing today.

Well I'm sure it's all still wonderful. May the rain nourish whatever be in your garden and tickle out its florescences. Do you not even like sweet tea? -- that wonderful cold tea drink of the south?

"My nose is so stuffed up, I can't even taste Mom's delicious boiled celery!"
However, I riposte: have you ever had a rib of celery from a garden? It has a powerful delicious herbal bitterness and an intense crunch that anaemic grocery store celery rarely approaches.

Rhyming trochees, Drexcellency?
With this preference you perplex me,
Suited more for children's verses
Or old-fashioned witches' curses.
English doesn't fit into it:
Cramped, and tricky to intuit
What words jingle with its rhythm!
Metrical malapropism!

Okay, it's not that bad, and I like challenging forms. It has a kind of silly jangle to it that is fun. There's very little breathing room, though. I dearly prefer iambs.

Heh I wait in (mildly; I'm only but so energetic) eager anticipation.

Indeed. It has exactly two downsides, one being my own mild hydrophobia (not that rain really bothers me much; it's just the principle of the thing), and the second being that Jabor often gets flooded in at his house when it rains a lot.

As much as sweet tea may be a southern tradition, I never much liked it. I prefer lemonade.

It's far too stringy, and the wrong kind of bitter. Eat a lemon rind, for the appropriate manner of bitter. (I promise you, it's quite good).

As usual, your poems are excellent. (you, however, did not follow my instructions exactly; there is at least one slant rhyme in there, which is hardly impeccable AABB)

There's a metric pattern that I particularly like, but I don't have the time to remember exactly how it goes... Something like 8/7/8/7, or 6/7/6/7... bah, I'll take care of that when I get back.

Aye, but trochees are much more fun to shout at people. Most of the best two-syllable profanities are trochees.

Nothing says romance like fresh vomit.

I may have to steal this.

...Yoink!

[Dimonite]

I seem to have owed fewer replies than I thought. Well, that's sleep deprivation for you.

Dimonitious, good sir: let us eat a boiled egg together.

Not sure how that would work - I mean, I would be embarrassed eating bird eggs in front of you, and caviar is frankly disgusting. However, if you would be open to the sharing of scones or bismarks instead, then I would be quite glad of the opportunity.

Heh, yes well I've had my own rather cuculine nest to take care of. I have undertaken to tear apart my grubby little bathroom and rebuild it as a princely lavatory. It's the only one in the house, which ups the challenge, and is built of the things in the poem.

Although I know logically that the two in fact bear no inverse relation, I had assumed that one of your erudition would not be the kind to undertake such a physical task. I hope it goes well for you, good sir.

They're so pretty!

They should be even better this year - these pictures were taken last year, which was ludicrously dry. So this year, they ought to be even brighter and more bountiful.

I inherited a beautiful wealth of perennials when I bought my house, but I wasn't much of a gardener then and I really damaged them moving them around. I killed several irises and lilies. Luckily a few survived, as did the peony, the hostas, and the bleeding hearts.

I love how not only can you inherit them, you pretty much have to dig up and divide them after a while -- their bountiful fecund nature almost necessitates gifts.

The deaths of the irises and lilies sadden me, but the bleeding hearts' survival brings me joy - they do look so beautiful in the morning dew. And I definitely agree, as one who shows appreciation through gifts, that a flower which spreads is useful for this purpose.

Gladiolus? Foxglove? Hollyhock?

Ah-ha! By searching these names, I found that is , in fact, hollyhock, although the wikipedia article reminded me of the name "alcea," which is what the plant was sold to us as. I thank you for helping me rediscover the name of what I had planted so many years ago.

[Mutant Sheep]

*monocle pops off*

;___; Okay, Ovis. If you say so. :smallsadbudgie:

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Round up some nymphomaniac 20-somethings from Montreal, perhaps? Preferably with moustaches or some stubble. I'd purify my mind in that sauna for sure.

Nekkidness is a rather liberated feeling. If not for the other nekkid people, I'd totally sauna. (Or with people I actually know, which might actually be the point)

Now I lonely and Knee-less. Come back!

Knee made Sheep reference! (Mnnnmnnnnnnn)

That simile may inspire a drawing today.

Well I'm sure it's all still wonderful. May the rain nourish whatever be in your garden and tickle out its florescences. Do you not even like sweet tea? -- that wonderful cold tea drink of the south?

O, Mynxalot! you know just what I like. I'll tell you what, you sit down and have a cigarette, I'll make the scones -- with orange zest and cranberries, and the three of us will eat them hot with yellow summer butter and manuka honey. Then we will frolic in Elemental's garden looking for birds, and watching the winter carrots grow.

Mynxae is a Skeksis?!

Drawings are fun!

Tea! Sweeeeeeeet...

.... I'm not invited? Bwaaaaaaaaaa. ;___;

A wha?

That is a curiously minced catalogue of distractions, Coidzillius. I feel like they could all be combined somehow -- my head on a woman's body birthing a budgie by Caesarian section without anaesthetic, for example.

I have contacted the budgie agent assigned to your area to keep an eye on your house while you are alone. His name is Sidney and he likes pineberries. Here is his portrait so you can verify that he is not an imposter.

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Knee... Never do that again.

Hi Sidney! *wave*

[Asta Kask]

Sometimes I feel like this:



Do you?

[Teddy]

I have contacted the budgie agent assigned to your area to keep an eye on your house while you are alone. His name is Sidney and he likes pineberries. Here is his portrait so you can verify that he is not an imposter.
[SPOILER]*budgieeeee*

Pineberries? *strolls off to Wikipedia*

Nope, I'm sorry, there's definitely not a single pineberry around. I'm afraid Sidney will have to settle for some...

I just realised that I'm almost out of fruits or greens of any form. Family took pretty much everything in the refrigerator with them as the left...

Sometimes I feel like this:

*seagull* (*seagrill*? *seagrull*?)

Do you?

That's one gull with attitude, I tell you.

ION:
Wow, I always guessed that Sid Meier's Alpha Centauri was good, but I'd never suspected it to be this good. Eating away my evening like my mind worms eat away at my enemies (seriously, mind worms are awesome).

IOON:
Oh, hai thar, little large spider on the wall. :3

[TaiLiu]

Sometimes I feel like this:

*In which a seagull gets squashed.*

Do you?

Oh, yes. Definitely.

Oh, hai thar, little large spider on the wall. :3

It seems like the two adjectives contradict each other, no?

[Coidzor]

Before I start responding to people, hear this jolly thing:

Because of some idiot, the lesson I had planned for today has been moved to tomorrow. And I thought I would be able to have a nice calm night tonight. Darn it, seriously.

Shouldn't that clear up one of your evenings since you already have the lesson ready and don't need to spend the night making said lesson?

But I wasn't naked.

Aye, unfortunately I had to wake up at 5am today. Usually it's 6.30am but I sort of derped and realised I need to run to the library in the morning to sort some stuff out. So glad the uni decided to test out a 24h opening hours during this exam season. It was really dead there but you could see some of the people just stressing their brains out.

Sure is better. And to be fair, I'm not _that_ tired. Just annoyed and a headache for a change...

Long library hours are good things, aye.

Funnily enough, I got 4ish hours of sleep last night myself, as I couldn't get to bed until after 4 and got up at 8.

To be fair, I've started drinking here in Scotland and I'm not very proud of myself. What I've used it for has been escaping from reality and it's just ****e. I'm trying not to drink very often just now. It's rubbish being utterly pished.

That's no good. Good luck with that.

Tango is a thing for the +50s, my dear wee laddie. =P

My puukkos are back home in Finland, forgot to bring them here. It makes me sad, I've got a pretty collection. :/

Oh, come now. Dancing is for everybody. Especially sexy dancing.

Although I'll admit, actually bothering to learn how to dance seems to become rarer and rarer as far as life decisions go.

We had a puukko that ended up as a kitchen knife once when I was staying with my brosky and his father. Somehow followed my friend's dad home from Alaska where he has no idea where it came from or how he got it, but since it's scandinavian it likely had something to do with a couple of Norwegians he had known.

That is a curiously minced catalogue of distractions, Coidzillius. I feel like they could all be combined somehow -- my head on a woman's body birthing a budgie by Caesarian section without anaesthetic, for example.

... ...

...

...jorbliesjorbliesjorbliesjorbliesjibjibarjibblies.. .

[Falling]

So I got in a shouting match with Winnie the Pooh today, and found out that I am so invisible that I'm not noticed when I GO ON THE STAGE TO GET AN AWARD...

Either the world loves me or hates me, and I'm quite uncomfortable with either idea.

[Amidus Drexel]

IOON:
Oh, hai thar, little large spider on the wall. :3

What kind of spider? Spiders are awesome.

So I got in a shouting match with Winnie the Pooh today, and found out that I am so invisible that I'm not noticed when I GO ON THE STAGE TO GET AN AWARD...

Either the world loves me or hates me, and I'm quite uncomfortable with either idea.

... *futilely attempts to suppress grin*

Are those two related to each other, by any chance?

Hrm... Go with loves. I don't get ignored nearly often enough; you're lucky.

[Falling]

... *futilely attempts to suppress grin*

Are those two related to each other, by any chance?

Hrm... Go with loves. I don't get ignored nearly often enough; you're lucky.

Thankfully no. I don't think anyone could ignore even ME if I got in a shouting match with Winnie the Pooh on stage.

Hey, being ignored is fine most of the time. Except when you're trying to participate in a history debate, and get spoken over by everyone 570 times.

[Dimonite]

Thankfully no. I don't think anyone could ignore even ME if I got in a shouting match with Winnie the Pooh on stage.

Hey, being ignored is fine most of the time. Except when you're trying to participate in a history debate, and get spoken over by everyone 570 times.

See, when I don't feel like being ignored, I just slap one of the people who's ignoring me. The rest of them start paying attention remarkably fast*.

*Note: the administration of Dimonite's brain takes no responsibility for any injuries or legal penalties related to slapping someone who is ignoring you. Taking advice from Dimonite is not for everyone. Please consult your doctor before taking Dimonite's advice. Side effects may include headaches, bruising, a feeling of foolishness, and the urge to break out in evil laughter. Do not drive or operate heavy machinery while taking Dimonite's advice.

[LaZodiac]

Sometimes I feel like this:

Do you?

That is one sour seagull. Sour bout life.

Wow, I always guessed that Sid Meier's Alpha Centauri was good, but I'd never suspected it to be this good. Eating away my evening like my mind worms eat away at my enemies (seriously, mind worms are awesome).

Oh, hai thar, little large spider on the wall. :3

Caution, worm sign!

...at times like this, I am reminded that not everyone is afraid of bugs

[MoonCat]

Typical. Just when I find myself having internet for a short while, I also have a massive paper that I could have done without the distractions with.

So I honestly can't be long, but let me just say, I started at eight in the evening the night before it was due, and I still have homework from another class which is ALSO a major assignment. I hate past me so much. Also, did you know I get really wordy sometimes?

When I get back,b e sure to ask me about MANDATORY DANCE LESSONS IN PLACE OF ENGLISH, the sheer ridiculousness of my latest WORLD SHIPPING ME WITH BUNKER BOY EVENT, the total vitriol of CANNON NEIGHBOR, the terrifyingly easy-sounding COLLEGE PLACEMENT TEST, and the amazing, fantabulous SUMMER VACATION PLANS.

Seeya in no idea. Also, I hate Past Me's Brain.

[TaiLiu]

Typical. Just when I find myself having internet for a short while, I also have a massive paper that I could have done without the distractions with.

So I honestly can't be long, but let me just say, I started at eight in the evening the night before it was due, and I still have homework from another class which is ALSO a major assignment. I hate past me so much. Also, did you know I get really wordy sometimes?

When I get back,b e sure to ask me about MANDATORY DANCE LESSONS IN PLACE OF ENGLISH, the sheer ridiculousness of my latest WORLD SHIPPING ME WITH BUNKER BOY EVENT, the total vitriol of CANNON NEIGHBOR, the terrifyingly easy-sounding COLLEGE PLACEMENT TEST, and the amazing, fantabulous SUMMER VACATION PLANS.

Seeya in no idea. Also, I hate Past Me's Brain.

Okay! Good luck, and we'll be hoping to see you soon!

[LaZodiac]

Typical. Just when I find myself having internet for a short while, I also have a massive paper that I could have done without the distractions with.

So I honestly can't be long, but let me just say, I started at eight in the evening the night before it was due, and I still have homework from another class which is ALSO a major assignment. I hate past me so much. Also, did you know I get really wordy sometimes?

When I get back,b e sure to ask me about MANDATORY DANCE LESSONS IN PLACE OF ENGLISH, the sheer ridiculousness of my latest WORLD SHIPPING ME WITH BUNKER BOY EVENT, the total vitriol of CANNON NEIGHBOR, the terrifyingly easy-sounding COLLEGE PLACEMENT TEST, and the amazing, fantabulous SUMMER VACATION PLANS.

Seeya in no idea. Also, I hate Past Me's Brain.

I will make sure to remember that!

Ah, now I'm all wistful since I don't have a summer to have a break in.

[TaiLiu]

Ah, now I'm all wistful since I don't have a summer to have a break in.

Do you lack a summer or a break?