Kneenibble's Knack for Knightly Knickers: a Knell for Random Banter #184

[MoonCat]

Brain dead.

Guys, I need hugs. I shall collect them when I return from school!

[Cobra_Ikari]

Brain dead.

Guys, I need hugs. I shall collect them when I return from school!

*sets up a hug collection booth, will shower you in donated hugs when you return*

Hope you feel better soon, Moonie.

[LaZodiac]

Brain dead.

Guys, I need hugs. I shall collect them when I return from school!

*throws all the hugs at you*

[Dimonite]

Brain dead.

Guys, I need hugs. I shall collect them when I return from school!

Hmm.... we need 5 ccs of anime, stat! Let's get that brain back to life here, people!
*hugsquishes*

[Amidus Drexel]

You guys wanting for snow, I literally had snow fall so heavy that it got past my ankles, shoveled it all, and the very next day it was ALL BACK. You guys, talking about your lack of snow, makes you look lucky.

That sounds wonderful, actually. I think I'll move to somewhere where it snows most of the year after I finish school, like Canada or Colorado. I've got nothing against warm weather, but snow is just too nice to miss out on every other year.

ION: I should probably stop putting off my calculus homework. I feel like it would have been easier to do it in increments over the weekend instead of in three hours this morning.

[Heliomance]

Keep that up and people will start to ship us...

I don't know what a Ringu is, but that video was terrifying. But fear not; I was not destroyed. Much.

Here.

[Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll]

That sounds wonderful, actually. I think I'll move to somewhere where it snows most of the year after I finish school, like Canada or Colorado. I've got nothing against warm weather, but snow is just too nice to miss out on every other year.

Said just like someone who doesn't live somewhere with regular snowfall!

Snow is nice for about a month.

And it only snows "most of the year" REALLY far up north. Like, Arctic Circle north.

[Dimonite]

Here.

CURSE YOU! Why must white-text be nowhere near as sneaky as I think it is?
Also, that is apparently a Pingu, not a Ringu.

[Devmaar]

Brain dead.

Guys, I need hugs. I shall collect them when I return from school!

*Provides one (1) barrel premium grade hugs*

ION: I should probably stop putting off my calculus homework.

Hey, me too! Let's be friends.

[Asta Kask]

Here.

No. Here. Warning! Strong language!

[Teddy]

Brain dead.

Guys, I need hugs. I shall collect them when I return from school!

Hey, I know that feeling. Or at least I think I do. Hmm, I'm pretty sure it must be at least somewhere in my memory. Perhaps in the latest core dump...

Also, *bearhugs*
Because I know we all need hugs when feel down or out of the loop.

ION:
Speaking of loops, C is doing it's best to bring me down on my knees. Sort of like a swan song, seeing how we're done with it in less than a weeks time now, and by "song", I mean a bloody mess of stealthy bugs and data corruptions (hmm, I suppose calling it C's Ardennes Offensive serves to emphasise the bloodiness of it).

It's not like we're going to fail or anything, but it's tiresome to spend late evenings staring stupidly at the debugger trying to figure out how things manage to get so wrong. Especially since all the individual parts seem to be working correctly on their own, but I suppose that's just the appearance being deceptive.

Stupid errors...

[Coidzor]

*evil hugs for Moony*

So... my new coworker is 31 and looks about 21.

Also, election day was surprisingly busy and hectic for work.

This Penguin stop-motion animation is positively spine-chilling.

[sktarq]

4+ Helos 2 PC3 Orions Lots of sirens.....yep another wildfire. Rather close. On the edge of probably the only local area that hasn't burned in over 50 years. (Other side burned 2-3 years ago. Hoping that the weather folks were right about the winds staying calm. Fun Fun.

[Mutant Sheep]

*evil hugs for Moony*

So... my new coworker is 31 and looks about 21.

Also, election day was surprisingly busy and hectic for work.

This Penguin stop-motion animation is positively spine-chilling.

*totally-not evil hugs for Mooniez*

I have trouble knowing what someone in their 30's SHOULD look like. Maybe we just age well.

Indeed.

SHOW USSSSS.

[Kneenibble]

Hmm... The name Popcorn Orchid would better apply to one that is a lighter shade of yellow, this more effectively evoking remembrances of buttered popcorn.
However, for all I know, that is its name. I shall check on Google.

Edit: They're of the Oncidium genus. Possibly Oncidium Altissisum or Oncidium Sphacelatum.

So, either Wylder's Dancing Lady Orchid or the Popcorn Orchid.

Dancing Lady Orchid. I see it -- upraised arms, and a wide spread-out gown; it reminds me of the animation for the Russian Dance from Disney's Fantasia.

Buttered Popcorn Orchid. There is a delicious poetic value in the phrase. I shall put this in my pocket of things to use in a poem one day.

Speak of the devil, it's snowing. Not a lot, mind you, and "snow" is quite a missleading term, the white goodness is probably better spoken of as small, frozen nails (the stress is on "small", "nail" is just the translation of a Swedish expression), but it makes the ground white in a few choice spots, and it's snow nevertheless.

Would sleet be an adequate term for these frozen smallnails? Just to help me imagine it. Last night we had sleet, which fluctuated between fat gobs of slush and tiny ice needles that stung my eyelids as I jogged. It left a fleece in the end, though, which alas has been washed away by softer rains today.

I'd say I channeled the spirit of an ancestor, but I'm not sure I even have any English blood in my veins. That said, I've been studying English since second grade, so I suppose my skill should be at least somewhat justified. That, and I feed on words like others feed on good food, nurturing my eloquence like others nurture their subcutaneous shieldings. Might explain why I get so cold at times...

Perhaps you channel the spirit of some distant skald, who may speak true words no matter the tongue: for Wilde wrote beautiful French, and Bede wrote beautiful Latin. But you must have some sublimity in Swedish as well, because others who have studied a language as long might still suffer poetic poverty.

Lucky you. I blame the Gulf Stream, you know, in general. That said, I love our climate in general as well, so I shouldn't be so hard on the former just because of a few weeks' downtime...

Lucky? More like lacky! I wish I had snow over my ankles. Many of my peers may not, but I do. I wish I had pavements to shovel, buried schoolways to trudge through, bitter cold burning my cheeks and having to pad myself to a level that makes soldiers envious. Screw the trains, when it's white, that's when I'm alive.

You would like it here. In the depth of January, when the snow is heaped high with a fresh sprinkle on top to make it glitter; when the night sky is crystal clear and a full moon shines on it all brightly enough to cast crisp shadows. It is my habit to take long walks on the rivers on such nights.

I complain a lot about my city, but it's the people not the environment. I love the winters.

Brain dead.

Guys, I need hugs. I shall collect them when I return from school!

Double-blind clinical studies have consistently shown budgie hugs to have tonic properties for a dissipated brain. Here you are.

Spoiler

Show

These are premium medicines with a high proportion of floof, the primary active ingredient

No. Here. Warning! Strong language!

That was amazing.

[Coidzor]

*totally-not evil hugs for Mooniez*

I have trouble knowing what someone in their 30's SHOULD look like. Maybe we just age well.

Indeed.

SHOW USSSSS.

Give in to your desires, Shep!

Not baby-faced but not super-worn either is the best way I can describe it. Certainly shouldn't remind me of the 19 year old girl I was dating last.

Quite.

I'm not showing you my spine. I don't have that power.

[LaZodiac]

Had to shovel again today. It was much less then the last two days so it was more managable, but still bad. Snooooow.

[Dimonite]

Had to shovel again today. It was much less then the last two days so it was more managable, but still bad. Snooooow.

SNOOOOOW!
...and now I want it to be Christmas.

[Coidzor]

SNOOOOOW!
...and now I want it to be Christmas.

I'd settle for a proper November. Or to be young again so that November feels right again.

[Mutant Sheep]

Give in to your desires, Shep!

Not baby-faced but not super-worn either is the best way I can describe it. Certainly shouldn't remind me of the 19 year old girl I was dating last.

Quite.

I'm not showing you my spine. I don't have that power.

... At least you use an 'e' now. What, is a double vowel too hard for you? or are you saying I am a shepard, but not a ard?

I cant tell. A 40-something, sure, you can see the cynicism and hate has seeped into their very existance, but 30 somethings and 20 somethings are like, the same. Except when it comes to the boozing and the drinking and the saying 'manbro'.

Yeeeehs. *stroke pipe*

I MEANT TEH PENGUIN ANIMATION YOU FOOL! *smacks with spine*

[Amidus Drexel]

I cant tell. A 40-something, sure, you can see the cynicism and hate has seeped into their very existance, but 30 somethings and 20 somethings are like, the same. Except when it comes to the boozing and the drinking and the saying 'manbro'.

I don't know. I am by no means in my 40's, but I find myself being cynical rather often. I think cynicism is a fairly universal thing. You know what they say: "Everyone's a cynic!"
That's not what the phrase-
SHUT UP I AM TALKING!

[Dimonite]

... At least you use an 'e' now. What, is a double vowel too hard for you? or are you saying I am a shepard, but not a ard?

I cant tell. A 40-something, sure, you can see the cynicism and hate has seeped into their very existance, but 30 somethings and 20 somethings are like, the same. Except when it comes to the boozing and the drinking and the saying 'manbro'.

Yeeeehs. *stroke pipe*

I MEANT TEH PENGUIN ANIMATION YOU FOOL! *smacks with spine*

*gets out shears*
The links to penguin stuffs have already been shared, you silly ship!
Also, it's spelled shepherd, so you would be an unherded shep.
*advances towards sheep with shears in hand*

[Mutant Sheep]

*gets out shears*
The links to penguin stuffs have already been shared, you silly ship!
Also, it's spelled shepherd, so you would be an unherded shep.
*advances towards sheep with shears in hand*

I'll be honest, I didnt follow that link. Now I did. I LVOE THE THING AND THIS IS WONDERFUL!

[Dimonite]

I'll be honest, I didnt follow that link. Now I did. I LVOE THE THING AND THIS IS WONDERFUL!

Since you did nothing to stop me... *SHEARS SHEEP*

[Amidus Drexel]

Since you did nothing to stop me... *SHEARS SHEEP*

Hey, you should make me some wool socks. I seem to have misplaced most of mine.

[Teddy]

Would sleet be an adequate term for these frozen smallnails? Just to help me imagine it. Last night we had sleet, which fluctuated between fat gobs of slush and tiny ice needles that stung my eyelids as I jogged. It left a fleece in the end, though, which alas has been washed away by softer rains today.

Well, there's no rain or slush intermixed, so I don't know if sleet is a fitting term, but you nailed it with the tiny ice needles. The point is that they're tiny and stingy and usually come together with a strong headwind. Like being bombarded with small nails, essentially, or to use the Swedish word: "nubb".

Perhaps you channel the spirit of some distant skald, who may speak true words no matter the tongue: for Wilde wrote beautiful French, and Bede wrote beautiful Latin. But you must have some sublimity in Swedish as well, because others who have studied a language as long might still suffer poetic poverty.

Well, I think my peers considered me the best speaker in the class in grade 10-12. I think my fantastic English teacher during the same time considered me one of the best he'd ever heard, which still flatters me. All my Swedish teachers through the years have equally complimented and criticised me for my thorough attention to detail, which I admit sometimes can take over a bit.

In later years, I've learned to restrain myself, but every now and then, I let my words flow freely, shining as a bright burst of creativity as I distill my true mindset into a single, highly immersive environmental description. It's a joyful occupation, even when my words are those of bitterness and disappointment, and my knowledge of how much you love it just drives me even further.

You would like it here. In the depth of January, when the snow is heaped high with a fresh sprinkle on top to make it glitter; when the night sky is crystal clear and a full moon shines on it all brightly enough to cast crisp shadows. It is my habit to take long walks on the rivers on such nights.

I complain a lot about my city, but it's the people not the environment. I love the winters.

Yes. Yes, I think I would. My eyes sparkle at your mere words, my emotions cast themselves into the situation and I can feel the winter's nightly chill bite my cheeks, making them blush like the most amorous of roses. Standing knee deep in the untarnished snow, I overlook the moonlit landscape, watch winter's white blanket gently caress the slumbering world. Muffled lights seep through snow-framed windows, dotting the landscape like a field of fallen stars. Time and space lose meaning, wrap themselves together like a love-struck couple on a windswept river bridge, and the whole universe is shrunk into a singular moment of absolute presence. Nothing exists but me, and so it lasts until the eternity once again turns to day.

[Kneenibble]

Random interjection, but don't let me stop you shearing: teh shep could stand a little TLC: do I recall correctly that Dimonitus is a numismatist?

O! Teddy, I shall reply to you shortly. I wrote this interjection hastily & must fly out on an errand.

[Teddy]

O! Teddy, I shall reply to you shortly. I wrote this interjection hastily & must fly out on an errand.

Do not hustle but for my sake, tranquility only comes to the patient soul and my warm bed beckons me home. Even though I desire little more than to hear your words, no doubt will they taste no less sweet with an awake and alacritous mind. And as such, I will leave you all to become one with the night. Sov gott!

[MoonCat]

Heeee guys.

Remeber when I used to have the emotional capacity to talk to y'all?

I sure don't. My memory was fried weeks ago.

[Dimonite]

Random interjection, but don't let me stop you shearing: teh shep could stand a little TLC: do I recall correctly that Dimonitus is a numismatist?

O! Teddy, I shall reply to you shortly. I wrote this interjection hastily & must fly out on an errand.

Oh, once long ago I did pass a few merry hours in the study of coinage, but I have not partaken of such joys in many a year.