KuReshtin's Vociferously Ruminating Harbinger of Random Banter - #147

[Haruki-kun]

You so lucky.

Just the other night I had a nightmare about a Minecraft world built out of luggage, the luggage being people's souls and Na'Vi who tricked us into going into a spider-demon's lair.

I woke up from a nightmare about a week ago, heart pounding and shaking. Then I didn't remember it at all.

How do you people manage to remember your dreams?

[CurlyKitGirl]

Holy crap that is the most terrifying thing I've ever read. You sub-conscience is quite the story teller.

You should see what my conscious can think up!
Glad you enioyed my nightmare though. There were some things I missed out, or simply couldn't find the words to explain what happened. I think the latter is the most upsetting.

...

Remind me to call ahead before ever visiting your dreamscape, Koorly.

Think how I feel. I live in it. Then again, I hardly ever remember my dreams. Given the vividness of that nightmare, this is a good thing.

Sounds remarkably like you combined the two most terrifying creatures you could imagine in your head to create a being even more terrifying than the individuals. Probably somewhere in your mind the two ideas connected and merged, thus creating the beings of your nightmare.

The fact that it began in an unfamiliar setting, then transported into a more familiar one is probably related to the idea that a horrible thing can begin somewhere far away, but then make its way straight to your front door, which is even more terrifying than if it had just started right where you lived or if you had gone and visited it, because that means it can be anywhere.

And the fact that you were all armed with knives that were, ultimately, ineffective would be the futility of the common man to protect themselves against such atrocities, and the inevitable result of trying to do so. Your psyche, realizing that it had no way to counteract these horrors, ended your life before your mind could produce an even greater terror.

As far as nightmares go, that one is pretty "good". o.o;

That's kind of what I figured. Foreign to well-known; no real defence; everyone wearing shorts and t-shirts or similar.

I don't even see why I was - I adore horror stories and the like; slasher films make me giggle, and the psychological stuff is delightfully creepy, but easy to throw off the effects.
Blinkand the Angels two-parter are some of my favourite Doctor Who episodes ever. I should go back and actually pay attention to Marble Hornets next time. That'd solve everything.

It was a fairly good nightmare as far as nightmares go.

[randman22222]

Hey! Hey you! Curly!

I was wondering just now. When you're writing, away from the Playground, do you still turn 'j's into 'i's? And on purpose? Or by accident? And are you gonna do that with assignments in uni?

Hmmm. Where'd that "Interrogate Playgrounders" thread go?

[Nameless]

It sucks. You're gonna love it.

I see what you did there.
Or do I...?

Tell us how many guys accidentally hit on you.

I'm a ladies man... With chest hait hair and a six pack. Grrr.

[Dallas-Dakota]

I'm a ladies man... With chest hait hair and a six pack. Grrr.

Pics or it didn't happen.

On a second note, never mind. We believe you! Honest! >.>

[Snares]

I can confirm that Nameless is the manliest man on the planet. :>

[CurlyKitGirl]

Hey! Hey you! Curly!

I was wondering just now. When you're writing, away from the Playground, do you still turn 'j's into 'i's? And on purpose? Or by accident? And are you gonna do that with assignments in uni?

Hmmm. Where'd that "Interrogate Playgrounders" thread go?

This is the only site on which I use i's for iays, because it's the only site I:
a) actually remember to use
b) type on with regularity
But I have accidentally typed i's for iays when writing for uni, but have gone back and corrected.
And I certainly don't intend to do it for uni because I write at least one essay a week. And all of them are read by my tutor. Worst of all: I'm the only person in my year doing this particular English course, so I get one-on-one tutorials every week with her.
I certainly don't intend to do any idiosyncractic typing with her or any other person reading my essays!

And that thread disappeared because Trog hosted it, and often the Playgrounder being interviewed didn't bother to respond.

EDIT:
And how's Strathclyde treating you? Settling in okay?

[Snares]

More random tales of my band.

Played a show today at some thing called 'Romfest', was good, even if none of us really cared that much about the show itself. Because of that I was given free rein to do whatever the hell I wanted, and so spent most of the show infuriating the bassist by playing far too many polyrhythms to be anywhere near appropriate. That and playing extremely silly fills to make the guys in the front row laugh. Oh, and we broke into a random country and western jam at the end. 'Cos we're cool like that. Despite all that, the show was pretty much a success.

The band on before us were absolutely terrible though. Actually dreadful. It was their first live performance, and apparently they'd only been playing together for a month, but it sounded more like two weeks. At times it was honestly like I was watching Complete. (And If you don't know who Complete are, YouTube them and listen to Hoogie Boogie Land... it's astonishing.)

[Teddy]

The band on before us were absolutely terrible though. Actually dreadful. It was their first live performance, and apparently they'd only been playing together for a month, but it sounded more like two weeks. At times it was honestly like I was watching Complete. (And If you don't know who Complete are, YouTube them and listen to Hoogie Boogie Land... it's astonishing.)

Auuugh! My ears! My brain! It HURTS!

Just because you did that to me, I'll feed you this... peculiar... piece of art, that I had lying around just waiting for a moment like this. Behold:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FjeMDvCdrtc

[Gullara]

Auuugh! My ears! My brain! It HURTS!

Just because you did that to me, I'll feed you this... peculiar... piece of art, that I had lying around just waiting for a moment like this. Behold:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FjeMDvCdrtc

AHHH MY EARS!!!

Another innocent bystander caught in the crossfire in a terrible music war.

[randman22222]

This is the only site on which I use i's for iays, because it's the only site I:
a) actually remember to use
b) type on with regularity
But I have accidentally typed i's for iays when writing for uni, but have gone back and corrected.
And I certainly don't intend to do it for uni because I write at least one essay a week. And all of them are read by my tutor. Worst of all: I'm the only person in my year doing this particular English course, so I get one-on-one tutorials every week with her.
I certainly don't intend to do any idiosyncractic typing with her or any other person reading my essays!

And that thread disappeared because Trog hosted it, and often the Playgrounder being interviewed didn't bother to respond.

EDIT:
And how's Strathclyde treating you? Settling in okay?

It's treating me okay... Now that freshers week is over, and the school clubs and classes are starting, I'll begin meeting people, and falling into a rhythm. Not that I haven't made a couple friends already.

You know, I thought I was good at settling into new cultures. But the UK is hard for me to wrap my head around.
Maybe because it's not quite foreign enough?

[Nameless]

I can confirm that Nameless is the manliest man on the planet. :>

Grrr... Gnash! Gnash! >:o

[Snares]

Auuugh! My ears! My brain! It HURTS!

Just because you did that to me, I'll feed you this... peculiar... piece of art, that I had lying around just waiting for a moment like this. Behold:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FjeMDvCdrtc

I counter with The Shaggs! Although their music is kind of compellingly bad, rather than just plain awful.

Grrr... Gnash! Gnash! >:o

Don't eat me.

[CurlyKitGirl]

It's treating me okay... Now that freshers week is over, and the school clubs and classes are starting, I'll begin meeting people, and falling into a rhythm. Not that I haven't made a couple friends already.

You know, I thought I was good at settling into new cultures. But the UK is hard for me to wrap my head around.
Maybe because it's not quite foreign enough?

It's Scotland! How much more foreign does it need to be?
Try to avoid the deep-fried mars bars and the like, they can cause instant heart attacks.
Especially the deep-fried pizza. And the deep-fried fish and chips. And the deep-fried donner kebab.
I don't know about the deep-fried lettuce though.

In all seriousness though, glad that you've settled in so quickly. Hope you have fun there.

[Rae Artemi]

I'm a ladies man... With chest hait hair and a six pack. Grrr.

I think you meant Lady-man there Nameless. Remember, you do have boobies.

[Trobby]

Grrr... Gnash! Gnash! >:o

OH NO! D: Nameless is a zombie!

;-; I'm sorry son, but this is for your own good. *Revs up a chainsaw*

[Thufir]

And I still have a week before going back! And then a whole week before lectures, classes or any serious work begins.

Crazy Oxonian term dates. Enioy your free time!

Also!
I had an incredibly terrifying dream last night, actually woke me up with a pounding heart. (This would be the first proper nightmare I've had in years. Perhaps even a decade or more.)

*Snip*

I ran, but I barely made it out the field before I felt something was wrong. And I didn't want to die or get caught. So I stabbed myself in the heart.
I felt myself die. And the Slender Man that was chasing me iust stopped, barely inside my area of vision and watched.
And I died.

Terrifying doesn't even cover what I felt.

This does not really express the full extent of my feelings. Dying in dreams bad. It happened to me once and I really badly want it to never happen again. Creepy monsters not a significant issue (Well, OK, maybe if they were real, but they're not). Dying is a scary thing.

I don't know about the deep-fried lettuce though.

I wha huh buh fuh... How does that work? What's the point of deep-frying lettuce?

[Trobby]

It's Scotland! How much more foreign does it need to be?
Try to avoid the deep-fried mars bars and the like, they can cause instant heart attacks.
Especially the deep-fried pizza. And the deep-fried fish and chips. And the deep-fried donner kebab.
I don't know about the deep-fried lettuce though.

In all seriousness though, glad that you've settled in so quickly. Hope you have fun there.

Wait...how can you have fish and chips that are not deep fried? Do you mean you re-fry the already deep-fried fish and chips?

And I would not be surprised at any of these things existing in Trogland.

I mean, we have Deep Fried Pickles for goodness sake! (They are delicious, actually).

[Rae Artemi]

Wait...how can you have fish and chips that are not deep fried? Do you mean you re-fry the already deep-fried fish and chips?

And I would not be surprised at any of these things existing in Trogland.

I mean, we have Deep Fried Pickles for goodness sake! (They are delicious, actually).

They have deep fried coca cola at the Ohio state fair. Also deep fried butter and twinkies. Oh, and chicken fried bacon.

And yes deep fried pickles are very delicious.

[Trobby]

They have deep fried coca cola

...HOW?!

[Rae Artemi]

...HOW?!

They freeze it first.

[CurlyKitGirl]

Crazy Oxonian term dates. Enioy your free time!

I am! Still got a lot of things to do though.

OI! FRED! We need to double-check meet-up dates. Start posting here again.
Crazy Fresher.

This does not really express the full extent of my feelings. Dying in dreams bad. It happened to me once and I really badly want it to never happen again. Creepy monsters not a significant issue (Well, OK, maybe if they were real, but they're not). Dying is a scary thing.

Yeah. Hence the waking up with a pounding heart and gasping for breath.
Feeling yourself die from a self-stabbing is horrific.
I could feel myself bleeding internally, and it was making me breathe all gurgly because I think I hit the lung as well, so it was like I was choking on top of it.
It was so breathless, and all I could feel was tingly warmth - the kin you get when you've been out in a winter gale, and then you're inside and your skin starts warming up again - and liquid inside me that was heavier than rock.

I don't want a dream-death again.

I wha huh buh fuh... How does that work? What's the point of deep-frying lettuce?

Scotland. Scotland needs no point. They'll deep-fry anything. And I know for a fact that they deep-fry haggis as well.

Wait...how can you have fish and chips that are not deep fried? Do you mean you re-fry the already deep-fried fish and chips?

And I would not be surprised at any of these things existing in Trogland.

I mean, you can take anything to a chippie in Scotland, and they'll fry it for you.
And yes, they'll re-fry fish and chips.
My Dad was in Scotland getting fish and chips for dinner (his iob takes him all over the country) and a man walked in with a donner kebab and a pre-cooked pizza.
He wrapped the kebab in the pizza, gave it to the counter lady and said, "Can you toss us 'at in the fryer [Lady's name]?"
And she did.
And he started eating it, and Dad iust staaared.
After the man had left the chippie she turned to Dad and said, "We call that a heart attack special. He has one every week. Our regulars are running bets on when he drops dead rom heart failure."

They have deep fried coca cola at the Ohio state fair. Also deep fried butter and twinkies. Oh, and chicken fried bacon.

And yes deep fried pickles are very delicious.

How can you deep-fry a drink?! Or butter! That's not a meal, that's an insta-artery block.

Then again, I've actually tried a deep-fried Marathon (now called a Snickers).
They're okay. But it was too . . . odd tasting, so I only had maybe half of it.

[Rae Artemi]

How can you deep-fry a drink?! Or butter! That's not a meal, that's an insta-artery block.

Then again, I've actually tried a deep-fried Marathon (now called a Snickers).
They're okay. But it was too . . . odd tasting, so I only had maybe half of it.

Like I said, they freeze the coke first, batter it up. and then deep fry it.

They put batter on the butter before frying it too.

Both of these things are apparently delicious. I refuse to eat them.

[Trobby]

They freeze it first.

Like I said, they freeze the coke first, batter it up. and then deep fry it.

They put batter on the butter before frying it too.

Both of these things are apparently delicious. I refuse to eat them.

THAT SHOULD NOT WORK. D= Putting coca cola in a deep fryer should not work, and I refuse to believe.

*looks it up*

...D=

...I feel the need to eat an entire celery plant now.

[Rae Artemi]

...I feel the need to eat an entire celery plant now.

Deep fried?

[Assassin89]

On the subject of fried foods, I prefer having chicken, fish, or potatoes fried compared to candy bars and soft drinks. I don't think the people who make those are sane. I also had fried pickles once.

[Trobby]

Deep fried?

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I've had deep-fried pickles on numerous occasions. I will always get them, given the chance.

Deep Fried chicken is fine too.

But there are some things in this world man was not meant to do, and deep-frying a soft drink is one of them. D:

[Rae Artemi]

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I've had deep-fried pickles on numerous occasions. I will always get them, given the chance.

Deep Fried chicken is fine too.

But there are some things in this world man was not meant to do, and deep-frying a soft drink is one of them. D:

What about mushrooms? They are delicious deep fried too.

[Assassin89]

What about mushrooms? They are delicious deep fried too.

Are you talking about Portabello mushrooms or one of the smaller varieties in this case? In fact, I know a place that uses a fried portabello to make a burger. And no, the rest of the burgers there are not fried.

[Thufir]

Yeah. Hence the waking up with a pounding heart and gasping for breath.
Feeling yourself die from a self-stabbing is horrific.
I could feel myself bleeding internally, and it was making me breathe all gurgly because I think I hit the lung as well, so it was like I was choking on top of it.
It was so breathless, and all I could feel was tingly warmth - the kin you get when you've been out in a winter gale, and then you're inside and your skin starts warming up again - and liquid inside me that was heavier than rock.

I don't want a dream-death again.

*Huggleseseseseseseseseseseseses*
:smallcurledup:

Scotland. Scotland has no point. Scotland needs no point.

Fixed Meme-ified.

I iust don't get it though. The big thing of deep-frying is that it's massively unhealthy. Why would you do it to vegetables?
Especially lettuce, since that has to be split up into leaves before being eaten really.

ION: Iust remembered I hadn't mentioned this yet:
So, morning following the housewarming A couple of friends of... I'm trying to think of a suitable apellation for him other than 'Homoerotic Friend', but that really is by far the most fitting. A couple of friends of Homoerotic Friend from down south decided they were hungry and wanted some sort of fried breakfast. Stuff not available in the house,so we got in the car. Drove to a pub. It was shut. Drove onward, heading in the direction of Central Station. Homoerotic Friend accidentally takes the wrong exit, heading onto the Tyne Bridge. And then... the car runs out of petrol.
Seriously. Iust onto the Tyne Bridge (Photo for reference), petrol run out. Managed to get the car up half on the pavement, but still half in the road. Fortunately he has a fuel tank in the boot in case of situations such as this, but, not a lot of petrol stations near the Tyne Bridge. So, we leave him with the car, one guy downloads an iphone app which finds petrol stations, and the nearest one we can see is most of the way back to Homoerotic Friend's house. Takes ~30 minutes to get there, ~20 to get back since we were able to skip the 'Wandering around not sure where we're going' step of the iourney going back.
Cautious putting in the petrol since the place you put the fuel in is on the right side of the car, which is half in the road, which by the way is technically a motorway, with ~50mph oncoming traffic. Put definitely got some in. Back in the car. It won't start.
Calls the AA. Phone dies. Borrows my phone, calls them again, runs out the 83p credit I had left, but they send someone, we iust have to wait another ~50 minutes.
I should mention, the whole time we were a bit worried about what if a policeman comes along. Because while Homoerotic Friend was perfectly fine to drive, we weren't sure he'd pass a breathalyser test. Police car pulls up, panic. But he turned out to be nice. Backed up a bit, thus creating a greater obstacle so oncoming cars couldn't cut it quite so close to our car and it was safe enough for us to stand in the road and push it all the way onto the pavement, with which he helped.
Finally, the AA man turns up. Amusingly we saw him drive by on the other side of the road iust before I got the text claiming he'd turn up in 20 minutes time. Anyway, the problem? Lack of petrol had been the initial issue, but then an hour of having the hazard lights on had run down the battery. Got iump-started and sent on our way.
Amusing way to start the day. Car sat for better part of two hours by the side of the road on the Tyne Bridge. I'd say cue merciless ribbing, but that actually started much earlier.