Christ Centered Gamer

Keero wrote:So Scott, Scotty, Scot-la-roo, how's it hanging, homeslice?

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You got a car? >_>

Things are going.

Yeah, I have a car. A '94 Buick Regal.... that I got for $900. Epic. I hate that car.

Chozon1 wrote:Oh, I got it. But that's not what the detectives want to know is it now?

I don't know, is it? I think they want to know your interpretation of my terrible poetry. But that's just me.

First off, no such thing as terrible poetry. As longas it conveys the meaning or emtion is set's out to, it's good. From a secular standpoint, anyway. Poetry can be dirty. >_>

Second...I'll get back to you on that. I'll be needing to re-read it.

Thirdly, do you know how dangerous chain saws are? O_O My parents wanted me to use one of those instead of an ax, and they wouldn't let me buy a double bladed ax because "it was too dangerous," then let me use a chainsaw? O_O

Chozon1 wrote:First off, no such thing as terrible poetry. As longas it conveys the meaning or emtion is set's out to, it's good. From a secular standpoint, anyway. Poetry can be dirty. >_>

Second...I'll get back to you on that. I'll be needing to re-read it.

Thirdly, do you know how dangerous chain saws are? O_O My parents wanted me to use one of those instead of an ax, and they wouldn't let me buy a double bladed ax because "it was too dangerous," then let me use a chainsaw? O_O

There is such a thing as terrible poetry. I point the good sir to one Amanda McKittrick Ros, who wrote, in 1933:

"Holy Moses! Have a look!
Flesh decayed in every nook!
Some rare bits of brain lie here,
Mortal loads of beef and beer,
Some of whom are turned to dust,
Every one bids lost to lust;
Royal flesh so tinged with 'blue'
Undergoes the same as you."

Or to the Canadian poet James McIntyre, who gave us this little gem:

"The ancient poets ne'er did dream
That Canada was land of cream,
They ne'er imagined it could flow
In this cold land of ice and snow,
Where everything did solid freeze
They ne'er hoped or looked for cheese."

Even worse was a William Topaz McGonagall, from Dundee, Scotland. He gave many a verse that was atrocious, but most wonderfully contributed this:

"Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay!
Alas! I am very sorry to say
That ninety lives have been taken away
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember'd for a very long time."

You'll notice that there is no meter, hardly a grasp on rhyme scheme... and that it's just plain awful.

So bad poetry? You bet.

Anyway. Chainsaws.

No, I'm not familiar with how dangerous they are, but I would assume that they're very dangerous, and not something that a klutzy person would want to wield. Sharp teeth going very fast? No thanks. On a chain, you say? Um. I'll stay away from that, thanks. Axes are dangerous, too, what with their cumbersome swinging and such. I wouldn't trust myself with either. Apt to lose an eye, with my luck.

How that works out, I don't know.

Hmm...Yes. I'll rethink that "no bad poetry" thing. It won't be hard.

Anywayz, should I place my finger in my nose tomorrow when taking my permit photo?

Chozon1 wrote:Hmm...Yes. I'll rethink that "no bad poetry" thing. It won't be hard.

Anywayz, should I place my finger in my nose tomorrow when taking my permit photo?

No. I've had the same idea before, and it's really just impractical. You're surrounded by strangers. This might not be a deterrent to you, but the problem really is the fact that you absolutely no idea when they take the picture, so actually sticking your finger up there results in either a long time with your finger up your nose (which you may or may not have a problem with) or a lot of distasteful looks from businesspeople and weirdos alike.

Good stuff? No.

Not at all.

Actually, I was planning on just contorting my face in some weird way, but the lady was very nice, so I would've felt guilty. To make it worse, right on the machnie was a "Smile, God loves you," sticker.

Instead, I managed to look like a lonely puppy. Better?

Chozon1 wrote:Actually, I was planning on just contorting my face in some weird way, but the lady was very nice, so I would've felt guilty. To make it worse, right on the machnie was a "Smile, God loves you," sticker.

Instead, I managed to look like a lonely puppy. Better?

Hmm... no. Because you're, what, 17, 18? You'll get your license soon... but until then, you'll have to either hide the permit or have people heckle you.

Fun.

What is your definition of fun?

Pheonix wrote:What is your definition of fun?

My definition of fun? Well... certainly it's doing things you enjoy with the people you love. Or alone. Huh. One of those two.

ars u a hacker?

Pheonix wrote:ars u a hacker?

No.

Though I have been known to read hacker fiction (i.e., Neal Stephenson and William Gibson) and love the concept of cyberpunk.

Maybe I'm a hacker at heart, then.

Do you believe it possible to live in Western society and make a decision to refuse driving?

Kendrik wrote:Do you believe it possible to live in Western society and make a decision to refuse driving?

Yes.

If you live in New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Detroit or any major city. Other than that... you've got a bus ride ahead of you.

Mopeds, or motorcycles?

Keep in mind, I'm six-foot one.

Chozon1 wrote:Mopeds, or motorcycles?

Keep in mind, I'm six-foot one.

You know, I knew a guy who looked for all the world like a biker. Yet he drove a scooter to work, saying it was "surprisingly fun." From that, and from the fact that every biker that I know (including my two uncles) are just plain weird... I say go with a scooter and leave both bike and moped in the dust.