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You're altogether too agreeable. I'm tempted to kick you because of how little I want to kick you. More Guinness for me, then.

I wouldn't call it a shower of fire, so much as a torrent. Who could possibly go without admiring such a complexion?

Lor: If you come back, you've a shiny gift waiting!

Guinness for Melkor, then. Cheers. Also, his name is Sebastian. He doesn't like new people. However, you're not a people. You're a person (At least, I suspect as much). Given this, he shouldn't unleash hellfire provided you don't turn your back to him. Unless, of course, he's feeling peppy.

I just scrolled to reply without reading anything other than the first post, and I apologize if I'm just saying the same thing as someone else. I, at least, define hipster as someone who does their best to be the exact opposite of what's "popular" or "in". Is the current "thing" valley girls...

Most certainly not, I would have guessed you're male. I just wanted to make sure not to offend.

You flatter me, good sir or madam (I could never discern your gender, not that I really looked into it). Your avatar is the middleagedmanlookingtotheright-liest of all.

Ah, and so he calls on me to be creative. How very tricksty of you. .. I should be fine, so long as I am mindful of the Frumious Bandersnatch.

Thinking about my future. As far as I've got it planned, I'll graduate high school, college, get a job, and die. Hopefully get a wife along the way. The only reasons those goals are there is because it's more or less mandatory. I can't really think of anything to add that I would find...

When the sperm whale ejaculates, he releases 100,000 oz. of sperm. He can do this daily.

I'm having trouble at step 1, Doc.

I certainly haven't seen any crazed bananas recently, so I suppose they would be considered tranquil. I ate them, though. ~~ Given that my username kind of fits the pattern of adjective-edible, I'm sort of a distant relative to himherit. I'm feeling for a presence... And I find none. Bird is...

I'm constantly made to write these. It's really just annoying. I have respect for certain people in the past, but I don't try to model myself after them. The only role model I follow is a constantly updated persona in my mind, which is exactly me, just slightly more perfect. I wrote about that...

I have seen these female tentacle monsters. Basically, picture a sponge.

I don't "know" I'm an INTP, I just strongly suspect it. I was typed by a friend as an INTP, and that friend referred me to some tests which have without fail typed me so. I then read up on what exactly the MBTI was, and I felt the profile matched me well enough. Would I be upset if I wasn't an...

I don't watch tv much anymore, but now I'm nostalgic over all of the cartoons I loved when I was younger. I think I'll go watch 4 seasons of Samurai Jack, now.

Unless you're cut on your upper face and it's bleeding profusely, I don't really get when a band-aid would be necessary. Any cut small enough for a band-aid to cover is unimportant and doesn't need a cover. Any cut too big for a band-aid.. Well, it's too big for a band-aid.

I've got the kind of organized mess which looks in complete disarray but in which I can find anything I need quickly. I get that "burst of energy" every couple months. One exception, however, is the kitchen. For whatever reason, I can live in as trashed a place as I want, and it doesn't bother...

Well, I'm obviously the boss here. Any and all action preformed by any member of this forum, whether or not they're aware of it, is completely and totally controlled by me. Nice to meet ya.

Well, I thought the Superbowl was during autumn. I really don't follow sports..

I enjoy people-watching if I'm sitting and there is no interaction or touching required. If I'm standing in a crowd, I get paranoid because I don't like people being near me if I can't see them. It's not too severe, and I can get along in my somewhat large school's passing time during which...

I haven't the slightest clue.

Hanged man

I hate homework. In my particular corner of the U.S., any and all homework is simply busywork, time spent repeating the same information that's been drilled into your brain from two years ago. I enjoy studying. That's learning. Homework, not so much.

+1 to the first paragraph. Then, +1 to the rest.

I'm torn between PC and ps2. PC has been explained extensively above. As for the ps2, I've had mine for 8 years and it still works well. It just seemed good for the time, and the games are somewhat nostalgic.

Good to know that my brain is thought of as "sexy".

If the dust is thick enough to the point that you can draw in it, then you would probably do well to vacuum. Also, what happened to your avatar?

Stoic Beverage is made impudent. For the poem, so long ago, died. It hath been resurrected. I like feet! (<-- I lied)

When I read Eragon in the third (or was it fourth?) grade, I fancied the silent conversations the two main characters had. It led me to create Sebastian, who I can speak to in my brain at any given time. He's an excellent coping mechanism, and an excellent cure for boredom.

Walk the world with naught but a backpack, enough money so I can go without worrying about food, and maybe even someone to accompany me.

Art class. I was(am) a sneaky bastard.

Define "moral".

I don't "hide" anything, so to speak. If anyone cared to look, they would find the whole of my wonderful self. I just show by default whatever is least in conflict with the current situation.

I have many acquaintances, but I have only five "friends". I'm not close to any of them, though.

Zeldon. I've a recommendation. You obviously need to contact people, and you're more likely to find people in person than on the internet. As of yet, there are technically no people actually on the internet, so you shouldn't be asking for a "site", but a place. Where would this place be? I...

I don't know me very well, so it could be one of two options. 1.) I more or less shrug and get over it. 2.) Forcibly shove (can one gently shove?) large quantities of arsenic down his/her throat. Depends on whether or not I had breakfast that morning.

I would prefer endless put-downs, actually. If someone puts me down, I find it a good bit of fun to try to quickly think of a clever response. If I'm put down by a friend, it's an invitation to a tongue-in-cheek battle of wits. Put-downs lead to much more fun than bad jokes. Edit: Note...

No such thing as too much nog! +1 @ OP I'm not in a relationship, and am not actively seeking one. If an ideal person suddenly became infatuated with me, then things would move on. Otherwise, I'm perfectly fine as is. That's how I view relationships, and I imagine most people here share a...

I dabbled in poetry a couple years back. I was told I was good, but I didn't really enjoy writing it, so I don't write them anymore unless I'm struck about the head with inspiration. I write essays quite often, but this is for the sake of refining and preserving my thoughts. I've always wanted...

I've played The Arena, Daggerfall, and Oblivion. Morrowind is obviously missing from that list. While I regret this and want to fix that as soon as possible, getting my mitts on Skyrim the moment it comes out is currently of higher priority.

Um... I'm good at editing for spelling and grammar, I suppose.

Are you mad? You have access to any weaponry you can imagine, and there are no consequences for using them. Do you decline a bazooka battle?

Actually, I hate it when people get close to me or touch me, but I still have no trouble keeping eye contact.

T'was nice while it lasted. *tear*

-fin-

I usually have my eyes downcast, but if someone says something to me, then I look them straight in the eyes. I've always done this. Sometimes people can find it creepy, but if the other person is fidgety it usually makes my social awkwardness seem a little less apparent.

The act of being objective is decided subjectively. That is, you decide via your mood and emotions whether you're going to be objective. Actually being objective, though, remains pure of subjectivity if you are not biased. The only subjectivity lies in the act of choosing to act objectively.

Hmm... You're a tricksty one. If I'm in your dream, then I'm a figment of your imagination. In your dream, you seem to have granted me relative intelligence. Given this, I'll realize I'm in a dream and can now conjure bazookas at will.

Too bad it's been sewn shut. It only takes hands to type, O Clever One.