The Ramble Thread

[Cabbo Pearimo]

This is the place where people, mostly me, Melkor and wisp, probably, can come to ramble. But as ever we need a topic, so;


The meaning of life!

Let's see.

42
42
42

and of course, there isn't one.

 

[Cabbo Pearimo]

Sorry for putting this in Introit, I thought it was the lounge.

 

[Melkor]

I say , that if chickens lay eggs, why can't biscuit tins fly!?

 

[Cabbo Pearimo]

AHA! You've got a link.


I think this is going to become the place where people post to get posts, and to tell random jokes.


And you can delete the link all you want, It's still in my memory!

 

[Cabbo Pearimo]

There it goes, drowning in the pit of information, filed under 'deleted/useless/links'

 

[Melkor]

Thats were my life went....

 

[Cabbo Pearimo]

You were about to say wnet instead of went! Aha! I am the cosmic mistake spotter, ruining your attempt at being perffect!

 

[Melkor]

Your just uncool, i can see into the future!

 

[Melkor]

IT'S PERFECT!

 

[Cabbo Pearimo]

'You're'

I might be imperf-f-ect, but you're worse, you scummanger!

 

[loveofreason]

Moved.

Whisked away on that magic carpet and settled down in the cosy lounge. Please ramble.

Mind if I visit from time to time?

I'll wipe by feet and bring snacks. The meaning of life is incomplete without food. In fact, that is the meaning. Eat and be eaten.

We're all just food

That, and 42.

 

[Cabbo Pearimo]

Feel free. This is the place where dreams become indistinguishable, and meaning loses its slippers, so it's got cold feet! Aha!

 

[Cabbo Pearimo]

Good one, though.

 

[Melkor]

I'll get the posionous cake!



Heres one for you.


The past has already happened, therefore it does not exist.


The future has not happened and so it does not exist either.


Once you speak of the present , it has became the past, so does anything exist?

 

[Cabbo Pearimo]

The present has just become the past, and any way is just a perception we use to 'understand', when in fact we should just accept the fact that we don't exist and get on with mentally breaking down every barrier untill we all die of AIDS or something.

 

[Melkor]

HEAR HEAR!

 

[loveofreason]

What meaning needs is a good dog to lick those frosty toes and keep them warm.

You and Melkor keep toasty now, give each other fair space at the keyboard

 

[Melkor]

Actually we are on seperate computers.
Hence the mass spamming.


I do beleive we haven't been introduced.

I'm melkor, I'm the man who will be killing you today.

 

[Cabbo Pearimo]

I've heard that one before. Different name though. And I nearly strangled him.


He is freakishly tall...

 

[Melkor]

-your almost as tall a me-

 

[loveofreason]

pleased to meet you Melkor. What's it like being Cabbo's alter ego? Is it kind of crowded in there?

 

[Ermine]

Smile for the cameraman, dearie, jesus christ is here!

 

[Melkor]

-punches him-


Thats for ignoring me!


Oh and it's kinda difficult existing alongside cabbo, you know, I have the urge to kill him frequently.

 

[Cabbo Pearimo]

We're not the same person, phycologically or biologically. He genuinely is a completely different person.

 

[Melkor]

Only a idoit would think that.
-rolls eyes-

 

[Cabbo Pearimo]

And we all know that not a person here is entirely deserving of that title. There are a few mor-m-ons, though.



Again, sorry. But I can't resist a good* pun.



*Good in pun terms. Essentially meaning 'bad'.

 

[Ermine]

Sorry to burst your bubble, but the mor-m-on objects.

 

[loveofreason]

Sorry to burst your bubble, but the mor-m-on objects.

Is that an official complaint?

 

[Ermine]

call it what you like.

 

[Agapooka]

Then it's a camel.

 

[Cabbo Pearimo]

The Alice organisation.

The organization consists of 86 institutes across 29 countries, with over 1000 members trying to make the world a slightly more complicated mass of belief and confusion. Here’s how; when they eventually find what they are looking for, that being the new mass ‘quark-gluon plasma’ they will be left with only the philosophy of the matter, no pun intended, being ‘just what does this new existence mean, and just how did it contribute to the construction of an enormous and intricate field of existence called the universe?’
And, in the end, their heads will rot out and it will feed the microbodies that will make up the ancestors of the new generation, the dead generation, so called because we all will be. These creatures that come from the earth, these fiends, these monstrosities that horde around the world, will bear our faces, will live as we did, and will eventually facilitate their own destruction, just as we did. The cycle will continue until the sun explodes.

www.aliceinfo.cern.ch

 

[Cabbo Pearimo]

Sorry, loveofreason, I'll restrain. But everyone's on the chat at 3 in the morning for me.

 

[Melkor]

Let me put it politely.

If cows were made of lemons, then ducks would most certainley be composed of spinach.

Therefore I proclaim you to be a lemon.



Go back to your cave.

 

[Cabbo Pearimo]

Oh yeah? Well, under that logic, I am soon to be processed to make a cow. That cow will make you, for you sir are a cowpat.

 

[Melkor]

Therefore I am composed not only of everything you are, but more.
therefore I AM GREATER THAN YOU!

 

[Cabbo Pearimo]

You are created of the stuff that I don't need. You are vermin, swill, shite. Ahaha.

 

[Melkor]

Nay, for if you are a lemon, you will pass through the cows digestive system, and fade into nothingness, I shall rule you !

 

[Cabbo Pearimo]

"If cows are made of lemons..." means that by being a lemon I am a cow, and will digest and create you, you cowpat.


On another, copied and pasted, note...
"So these tourists are on holiday in Greece, wandering around, and they hire this guy at a bar to take them on a tour. So they're walking around the island they are staying on, and the guy is pointing stuff out to the two tourists. As they near the port, the guide points to a small fleet of boats docked there.
"You see those ships? I built them, by myself! And do they call me Lekas the ship builder? NO!"
the tour continues, and eventually they see a large olive grove. The guide points at the trees and scornfully addresses the tourists.
"You see those olive trees? I planted that whole grove myself! And do they call me Lekas the olive grower? NO!"
The tourists continue on, somewhat confused by the guide's anger but enjoying the tour nontheless.
As they walk down a road, they pass a row of houses, and the guide waves his hands expansively.
"You see those houses? I built them all, by hand, by myself! And do they call me Lekas the house builder? NO! But I have sex with one dog, one...dog...""

 

[Jesin]

I've heard that one before, except it was in Ireland, the guy was named Angus, and it was a goat, not a dog.