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Post by krazydiamond on Sept 3, 2004 18:38:59 GMT -5
yikes..........i'm not ready for this, Andy can't you change that counter?
all of a sudden i am feeling like Doc....well, maybe not EXACTLY like Doc..........but y'all get my point.
speaking of which, hope you got your hatches battened, Doc, wherever you are..stay safe, thoughts and fingers crossed for everyone in Florida over the next few days...
KD
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Post by Cher on Sept 3, 2004 19:01:55 GMT -5
I agree KD, this moves way way too fast. Andy, please change it, make us get to at least 1500 before we become any kind of high diety. Maybe something like a diamond. Hey, there you go, we could move from dirt to stones to agates to jasper to amethyst to emeralds to rubies to silver to gold to diamonds. Or something like that. *smile* I figure I really need to quit posting so much cause I don't ever want to reach 500 posts. I'll have to quit and sign up under a new name and start all over. LOL
[glow=red,2,300]~ Cher ~[/glow]
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Post by Cher on Sept 3, 2004 19:11:37 GMT -5
Dang, I just realized I'm going to miss out on seeing you reaching the zenith tonight. I'll think about you while I'm sitting out by the fire. *smile*
[glow=red,2,300]~ Cher ~[/glow]
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Post by docone31 on Sept 3, 2004 21:29:52 GMT -5
Hey Krazy, now you know what all the pontifications were about. Wait untill you get to the kick off point and you internalize the process. Don't worry about a post some newbie reads that forever keeps them from going forward. Don't worry about sharing and someone misreading the post and misapplying anything with catastrophic, potentially E.L.E (extinction level event) results. Wait untill you turn God, and the cat goes in the corner. Wait untill the Great Cornholio and the fecal fairy visti!!!! Not to worry however, I have come up with a plan worthy of my dietyness. I endeaver to become a world famous humble, modest anonymous diety. With one word I will fix the mess. With a stroke of a key I can change the outcome. No one will recognise my writing style, no one will ever know. I have even tried to postpone the inevitable. I wrote posts as a guest. It did not work. They went into cyber space. Why? I have tried figuiring it out and my eye twitches. I became God in LA., and a perfect stranger asked me how I was. I thought it was a trick question. I look her straight into the eye, without being distracted by her hair looking like a parrot head, and her telling me she was so conservative, while wearing piercings, having hairy armpits, hairy legs, a disco dress with just do me on it. I told her I had diarhea(sp?) gas, my eyes were twitching, my nose had a drip starting and I had two cups of coffee in my hands. She picked her nose and ate it. She then told me I was not politically correct. I think I might have been able to understand her if I had not been God. I was confused. I had gas, I couldn't let it go, my eyes were twitching and my nose was driving me crazy, I had two very hot cups of coffee in my hands. My wife was walking into traffic without looking and this bad acid trip parrot with human features looking like a gorilla with a disco dress was telling me I was not politically correct! Why could she see I was God, the most humble, modest, world famous Diety that could change fate with a word? I had to do #1 at that point, along with the rest, the presure was building, I was surrounded by the California Fruits and nuts, and I was about to explode in a public place holding two cups of coffee. I am trying to walk away holding two very hot cups of coffee, not Latte' thats another Diety experience, holding off a serious explosion, wife stopping six lanes of traffic without noticing she might have been flattened, still talking to me and I was walking the other way. This absurd bad acid trip parrot head gorilla with a disco dress was screaming to me the merits of liberalism and getting in my way to educate me on how I should vote. I am standing there, a crowd gathering, some throw back freeze dried hippies recognised me. They wanted autographs, souveneers, my wife was on the other side of the street not noticing I am going the other way, I gotta go real bad. I went one block home, Jenne's mother had had the water shut off so I could re-do the plumbing, I am going to explode, everyone there wanted to stop me and speak.... Just wait untill you see what happens when you make God. I am going to give up this enlightenment and let you have all the fun. People look strange, they speak like they are attached to a tin can, your hands feel just like two balloons. RUN.....
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Post by cookie3rocks on Sept 3, 2004 21:37:23 GMT -5
Shucks, guys, I've been a godess in my own mind for years. This was just my coming out party. Find the diety within, bring it out to the forefront. Just that easy cookie
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Post by krazydiamond on Sept 4, 2004 16:16:43 GMT -5
hmmmm, i guess i like the godess-becoming idea the way you put it, Cookie.....because the humble and modest approach sure ain't working for Doc!!! i know i ain't ready for Mrs. Parrot-Head in any shape or form, especially with a full bladder and hot cups of coffee in balloon hands.
no-sireee-bob-jack-squeaker, not me! and you can keep all the barking spiders where they belong....on the other hand, maybe i can pit the fecal fairies against the glowing red-eyed, barking spiders along with bulging eyed upside down dog-bats and they can distract each other while i recharge my soon-to-be sacred tumblers.
all sounds like rather hard work, let's open a few cold ones and suck down some helium and think about it for a while? KD
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Post by docone31 on Sept 4, 2004 16:48:05 GMT -5
KD, it was more the slurpy stuff and the intense gas that was worse than the haveing to go pee with balloon hands full of coffee. Out there, they just keep following you and keep talking. I never figuired out what she was saying but I will admit, I could find no credibility, I could not hear her, her prescense was louder than her words. I am glad I did not try it on helium. Wow. I am glad I did not do it 20yrs ago,..... red eyed barking spiders, waving walls, those voices-the ones that tell a person everybody knows. You look a person straight in the eyes and the voice in the back of the head keeps telling you, they know...they know... they know where you are, they know what you did..... you cannot get away... you cannot run... they will see you. I did want to pull her pierced lip over her head however, even if she was not making noise in my head.
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Post by hermatite on Sept 4, 2004 16:50:42 GMT -5
I'll never be a god...but I'd appreciate any worshipping you guys could throw my way.
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Post by Cher on Sept 4, 2004 18:57:11 GMT -5
You got it Herm!!
[glow=red,2,300]~ Cher ~[/glow]
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Post by krazydiamond on Sept 4, 2004 19:08:44 GMT -5
cher,
i love the little blue meanie adoration bead thingies! ou have the greatest emotes......
too cool, KD
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Post by Cher on Sept 4, 2004 22:07:14 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Ooooooo KD Only 4 to go!![/glow] Tonight you reach the zenith and become a Goddess of Rockdom.
[glow=red,2,300]~ Cher ~[/glow]
{next day} Ok, so I was wrong again. Are you hoping Andy will come in and change the numbers? *smile*
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Post by sandsman1 on Sept 5, 2004 16:02:41 GMT -5
ahhh its just like having a baby take acouple deep breaths and PUSH the enter button --hahahahaha it will be over befor ya know it
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Post by hermatite on Sept 5, 2004 16:10:16 GMT -5
Sands, taking a couple a deep breathes and pushing the enter button? that is NOT like having a baby...it might be like MAKING a baby...but definitely not like giving birth.
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Post by sandsman1 on Sept 5, 2004 19:24:45 GMT -5
hahahaha too funny
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Post by Cher on Sept 5, 2004 21:35:25 GMT -5
Dang, I would have given my right arm if I could have "pushed a button"!
[glow=red,2,300]Pfffttttttttttt ... LOL[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300]~ Cher ~[/glow]
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