Yeesh...
And now, some witty conversation about names, people who suck, and why it's bad to take me seriously.
thenightspore: Slow Adrian, too, apparently LOL
professorworm: Adry, Adry, Adry...
professorworm: Ahhh, I have to move my car and I don't want to.
thenightspore: or Ady, as they prefer bleagh
thenightspore: that smiley needs to look unhappier
thenightspore: yeah god, forbid you should block the mailbox
professorworm: ... no, I like the R in there...
thenightspore: yeah, me too . . .not that I was consulted
professorworm: *sigh* Stupid house place.
thenightspore: I use Adry in the story for that reason
thenightspore: yeah . . . I'm glad we have a proper parking lot
professorworm: Well, okay then. I like the R better too. Adry.
professorworm: Yes. Screw you and your happy real parking lot.
thenightspore: our ice skating rink, you mean
thenightspore: I've fallen so many times . . . as much as I pay for that shit, and they don't de-ice it properly
professorworm: Arrrrrrgggggh. I'll just go move the damn thing now before the urge to kill rises further. Adry. AdryAdryAdryAdrian.
professorworm: Shit, this probably gives you license to call me Steffie.
thenightspore: Nah, Briar Rose it is
thenightspore: ping me when you get back
professorworm: Ohh, Briar Rose!
thenightspore: *grin*
professorworm: Sleeping Beauty. I do sleep a lot.
thenightspore: Yes, you do
professorworm: Not beautiful, but allowances can be made.
thenightspore: or only when i'm on the phone LOL
thenightspore: oh, pffffft
professorworm: Now all I have to do is dance with woodland animals.
thenightspore: Dance with the ratties! or was that Cinderella?
professorworm: Well? Do I want to listen to you on the phone?
professorworm: Cinderella, sorry.
thenightspore: No, no
professorworm: My sleep schedule was all kooky.
thenightspore: yeah. I tried not to be insulted
professorworm: Hey. Actually, I think the first night I fell asleep because I was sad.
professorworm: The second night, I was just cold.
thenightspore: I kept the room cold.
thenightspore: And it gave me a chance to read Ratman
professorworm: Warm under covers. I was reacting to an instinctive need to burrow.
professorworm: ... I didn't snore, did I?
thenightspore: nope
professorworm: Ah. Good.
professorworm: People are attracted to the strangest things en masse.
thenightspore: example?
professorworm: ... um. Pretentiousness and flowery language? Cuz that makes you teh smart. And... goddammit, Catcher in the Rye is so not a good book.
thenightspore: I barely remember it
professorworm: And it doesn't make you look smart and/or cynical.
thenightspore: uh. okay.
professorworm: Holden Caulfield is just dumb and teenaged.
thenightspore: heh. but teenagers identify with that
professorworm: Yeah, and so do assassins.
thenightspore: so they think it is deep because they know they themselves are deep and special
professorworm: Man, nobody in this world is deep or special the way they think they are.
thenightspore: that's why people like things like Nine Inch Nails and Sandman comics
professorworm: XD XD Thank you.
professorworm: And Dead Poets Society.
thenightspore: "This perfectly reflects the darkness of my soul"
professorworm: Tortured genius.
thenightspore: ignoring the fact that because it is so popular, it must reflect the darkness of a LOT of people's souls
professorworm: Tragic childhood.
professorworm: OMG, yes. So many uberdark and deep people.
thenightspore: it does annoy me when something weird i like goes mainstream and you get all these fangirls who only appreciate the surface aspects
professorworm: Too many, in fact. KILL 'EM ALL.
thenightspore: "I only wear black because there's no darker color" people
professorworm: That may be a motivation for some of the serial killers...
thenightspore: Yeah. case in point: Johnny the Homocidal Maniac comics
thenightspore: these fangirls, these mall vampire goth chicks, love it yet have NO IDEA that they are the people he is making fun of
professorworm: Haha. Black sucks. GIMME TEH PURE, SATURATED COLORS CHOPCHOP.
thenightspore: and I am rather pissed, remembering tracking down the comics when they would sporadically appear . . .now knowing I would have to fight my way thru a crowd of fangirls . . .
professorworm: Yeah, that's why I've never read those... I don't want to be in either group.
thenightspore: well, I prefer jewel tones myself, but rarely wear them
thenightspore: Well, I read them FIRST so thppppt to them.
professorworm: Yeah, I can never manage to be one of those people...
thenightspore: Same feelings as Crispin fangirls. Hands off, mine. I'll arm-wrestle you for him.
thenightspore: Just me being petty and jealous again, y'know
professorworm: Ooh! Arm wrestle me! My boss wouldn't; he was afraid he'd get beat down.
thenightspore: oh, I shall, then
professorworm: BRIGHT colors. Even my art is BRIGHT with the color. I lurves it.
professorworm: All right then.
professorworm: You'll probably win, but I'll still try.
thenightspore: LOL maybe I'll let you win a few times
professorworm: ... yeah, okay.
professorworm: *kiss*
professorworm: Ah, well. My tortured soul... it burnnnnz, precious.
thenightspore: snort
professorworm: Arrglefarrgle. And fake witches too. Gollum.
thenightspore: ah, story 14 is up. my reputation intact
professorworm: Drop rocks on the French! Steal fishes! Eat monkeys! Give me money, it's performance art...
thenightspore: ahhhhhhh god this is better than a back massage
professorworm: And then he pets paintings and, oh yeah, disabled people are people too. Whaddya know.
professorworm: What is?
thenightspore: reading this
professorworm: ... good lord, why?
thenightspore: it reminds me a LOT of some of my bedtime stories. but nicer
thenightspore: but ah, no, really, I am getting a warm physical reaction from this. not metaphorical. real
professorworm: >_> *Thin Man humps Knox's leg*
professorworm: Ah, hell. I'll be lucky if I finish this one scene.
thenightspore: oh stop
thenightspore: I love this, stop sillying it up
professorworm: What? Oh... yeah.
professorworm: Well, it's uncomfortable. To have you like it so much.
thenightspore: seriously . . . i love trying to write alternate mind states . . . I wrote one with synaethesia i need to send you
thenightspore: why?
professorworm: I don't know. Because it doesn't seem right. Clearly there's been some sort of mistake. People aren't supposed to actually like the things I do... um...
thenightspore: well, to quote you, "Fuck you then. I like it."
professorworm: Well, that and I would like a back massage right about now and this story just ain't cuttin' it.
That's about peak wittiness for me... after awhile, I just become nonsensical. Actually, I'm feeling sort of nonsensical right now. It must be all that Nightmare Before Christmas fangirling... I'm not sure I can finish the movie with the commentary on; it's fascinating, but it's also breaking down my suspension of disbelief and that is not cool.
EDIT: Who wants to move to Kent and rent a loft apartment with me in a place that used to be a textile factory? C'mon... you know you want to...