A variety of conversations I have had with various people. |
Shiroi: dude, i was just told that i was punk rock. Cactuar Joe: In what context? Shiroi: well, i think he meant i was cool, but i still like the idea that i am the entirety of punk rock. Cactuar Joe: Meredeth, goddess of Punk. She sits on a chainmail throne. She has a pink mohawk. Shiroi: well, not pink. and probably not a mohawk either. ok, i admit it, i'm not really the goddess of punk. Cactuar Joe: Yes you are! You're the secret goddess of punk, like a deranged Wonder Woman! Shiroi: and then he called me ma'am. what am i 800? wonder woman is. Cactuar Joe: Well, you're a goddess, though. Age has no meaning to you. Shiroi is Punk through the ages. She played Green Day at the Parthenon! Pink at the Pagoda! Shiroi: punk through the ages? does that mean i used to be rockabilly? Cactuar Joe: Would you like to be? Shiroi: i think i'd rather used to have been the eagles. they've more money. Cactuar Joe: Yes, but they're all male. Shiroi: well, i think i'm ok w/ that. maybe some of them aren't really males. Cactuar Joe: I think I'd rather find out that there's a god of punk in addition to a goddess than that you are, in fact, both. Shiroi: yeah, me too. i've never really understood how that would anatomically work anyhow. Cactuar Joe: Disturbingly. Shiroi: speaking of, i just got a spam that promised i would never be lied to again. my question: is that before or after i read the spam? Cactuar Joe: A good question! I like that! It's like the old "Open this package with the crowbar inside it" thing. Shiroi: is there a dead cat inside? could he hand me the crowbar? Cactuar Joe: Being dead, it hardly seems likely. Perhaps Shroedinger could get it for you. Shiroi: or charlie brown. Cactuar Joe: Charlie Brown? Is he the God of Punk? Or does he just know Shroedinger? Shiroi: no, i think he's the god of good greif. Cactuar Joe: That would be the Oh God of Good Grief. Shiroi: like the hangover god, but not so good at kicking footballs. Cactuar Joe: Yep. We also have an Oh God of What the Hell is He Singing and the Oh God of Why Doesn't He Put Some Pants On. Shiroi: and the Oh God of Gouge-ing Your Own Eyes Out With A Fork. Cactuar Joe: Yep. I pray to that one often. |