Breakfast at FAO Shwartz
Pat yourselves all on the back or something. I went away for ten days a while ago and returned to find this site in great order. It took me quite a while to get around to writing this because I lost track of time completely; the days flew by. Despite the fact that I have no idea what the freak is going on these days, we're almost two thirds of the way to the initial petition goal; we're looking forward to a possible Summer Gameplay Festival Yeehaw Funk 2002 or whatever it's called; and above all, we're all seemingly tolerating each other. The only person being noticeably bashed here is Akuma, and while the bashing still bothers me, it's sort of regulation for such extreme ignorance, I guess. Maybe there's nothing I can do. Story time.
While in New York, I saw the Super Buddha chilling in Tiffany and Co. and picking out some lovely ear accessories "for his wife." Having heard of his great wisdom, I asked him if he noticed the sillyness that had been going on at SM.Net. He said he had, so I asked him what his wise solution was. He shifted his eyes and told me to follow him. I agree, and he lead me through a staff door. Right past the security at freaking Tiffany's. We walked through a couple of corridors before being scooped up by the gold electronic flying Hand of Fate. The Hand dropped us off afront a twenty-foot golden double-door with impressive red Japanese Buddha-like writing. There were no handles; the doors just stood there being impressive. Super Buddha held out his hands as if to say, "Well?"; but the doors stood their ground. He then glared as if to say: "Open right now or I'll obliterate you and tell all the doors down at Home Depot what a worthless opponent you are; your reputation in the Afterlife will be ruined, and you'll never be one with anything. What about your dignity? What will your children think?" The door then promptly thrust open, and the Super Buddha led me inside. What I saw then you wouldn't believe.
There were endless hills caked in green grass. The sky was blue, and there was a nice touch of clouds; still, the sun shone bright. It was like that Windows XP background. Super Buddha explained that we were in the executive parking lot of FAO Shwartz. I got all excited and ran around in small defined circles. He told me to stop it, that we were going to go hang out in the Jelly Belly outlet thing and talk this whole "wisdom" thing over. I agreed, and soon we were flying off to the secong floor of the building. Well, he was flying; I was gripping his shoe with one hand to keep from falling.
When we arrived at the outlet, Super Buddha ran up to the blueberry bean container and threw his face inside. He explained that it was the best way to gain full understanding of the wisdom, and he prompted me to do the same as he. I selected watermelon flavor and dove in. I heard the Super Buddha's voice: "Okay. Now... wisdom, right. Um. The first thing you need to understand is that wisdom is like a waffle: though it appears flat and boring, it's really very fluffy and wholesome. Or I guess that's a pancake. My point is, you need to realize that what I'm saying to you right now will make no sense, but eventually, you'll make sense of it yourself." I told him that I understood, so he continued: "You see, when a cassette tape greets a slice of cheese, elephant sing purple. Concrete knows what mops New Zealand wrapper. Ink pen costs luggage of an mummies." I started to feel uncomfortable, so I lifted my head out of the container. Where the Super Buddha was, there was a Sprint cellular phone rattling off incoherent jargon. I walked away feeling cheated.
I took a stroll down the GI Joe hall and something clicked inside of me: it's just some people's tendency to be mean to others. I can't effectively stop it. The best I can do is to ask people to stop arguing and acting like 3rd grade girls. Realizing that I had misjudged the Super Buddha's advice, I ran back to the phone to catch the Supper Buddha leaving ("So you see, monster Betamax toaster mourns for foon job sofa.") "Thank you, Super Buddha," I said, "I understand fully now."
So you see, the best that can be done is to try to tolerate people as much as possible. You must realize for yourself that insulting over the internet someone whom you do not know is stupid, pointless, and that much a waste of Starmen.Net's server space. Hooray for people who understand this and/or don't bother people much at all. Radio sheep knit flower Rainbow Brite.
Pat yourselves all on the back or something. I went away for ten days a while ago and returned to find this site in great order. It took me quite a while to get around to writing this because I lost track of time completely; the days flew by. Despite the fact that I have no idea what the freak is going on these days, we're almost two thirds of the way to the initial petition goal; we're looking forward to a possible Summer Gameplay Festival Yeehaw Funk 2002 or whatever it's called; and above all, we're all seemingly tolerating each other. The only person being noticeably bashed here is Akuma, and while the bashing still bothers me, it's sort of regulation for such extreme ignorance, I guess. Maybe there's nothing I can do. Story time.
While in New York, I saw the Super Buddha chilling in Tiffany and Co. and picking out some lovely ear accessories "for his wife." Having heard of his great wisdom, I asked him if he noticed the sillyness that had been going on at SM.Net. He said he had, so I asked him what his wise solution was. He shifted his eyes and told me to follow him. I agree, and he lead me through a staff door. Right past the security at freaking Tiffany's. We walked through a couple of corridors before being scooped up by the gold electronic flying Hand of Fate. The Hand dropped us off afront a twenty-foot golden double-door with impressive red Japanese Buddha-like writing. There were no handles; the doors just stood there being impressive. Super Buddha held out his hands as if to say, "Well?"; but the doors stood their ground. He then glared as if to say: "Open right now or I'll obliterate you and tell all the doors down at Home Depot what a worthless opponent you are; your reputation in the Afterlife will be ruined, and you'll never be one with anything. What about your dignity? What will your children think?" The door then promptly thrust open, and the Super Buddha led me inside. What I saw then you wouldn't believe.
There were endless hills caked in green grass. The sky was blue, and there was a nice touch of clouds; still, the sun shone bright. It was like that Windows XP background. Super Buddha explained that we were in the executive parking lot of FAO Shwartz. I got all excited and ran around in small defined circles. He told me to stop it, that we were going to go hang out in the Jelly Belly outlet thing and talk this whole "wisdom" thing over. I agreed, and soon we were flying off to the secong floor of the building. Well, he was flying; I was gripping his shoe with one hand to keep from falling.
When we arrived at the outlet, Super Buddha ran up to the blueberry bean container and threw his face inside. He explained that it was the best way to gain full understanding of the wisdom, and he prompted me to do the same as he. I selected watermelon flavor and dove in. I heard the Super Buddha's voice: "Okay. Now... wisdom, right. Um. The first thing you need to understand is that wisdom is like a waffle: though it appears flat and boring, it's really very fluffy and wholesome. Or I guess that's a pancake. My point is, you need to realize that what I'm saying to you right now will make no sense, but eventually, you'll make sense of it yourself." I told him that I understood, so he continued: "You see, when a cassette tape greets a slice of cheese, elephant sing purple. Concrete knows what mops New Zealand wrapper. Ink pen costs luggage of an mummies." I started to feel uncomfortable, so I lifted my head out of the container. Where the Super Buddha was, there was a Sprint cellular phone rattling off incoherent jargon. I walked away feeling cheated.
I took a stroll down the GI Joe hall and something clicked inside of me: it's just some people's tendency to be mean to others. I can't effectively stop it. The best I can do is to ask people to stop arguing and acting like 3rd grade girls. Realizing that I had misjudged the Super Buddha's advice, I ran back to the phone to catch the Supper Buddha leaving ("So you see, monster Betamax toaster mourns for foon job sofa.") "Thank you, Super Buddha," I said, "I understand fully now."
So you see, the best that can be done is to try to tolerate people as much as possible. You must realize for yourself that insulting over the internet someone whom you do not know is stupid, pointless, and that much a waste of Starmen.Net's server space. Hooray for people who understand this and/or don't bother people much at all. Radio sheep knit flower Rainbow Brite.
