March 31, 2009
I need to take a nap.
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The problem isn’t writing new things, it is amassing the courage to deal with what I’ve already written. Sometimes I wish I wrote less new things, quite honestly.
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You have nothing to blame but your own incompetence! You should not have tried to do that! Stop faulting society for your own failures! Do not pout at people more capable than you! They can not help your inadequacy! That one has its own problems anyhow. Observe:
This is quite stupid. But we knew that. Yet it helps to reaffirm our knowledge sometimes. Why can’t any of these characters be smart? Why do they all have to be stupid?
Negative! You are not what I wanted! You get less respect than beans. You get less respect than green apples in cartoons. You get less respect than the Anthony Michael Hall season of Saturday Night Live. You get less respect than Disney’s The Black Cauldron. You get less respect than video games without army guys or zombies in them. You get less respect than chickens. You get less respect than Awesome Possum and Socket combined, assuming that low levels of respect are recorded as negative values, thus meaning that to add them together results in a lesser total figure. You get less respect than a Personal WBS Home Page. Posing with a bow tie animal does not at all improve your chances.
NO! YOU DON’T GET TO DO THAT! There’s already a picture of you here! You are not making a shocking entrance! Ha, ha! Vindictive typed laughter! I have beaten you this time! Unless… no! That can’t be right. Something is wrong. You’re trying to distract me from…
Ad-on the Advertising Robot sez:
Greetings, human! Your encoded thought symbols register highly on my mirth sensors! May you continue to function with such optimal efficiency in the future! In the meantime, why not check out the ad oh-so-discreetly hidden in my name-link?
NEMITZ sez:
Meeka ma keeka hineship ko masoss paff! Coizniff zaggok ta kenkope snap greb fozz? Potah hashooshey! Ma felish zap zop zep sniv toke peng. Skrepskrop ta zooley zo za zoo. Fashu ta grimmee fom fem scop. Moy senko tish kar day. Fennick tappick grofe. Namule zo kip som grevuzemp? Grubo floam mon parba zeh!
Moyshee.
Fleeplezeep sez:
Salutations, Robot. I look forward to meeting you on the battlefield. NEMITZ, I will punch you in the nose right here. Obviously, you can’t SPEAK English, but why would you type at me in your silly noises? There is no possible way I could understand that. You are an imbecile that I do not like. I will NEVER meeka your keeka. I don’t know what you’re complaining about, anyway, since there’s no chance you can read.
Fleeplezeep also sez:
The chair goes up, the chair goes down, the NEMITZ is my pal!
The Dentist sez:
I believe that’s MY chair you have there! I’ll see that you spend the rest of your life in a doily factory for such irresponsible use of its pal-making powers, you thieving orange orangutan!
Dr. Zaius sez:
Oh, gumption.
*flees*
Fleeplezeep sez:
Which once again proves, alas, that everybody is afraid of The Dentist. I of course blame Corbin Bernsen.