>Ross: Jaw with your bro

paranormalDirigible[PD] began pestering archimedesPotager[AP]
PD: Hey, you're online.
AP: I am?
PD: Not so common, that.
AP:Should get off before I fall off the line.
PD: That gonna happen?
PD: Hey, you're online! Find a library that'd let you in?
AP:Yes. But only if I would burn my coats.
PD: Damn shame. Good thing it's august, you've got another chance to pick one up, right?
AP: Could always add another to my collection.
PD: Yeah. Coat bonfire, right there in the middle of the park.
AP: Something in green I'm thinking.
PD: Olive green, moss green, or swewer green?
AP: What?
AP: Are you insisting I burned my coat?
PD: Wait, you didin't
AP: This coat is like a son to me...
AP: We've been through so much.
AP: Sorry I...Need a moment.
PD: When you're done, I found that thing I wanted toshow you.
PD: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1JIa5r5nkE
PD: It's not like this, right?
PD: He's joking, right?
AP: Yes.
PD: oh thank god.
AP: I don't drink.
PD: Good onya.
AP: Shall I thrill you with my tales of dodging throwing stars and finding the secrets of making pigs feet from talking dogs?
PD: Sure, why not?
AP: As I stood before the Washington Monument.
AP: My beloved can-opener in hand.
AP: As I look up into the stormy skies, I stare into the eyes of my life long enemy.
PD: Class Warfare?
AP: Nixon.
AP: He stole my love from me.
PD: Mmmn. Yes.
AP: And for that that he will pay.
PD: He shall rue the day!
AP: No.
PD: No?
AP: I just threw a shoe at him.
PD: Oh.
AP: He fell off.
PD: Fell off what?
AP: The monument.
PD: Oh.
PD: Damn, quite the fall.
AP: And from his broken body I retreived my love.
AP: My bar of bit-o-honey.
AP: And his coat.
PD: Sweet, Nixon's coat.
AP: I'm not leaving that.
PD: Hell no man.
AP: The things beautiful.
AP: Vintage, too.
AP: Bit of blood on it.
  PA: It'll wash out.
  DP: decades later?
AP: Just give it a bit of spit and alcohol.
  DP: Mmn.
AP: Right as rain.
PD: So. Seriously. Where are you, and is it somewhere I can fax you a sandvitch?
AP: As much as I love pulp paninis. No.
AP: I am at a coffee shop.
PD: Nice, nice. It's got internet kiosks?
AP: No...
PD: Sooo....you' jacked another laptop?
AP: No, the internet decided to try to escape my grasp.
AP: So I cased it down the street and corned it in an alley.
PD: Shitty wireless is a conspiracy.
AP: By that I mean, I'm outside of the Starbocks.
PD: Gotcha.
AP: I wonder if their trash has today's paper...?
PD: Look for a job?
AP: No, want to check if there's a show tonight.
PD: ah.
PD: So....you're gonna try and play that Sims game with us?
PD: the thing PP sent us all?
AP: Ah, that one.
AP: Never got a description.
PD: It's like, some kind multiplayer building and puzzles thing? Some indie eastern european thing.
AP: Any other detail?
PD: Dunno, lemme look at that readme he sent.
PD: I guess if everyone's online, we could get started?
AP: I believe that is how it works.
AP: You all have to b on the train to leave the station.
AP: Oi, the train is about to leave, you there mate?
PD: Unless you've got a private helicopter and it catches up with train.
PD: Fucking illuminati.
PD: And your shitty novels.
AP: What novels would these be?
AP: I could use some enlightenment.
PD: Ehh....it's drugs, sex, and rock-and-roll 'englightenment'. Sci-fi novels from the 70's.
PD: The stuff on Discordianism is pretty good though. Hail Eris, etc.
AP: So it's about chemistry?
PD: It's about secret societies.
AP: What? Like the Cult of the One Eyed Badger Which Clucks Like A Dog?
PD: ......yes.
AP: Ah.
AP: Nice folks.
PD: Maybe. Do they control the stock market?
  DP: No...
PD: Probably not so much like them, then.
  But they do have large control over the poultry in a small farming community.
AP: and grazing livestock.
  Mm. Imagine that, but on a much larger scale?
PD: Throughout history?
AP: I have difficultly imagining a world without eggs.
PD: The analogy may not carry though.
PD: So. Er.
AP: Yes...What would the people of Israel falsely worship in the deserts?
AP: A cactus?
AP: Someones left sandal?
PD: It's all tribal gods.
AP: A tribal god's left sandal then.
PD: Always has been. Always will be. Some of them just get updated and upgraded.
PD: If you can claim a rock that fell from the sky is a tribal god's left sandal?
PD: BAM, Mecca.
PD: Everybody circle round.
AP: ...And it turns out that rock was dropped by a helicopter.
PD: See? What did I tell you? Cargo cults and conspiracies. People with money and technology and secrets trying to stay in power.
PD: Cargo cults are pretty crazy. You know anything about 'em?
AP: Meet a few once.
AP: nice people.
AP: I mean, when they're not strapping you to a stone table and covering you with goat's blood.
  DP: I guess that's one way to make the magic planes full of suplies and american soldiers come back
AP: What?
AP: No, they were just trying to get the crops to grow.
PD: Oh, that's not a cargo cult then.
PD: these are the ones where people reconstruct airstrips.
PD: on pacific south seas islans.
PD: To make the planes come back.
AP: I believe I stumbled onto one of those once.
PD: Happens anywhere you get a more 'primitive' people that interacted with high-tech people who are now gone. Imitate what the white rich dudes did as best you can and hope all the magic shiny comes back.
PD: The places you've been, I could buy it.
AP: They started worshipping me as an idol since I looked and smelled like a supply crate that's been in a airship for three months.
PD: Haha, and then?
AP: I promised them I teach them the secret of harnessing the skies to reap it's bounty of food.
PD: Very nice.
AP: I brought them out into a wide clearing.
AP: Made the village stand well back.
AP: Turned away.
AP: And ran until my bloody legs fell off.
PD: Nice to be in civilzation, then. Fewer cultists?
AP: Depends on the cult.
  True. Like Scientology
AP: And pop rock.
PD: Ah.
PD: Yes
AP: Ever been to a Justin Bieber concert?
PD: I am shuddering and recoiling at the very thought.
AP: I am sad to say that I have only been to one.
AP: Though I dare say my aim of projectile footwear has improved ten-hold.
palebraPaletot[PP] began pestering archimedesPotager[AP] and paranormalDirigible[PD]
  PP: Hey, I'm starting up a memo. Get in here.
palebraPaletot[PP] sent a memo invitation to archimedesPotager[AP] and paranormalDirigible[PD]
palebraPaletot[PP] ceased pestering archimedesPotager[AP] and paranormalDirigible[PD]
DP: Good to know. Let's see what PP wants.
AP: Agreed.