RodeoSchro said:

It's only lame because you're capable of so much better.

1. Let's say you're only allowed to read one book this year. And it has to be a book you've already read. What book would it be and why?


2. Americans. Are they annoying or what?


3. Would the org benefit from having at least one conservative moderator in P&R?


4. What's your opinion of the French?


5. What's the lowest brow form of entertainment that you've enjoyed before? Maybe not a guilty pleasure per say, but something you really like despite yourself.

I never found you dour or cunty.

CarrieMpls said:

I only wrote that so people are put off me and I can conserve my energy for surviving the forthcoming apocolypse rather than making friends.

I can't picture you watching GB.. I just can't


1. You're avatar. Why that one?


2. How did you discover the org and the GD forum?


3. Are you going places, just coasting, or digressing? Where are you in life?


4. You must tell me your opinion of the most usless thread in GD outside of this one (if that was indeed your opinion)!!


5. Do U write books?

Number23 said:

On a scale of one to ten, how much do you miss Richard Whiteley?

I'm about a four.

I want my cake ... and to eat it too

every crumb

EVERY bit of it


Mine




is that wrong ?

Mach said:

Sorry to sound like a pretentious rhetorical blowhard with a Sarte obsession and existentialist leanings, but is anything wrong? What's right? What your parents told you? What you learned in books? I can't define a crumb. The hadron collider is trying to get to the truth, I'm just outputting my input with new arrangements.
I think you's share that cake with Hitler, m'self, if you were both languishing in a Mexican jail. Why not? One cake's too big for one person.

Number23 said:

there is no such thing as 'dark matter'. don't let the hadron folks tell you there is.

Imago said:

First of all, it's Billy, not Billie.

1) Nowhere really, no. Is everywhere or anything interesting if you're interested? I'm not a philospoher, I'm an entertainer. I'm not the right person to ask that, I'm a silverfish. Liverpool's the furthest. I dig Scousers, the thieving, feral, paedophile bastards. The only species you can get away with generalising. The Cavern doesn't have a Bunnymen brick though, and that sparked something off in my belly. I had a fair wee drink inside me and wandered into a kebab shop nearby and basically blamed them. Fucking Cilla Black has a brick. Fucking Mel C from the Spice Girls has a brick. Jesus' infinite cunt, even Ringo Starr has a brick. Thankfully they couldn't understand a drunken Glaswegian slur, so just smiled and nodded like I was a smoking monkey. is there anything more profound than a smoking monkey? I like driving fast. It said tear along the dotted line on my licence and that's what I always try and do.

2) Janet Jackson? I'll not dig too deep and just say she's a whore to the shallowest rewards of infamy and the worst excesses of free-market capitalism. Just like all her brothers and sisters, father, mother, great-grandfather...all the way back to the first flash of lighting into that boiling pond. Only monsters are similteniously nurished and repulsed by Ruper Murdoch's wallpaper-paste spunk. It will burn through their bellies but staves off their disgusting hunger for our love and admiration. No intelligence or self-awareness. Certainly not an artist, of what i define as an artist. She and her production team create aural wallpaper for morons. A black and white picture of a monkey smoking a cigarette has more artistic credability than any of her earthworm party chord progrssions, ham-on-the-bone harmonics, her oh-so-wild-and-crazy-and-free-and-audacious-and-daring lyrics, her fat fucking skinny fat skinny fat arse. A demon. They'll look back in 2000 years and wonder why we didn't blast her family into fuckknowswhere in an Ark-like rocket full of our nuclear weapons and newspaper barons. A silver spoon, a child's balloon, eclipses both the sun and moon.

3)


4) I haven't, I just don't post anywhere near as much as I used to. I won't lie and say I'm too busy. Life's too long at 30, even. You cam cram everything great about conciousness into your teenage years. everything else is just repition, disappointment then an infinity or nothingness after the no doubt hideously painful end of your parasite existance. The truth is - the girl I live with thinks I'm as mad as a balloon of nostrils for liking Prince, never mind conversing with other people who like (or have liked) Prince. I don't mid being thought of as mad, but she tells people who tell other people...you get the idea. Chinese whispers, my hairsytle, two and two is eight in Scotland and I'd be burnt out of my home as a paedophile, or worse, a homosexual. I miss a lot of folk though, but like I say, most of my pals are not around anymore or they're just lurking wondering who the fuck everyone is.

5) No alters, I can barely muster the energy to go through to the fridge for another can of lager.

1. What do you do on weekends?


2. What are your closest friends like?


3. Do you actually like the weather in Scottland? Be honest now.


4. What album have you played the most this month?


5. Is Graffiti art?

Michael Bolton x forever

Imago said:

You're the only person to ask me questions, Daniel. I think I've lost the crowd. I'll need to get me cock out to save the show.

Number23 said:

It's not you, it's me. Every 2 months, I make another enemy.

So the support for my threads is dwindling.


OK, it might be you a little but, but it's mostly me.

Imago said:

it's neither of you....

the org becomes a deepening void of nitwits more and more everyday...
it would be easier to just not log on but why do that when I can contribute to the idiocy? I really have nothing better to do...and it allows me to display the judgemental, hypocritical, shitty attitude that I enjoy so much...I'll never be one of those people that thinks they're no better than the next person...after my time spent here, I fully realize, I'm oodles better than two thirds of humanity...

Answer these at your leisure (or not at all if you want), but I'm quite entertained


1. Why is Morrissey not Morrissey?

2. Who's better? Morrissey or Robert Smith?

3. Is MIA an artist or just a hack cunt?

4. Do you do anything outdorsy?

5. You obviously have a small circle of friends as you said. But when you meet somebody new, what instantly turns you on to them or off of them?

Imago said:

1) Because he's still alive. He's the McDonalds of misery. He's been selling that product so long he doesn't even know if it was a projection of some perceived self or was really him anymore. His lyrics these days refelct how hazy and unsure he feels of himself - that's why the product is suffering. He's a businessman, a self promoter who has looked in the mirror so long that he's developed tunnel vision to everything else, like most stars. The Smiths lyrics however, show an incredibly defined and - cynically I'm now sure - fully conceived character who is an obvious magnet for the disaffected, lost and lonely. Getting back to the first sentence in this paragraph, if 'Smiths Morrissey' was a real person, he would have killed himself. No-one's that crestfallen over a bad cup of tea. No-one that amusing when truly miserable. He'd look shit with a cigarette too. I think he's as bad as KFC, worse even, because at least they know they're selling shit. Stephen still thinks he shits Milk Tray, I'm sure.

Imago said:

it's neither of you....

the org becomes a deepening void of nitwits more and more everyday...
...