The Landfill of the Heapers' Hangout (contains Fossilmaiden's Punnery)

glennmagusharvey

Tachyon said:

If i watch it and it turns out to be, at least in my estimations, utter shite, will that upset you?

i would imagine not because i am not you and my interests are not yours but just asking

probably not, because i'm used to other people thinking that it's shite anyway

well to be fair it's only noimporta who's bothered to do that (and then ponicalica and Alicia bandwagon on it because it's a running joke)

glennmagusharvey

my carryon luggage is half filled with books and papers

and it contains shockingly few clothes

Tachyon

Why is it called Kiddy Grade, anyway?

Anonus

what's supposedly so bad about Kiddy Grade?

Tachyon

i have no idea whether it's good or bad

literally all i know is space ships and Glenn likes it

Calica

Anonus said:

what's supposedly so bad about Kiddy Grade?

I don't actually know anything about it except that GMH likes it and that it has a really dumb name

glennmagusharvey

Tachyon said:

Why is it called Kiddy Grade, anyway?

Supposedly, it's because the main cast look young (which they actually don't, in my opinion, except for two of them, unless you go by their canonically stated ages) and their superpowers are "graded" according to a system with three grades: C-class, S-class, and the legendary G-class.  Those grades are basically derived from copper, silver, and gold.

Really, though, that doesn't have that much plot significance.  At least, in my opinion.

It's about as relevant a name as "Eureka Seven" is to its series -- a character named Eureka (pronounced oddly), and the "Seven Swell" effect, are both prominent fixtures of the series, but there's really no good reason to stick one with the first word of the other -- especially when "Seven" is not an arc word for anything.

glennmagusharvey

Anonus said:

what's supposedly so bad about Kiddy Grade?

I think the usual criticisms are stuff like pacing and plot details/holes etc.

lee4hmz

bay leaves

Not Mary Martin playing Not Peter Pan

glennmagusharvey

what does the fox say?

Calica

what does the (goggle) fox say

Anonus

WREG, WWL and WPRI never got to air 101 Dalmatians: The Series

Anonus

ABC and Young

ABC and LIN

ABC and Media General

glennmagusharvey

Rayne Lindwurm, while on vacation, still has to confront that annoying scenario where everyone seems to be out to annoy her

Princess Alice

Guardsman Payne

glennmagusharvey

Rayne feels slightly peeved at Guardaman Payne for non-specific reasons

glennmagusharvey

Rayne feels somewhat pissed at her sister Celestia for conspecific reasons

Miss Miko Mayonegg

Rayne/Celestia f/f rating:mature yuri incest kissing tentacles nudity age_difference oral_sex tickling pregnancy watersports asphyxiation scat transformation adult_baby petrification

glennmagusharvey

> petrification

fuck you

Tachyon

geez Glenn what did Vriska-the-heaper ever do to you

Salix Babylonika

The Adventures of Starcatcher Ryuko & Her Magic Sword, Senketsu

Princess Alice

Sadism

Salix Babylonika

Letter To The Queen of Centralia, By Callixa The Witch

glennmagusharvey

Tachyon said:

geez Glenn what did Vriska-the-heaper ever do to you

stonres are cold, hard, and unsexy

also, Stones Hold A Grudge

Calica

Magic Jane said:

Letter To The Queen of Centralia, By Callixa The Witch

for a second I thought that was a reference to me but then I remember that Callixa was a character from one of your stories

glennmagusharvey said:

Tachyon said:

geez Glenn what did Vriska-the-heaper ever do to you

stonres are cold, hard, and unsexy

also, Stones Hold A Grudge

Stones Has It

glennmagusharvey

("Stones Hold a Grudge" is the name of a track from Order of Ecclesia)

Klinotaxis

Host <39.59.19.21>








***MESSAGE RECEIVED***

Gheritt White had been floating six feet off the floor for
three weeks.  His feet and hands tingled, and his eyes burned
with the flames of a dying fire.  He had last heard someone
speak to him as the cell door slammed shut. He didn't
remember what the uniformed man had said.  The words had
bounced off the bars of the cell and rang through Gheritt's
ears.  Gheritt had been talking to himself for the last few
minutes, something about getting caught, but then his ears
began to tingle just like his hands.

He looked at his hands, but the fire in his eyes made him
blink.  Tears came, and when he opened his eyes again, his
hands had been melted into fleshy pancakes that wafted in the
ripples flowing over the fire in his eyes.

"Damn cell," he heard someone say.  "Last time I had a good
meal was three days ago.  The food they feed you in here could
kill a lab rat."

Rats.  He had remembered something about rats.  But his ears
began to ring again and the voice speaking to him faded off
into the background of his mind.  In its place, there was a
new sound, the clapping of hands together.  He blinked hard to
made out his hands again.  They had disappeared; his arms
connected at the wrists.

He thought back to the time he went ice skating on a pond.  He
remembered the sound of his skates on ice, a gentle scrapping.
Scrapping away now inside his ears, trying to tear down his
thoughts.  There had been a woman with a white fur tube over her
hands.  Her wrists were like his now.  The wrists of
someone who had tried too many times to clap his hands.  He
had been applauding everyone else in life, but never himself.
The hands, like himself, had been put into prison, and he
didn't know why.

"Can't sleep in here, if the smell of this musty bedroll
doesn't make you sick, then the sound of the rats chewing
inside the walls will keep you up.  You'll wake up from your
dreams to their little chomping.  Sometimes I think that they
are chewing me..."  The voice was coming from inside the cell,
but Gheritt couldn't see anyone.

Gheritt hadn't always been alone, he could vaguely recall from
somewhere inside his broken mind that there had been friends,
lovers, murderers.

He recalled a theory he had come up with after a bloody
schoolhouse brawl.  The theory was simple.  At some point in
time, everyone was a murderer.  Whether or not they ever felt
remorse, they had all wanted someone dead.  Hatred.  Everyone
knew the feeling of hatred.  Gheritt had known hatred on that
schoolyard.  His beater had laughed at their bloody faces, a
laugh which now echoed through his ears, rhythmically blocking
out the other voice in the cell.

The schoolyard was usually a place where Gheritt and his
friends would play football or foursquare or something, but
today, there was an edge.  Maybe everyone had eaten cereal
with milk that was about to go bad, or maybe there was too
much smoke in the air from the wheeling hubcap factory.
Football had been extremely rough.  Gheritt had gone to play
foursquare after he got tackled by five boys who weren't his
friends.  But today, even foursquare had an evil twist.  The
top square today had become habituated to making fun of the
first square.  Gheritt had decided that it was an evil day.
When his beater started to push him around, he exploded.
Hatred flowed from his eyes, his hands and feet began to
tingle.  All of his coordination left him, and his face was
beaten to a bloody mess.  The schoolyard disciplinarian had
been slow to notice the ensuing carnage, and she didn't really
care anyway.

Gheritt would have killed him if he could have.  He would have
torn out the eyes of his beater.  He would have made him pay
for his abuses.  But his hands had begun to tingle.  He
couldn't feel his feet and he had begun to float off the
ground.

Everyone was a murderer, but Gheritt couldn't remember his
reason for why that was so. He thought it was something about
hands, the passion for justice. His hands and feet had begun
to tingle, and he was floating farther off the floor.  He
looked up from his hands, and he saw the bars of the cell,
moving left and right, opening wide and then closing shut
like the surf coming up a beach.  Every time that he thought
he would be safe, the bars crested up, the opening closing,
the wave rising, crashing.  The result would be the same, he
would never escape.  The bars would crush him, break his back.

He could feel the roughness of the sand under his palms, for
all the motion of the waves around him, his hands had come to
rest serenely upon the ocean floor.  His body tossed and
flipped, pivoting about his hands under which he could feel
the safe, coarse sand.  The wave crashed one final time, he
landed upside down, his hands thrown clear from the sandy
bottom, the rush of the water filling his ears, his nose, his
mouth, the sound of crashing water cascading down from his
feet to his head- penetrating his mind to tear down thoughts.
Like the sand castle he had built to withstand the tide, his
thoughts came down around him.

Gheritt had a good life, so much time, so much time.  He had
loved swimming, turning, beating. He had loved the tingle in
his hands and feet, his inability to kill his nemesis.  Once
he had fallen down the stairs, and just for a moment, his
hands came to rest on the carpet of the stairs.  In that
instant, his body had frozen, floating over the stairs, safe
from falling, but the moment didn't last.  The ocean crashed
about him, his hands torn free from the sandy bottom, his body
flipping, falling.

But now he levitated farther up, his hands still tingling.  He
began to float through the bars, he expected the instant of
safety as his hands found footing, but that moment did not
come, the bars squeezed his body.  His chest tingled. As he
fell through his cage, his legs tingled.  The fire in his eyes
had become a cold wind, he blinked away tears.  He tumbled
through the bars, spinning and turning, he could see a man.
In his hand he saw a small white rat.  A pounding, the
crashing waves in his ears became rhythmical, hard.  The man
was beating the rat against the floor.  Pounding, pounding.
Blood covered his hands, the man's hands tingled. He had
broken them on the floor of the cell.  Disciplinarian, lover,
murderer.  Gheritt looked back into the cell.  He saw himself,
disciplinarian, lover, murderer.  He had killed his nemesis.
The rat lay dead in his bloody hands.  At last, he held the
throat of his beater.

He escaped into the waves.

The waves.

***END MESSAGE***

glennmagusharvey

whatever comes to mind

glennmagusharvey

there, i said whatever comes to mind

glennmagusharvey

hee hee hee it's funny because it's a pun

glennmagusharvey

*laughs alone at a party*

glennmagusharvey

John Kerry-out

Tachyon

various obscenities and one hugely inappropriate comment which all present consider to be in poor taste

glennmagusharvey

derwheeeeeeee3eeeeze

glennmagusharvey

pepper ann and salt betty

glennmagusharvey

iy's almaost as if these are dailure eewaa and they are on diaply ror ouclic amusemebg

Tachyon

peppermint patty

glennmagusharvey

longonberry

glennmagusharvey

login berry

glennmagusharvey

login: berry

password: aonomiki

Aliroz

U.S. Government:  Hey people, soo, can I has all the money so as to be such a thing where as the money I have is more than the money I spend because I has all the money?

People:  No, Government. No, because terrible idea.

U.S. Government:  Can I has ten years off?  Been working for over 200 years.

People:  No, because negative consequences.

U.S. Government:  Can I has vote for you and decide your qualifications for being people?

People: No, because obvious reasons.

U.S. Government:  Can I has ability to make laws without having to make sure it's okay with you?  I wanna do things and you're all like, "no, government.  Don't do thing that has real-life consequences for innocent people." and I'm like, "Aw, man.  You never let me have any fun".

People:  No, I has to be okay with laws before they are laws.  Otherwise, collapse of society.  So says the big laws.

U.S. Government:  But you wrote the big laws!  Who gave you authority to do that?

People: I did.  Is inherent right.  By the authority invested in me by me, you are supposed to be by me, for me, and in every way serve me as dictated by me until I need something different.

U.S. Government:  No fair!  I wanna be the wellspring from which stems all right to authority.

People:  No.  You is corrupt and has responsibility to innocent and guilty people that you neglect alla times.  And you has lotsa moneys and influence over my quality of life.

U.S. Government:  Not my fault!  I is expected to be inherently broken and flawed.  Power is expected to corrupt.

People:  Actually, no, moral responsibility for actions, blockhead.

U.S. Government:  But people with influence and moneys!  I like moneys and votes.  I'ma go do whatever the sponsors tells me.

People:  No, that's stupid and unfair.  Also, wrong and corrupt-like.

U.S. Government:  Yeah, well,  peoples with power and influence and moneys is people, too.  Not all peoples is same and part of homogeneous, monolithic blob of NOT GIVING ME ENOUGH MONEY and TELLING ME NOT TO DO THINGS?

People: Yes!  Peoples different!  I is not singular entity.  Wait a minute, that means that *explodes*

Plato:  Dang it, ideal forms were supposed to be beautiful and pure.  

Circle:  Silly thinking being.  There are still more levels of the cave beyond your imaginings.

Plato:  Nobody remembers my other metaphors...

SHIP OF STATE:  Gangway!!!!!!!!

Circle:  I transcend existence, mere hypothetical ship of unreality.  You cannot destroy me by ramming.

Plato:  Well maybe the divided line will pierce your clearly rational circumference!

Circle:  I cannot be destroyed by mere imaginings!  I am eternal, ubiquitous, and equal in area to the square you search for but never find!  

Aliroz:  I have no ideas for how to continue this.  This is stupid.

glennmagusharvey

but the circumference is irrational

Aliroz

Plato didn't like the irrational. 

lee4hmz

southern virgina

glennmagusharvey

east or west?

lee4hmz

right in the middle, i suppose

lee4hmz

when I was in South Hill once, the local cable access mentioned "Southern Virgina" and I had a nice giggle over that. This was back in like 2011.

Princess Alice

Southern Vagina

Tachyon

i have the sneaking suspicion that may have been the joke

Miss Miko Mayonegg