It now appears that Stephanie J. and Ogg the Caveman are tied again. Since they've been running neck and neck that makes since™ but out of the blue Dumbfounded took the lead and it seems he's done this before in the Chairman Mao game.
Guys,
I'm trying to keep it organic, but I may need to think about adding a poll closing date and a bunch of other stuff if you keep adding to my stress.
30 comments:
How obnoxious.
That said, I don't play to win. I play to amuse myself and because I figure 6 Degrees of Casey Serin is as good a way to get into your heart and/or pants as any. I don't mind sharing the win with Stephanie J, for that matter.
Other things I take more seriously, like MURST!
I agree that playing to amuse oneself is the only way to go Oggy. I hope you don't mind if I call you Oggy...It sounds so much cuter than just plain Ogg.
I don't particularly care. Really.
Casey's story is getting boring,EN is overrun with trolls and I just can't keep up right now (damn looser day job and a small business that's been running rampant for 8 weeks).
Perhaps a better way to run it would be to have a series of awards (e.g. - Most funny, most inventive, most organic, sweetest degrees, and, of course, the looser prize) :)
Maybe Flailing could make some blinkies?
Schnapps, for what it's worth I voted for you. I didn't feel like voting for myself, and yours was the most obscure.
Obscure? You mean "elegant" or "full of synchronicity" :>
I won't be around much this weekend, as I have a good deal of work to do, beer to drink, and stress to work off. There are things happening at my day job beyond my control which is causing me to ramp up the small business work (which I prefer to do for fun).
And the property taxes are due.
With all due respect dear I expected your 6 degrees to suffer from a lack of honor... but it's all fun.
Migraine is much better now and returned from a pleasant swim and was reminded of a real-life Absolutely True Story I would like to present to the trolls at EN (yet it will most likely creep Ogg out even more than usual).
K, many years ago I was hanging out with this extraordinaly fat chick who needed help (and the various folds in her body reminded me of a book I had forgotten to read, but didn't know what else to do with) for reasons I've forgotten. She was always hungry, so I ordered an extra large pizza for her. The delivery was delayed so I had a very long and interesting chat about Russian literature with the pizza delivery guy. We were both quite fond of Crime and Punishment, but the 300lb chick preferred French literature. Anyway, super-aroused by Dostoevsky chat (seriously) the pizza delivery dude fucked me nicely while the 300lb chick was eating the pizza. I knew she really wanted more than an X-tra large pizza so we explored that territory as well. Still wonder whatever happened to that pizza delivery guy....
Akubi, I have only one question: what kind of pizza was it?
I didn't eat any of the pizza, but as I recall it was a complicated combination or we wouldn't have been stuck discussing Russian literature for so long.
Wait, so I'm confused... why was the pizza delivery guy hanging out with you two instead of delivering pizzas?
P.S. I got myself a Google Account! Damn trolls at EN. Not that they'd impersonate me, but eh, what the heck.
NotAnOptimist,
You sure want the dirt and now I have to remember better.
It was very late at night and I believe he was the manager of the pizza delivery guys so he didn't regularly deliver - just chatted about Russian literature when the orders were delayed.
Akubi,
I only want to know more because you intrigue me so. Plus, it's a pretty zany story. =]
Hmm. So that's why people enjoy those bloody long Russian books. As for creeping me out, no. I just mentally edit out the 300 lb chick, and the story works just fine for me.
I was ready to call bullshit until you said that he was the manager. I did my tour of duty in pizza, and anyone other than the manager who took the time to chat you up on the phone like that would've been fed into the rotary grater by the guy who was supposed to be making your complicated pizza.
Ogg,
A caveman who knows pizza? Whoa! And here I thought you were all with the hunting and gathering shtick. Ah, the stereotypes we make.
NotAnOptimist,
Yes, it is pretty zany. Thankfully, one is only 19 once.
Ogg,
Editing out the 300lb chick ruins the whole story. Why else would I be ordering an extra large pizza in the middle of the night?
The other amusing element was that the pizza delivery manager guy was pretty freaked out by the issue as well, but once I provided him with enough post-structuralist mumbo jumbo he decided it was an intellectual pursuit.
@ Akubi:
Editing out the 300lb chick ruins the whole story.
I beg to differ.
Why else would I be ordering an extra large pizza in the middle of the night?
Oh, right. I keep forgetting that not everyone majored in computer science. In certain circles, things like ordering an extra large pizza and a 2 liter of Mountain Dew in the middle of the night are not only commonplace but necessary.
Now you've got me reminiscing. I thought that pizza job was pretty lousy at the time, but it's the sort of thing that everyone ought to do at that point in their life, for a variety of reasons. Youth is wasted on the young, don't you think?
On that note, I think I'll take a cold shower and go to bed.
Well this sucks. I delivered pizza for five years and I never got to nail a single deliveree. All I got were crackheads, aggravating teenagers, and old men with alzheimer's. I feel like I have been lied to by the porn industry and the Akubi industry.
Damn, I have a ton of work to catch up on, but I will provide additional details once I've dealt with this pile of W-2 looser stuff. Perhaps I should start another blog for these Absolutely True stories (if it's available, ZillowBook perhaps?). They're fun to remember and I have plenty of others to tell;). Maintenance of the 6 Degrees of Casey Serin game is enough of a challenge though...
Perhaps I should start another blog for these Absolutely True stories
Perhaps. "Dear Blog about a blog about a blog about a blog, I never thought I'd be writing one of these letters..." just doesn't have the right ring to it.
OK, here is the future home those Amazing Absolutely True stories: Zillow Book
Perhaps I'll click on that link later.
I think it would be wise to wait until I’m home from my looser W-2 to continue with this Zillow Book thread, but I have remembered additional details surrounding the pizza delivery guy/300 lb girl event.
K, brief follow while the hot tub is warming up for a nice swim and such.
Murst,
Having spent too many years dealing with extra large Canadian bacon pizza Mountain Dew consuming guys at work and shit (but I still love my Oggy baby), I understand the perspective, yet if you guys were in fact involved in the pizza delivery business, it is atypical for two 19 year old girls to order an extra large pizza in the middle of the night (unless one was extraordinarly hungry); however, I was so drunk and bored and puzzled it seemed as good as any other idea at hand - particularly given the the fact I wasn't quite sure what else to do with the 300 lb chick so it was a fun experimental concept - generally willing to try anything once if it doesn't involve long term damage. Life is so boring otherwise.
The guy was indeed the manager of the pizza place, btw.
Kind of tired, but back and want my Oggy caveman guy.
You have a hot tub? No fair. I don't even have a pond with koi and stuff.
I got in 11 hours of much-needed massive focused action last night. It was great -- very nearly the highlight of my week.
Oggy,
If it was a non-Casey version of "much-needed massive focused action last night" I'm super jealous.
As far as hot tubs and pools:
I do have them in my condo world, but they're shared property and dogs aren't given swimming rights; hence the boyfriend I mentioned on last night's EN thread.
Just to be clear, I slept for 11 hours. That's not normal for me, but I needed it. Between a change to my work schedule, my asshole upstairs neighbor, and a rare bout of insomnia the other night I was running a bit behind. My copro-grammer accused me of "acting like a caveman" yesterday, which nearly made me panic until I remembered that he's described grouchy people that way before.
As far as hot tubs and pools:
I do have them in my condo world, but they're shared property and dogs aren't given swimming rights; hence the boyfriend I mentioned on last night's EN thread.
Maybe I'm just slow tonight but I can't see the connection between the boyfriend and your dogs not being able to swim in the hot tub. As for the boyfriend, does he know about me? Is he the jealous type? If so, please remind him that I chuck a mean spear.
So here I am unable to sleep again. I'm not sure if it was the 11 hours last night or if something else is going on, but whatever the cause I'm in that dead tired but wide awake state. Itsallgood though. I can use the time to do various productive things and catch up on EN.
I saw the comment you referred to. All I can say is that you know how to get under a caveman's skin, and I'd gladly replace him if I was there to do it.
Ogg,
I can completely understand that feeling of panic. Unlike me, at least you haven’t provided enough details to be easily identified by observant coworkers.
As far as the hot tub-pool-dog-boyfriend connection:
1. When I swim at night, I like to take a hot tub afterwards
2. Swimming is much more entertaining if it involves playing fetch with one’s dogs IMHO
3. Dogs are not allowed in the condo pool
4. Dogs are allowed in bf’s pool
I’m pleased I’ve managed to get under your skin. Perhaps in the future annals of the Caseyphere there will be a chapter entitled: Cavemen and Pomeranian discover undying lust via IAFF ;).
Oh, I meant "caveman" not "cavemen".
Post a Comment