Smeg, this is weird...

Dwarfer?

 

Cutter of knees-n-legs, maybe?

 

Try 'Borderline Rabid Fan of Red Dwarf'. And if you boys haven't seen it yet, you NEED to go find it. In face, I command you to go to your nearest purveyor of fine DVD-format entertainment and peruse its shelves until you locate this particularly fine specimen.

*makes a mental note to never, ever let her characters speak like that, because fucking OW*

 

Ah... yes I've seen Red Dwarf. Unfortunately my work doesn't carry it

Wouldn't mind seeing that one again

 

Oh god, Red Dwarf fans. I had the strange sensation of almost crying in pain and puking first I watched one... Honestly.

On that note, I think I should get out of the thread before the rabies-infected fanatics start biting at my ankles...

 

Ankles? Xiao strikes me as more of a weakness-exploiter, and you're male. Priorities, and all that.

Fucking ow in-fucking-deed. I commend you in your attempt to spread the word of Red Dwarf, though. By 'the word,' I of course mean the Dwarf-bound expletive which I've come to associate with you.

 

*oh-so-casually elbows DE in the side* Don't mock my height. Seriously. NOT a fucking dwarf. *glares*

 

Fixed.

 

I love this place.

 

*ever-so-casually knees Muro in the groin*

What did I just say?

 

Judging by the course of events, it must have been something about buying a pair of stilts or a ladder, possibly.

 

Or a tall 4wd like that midget I saw at the servo today. I tried not to laugh when they were getting back in, honest.

What made you assume I was male Minous? That i might be, just seemed a little presumptuous...

 

Well Charonte, the face is always the first source of information one can get on a person, creating a strong first impression which is hard to get rid of just like that. In forum terms the avatar acts as the face, and in your case, it suggests that you are either a male or a bitter mid-aged lesbian feminist suffering severe constipation. Of course I don't want to decide for you in this particular matter.

 

Muro said it best, but I tend not to associate weathered, masculine faces with the female persuasion.

 

Or chinese. You can never tell with Chinese.

Anyway, glad we moved on from red dwarf. I think part of the reason I figured it was so painful, apart from generally being shit is that the drama teacher that made us watch it was infact one of those bitter middle-aged in-the-closet lesbians that taught in 'the dark room' as per their own description. That and they were caught making out outside an assembly with all the little kiddies inside. They weren't the attractive sort, either. Her husband, who "doesn't believe in last names" got pretty pissy and stole her baby, apparently.

 

Any form of potential interest or hobby loses all appeal when forced, tenfold when forced by someone far from admirable, or generally likable. Of course, if there was never much hope for it to start with, fucked is the attempted influencer and the product at hand. I may be talking crap. Painkillers.

 

Being forced to watch something can pretty much kill any desire to watch it, much like the hours of Faulty Towers I was forced to endure and which I therefore loathe with every fibre of my being.

I wanted to weep the other day. I was in a bookstore, looking for something remotely readable to tide me over until the latest Pratchett book gets here, and this woman was trying to get her son to buy 'Brisingr', the shit-coloured brick from Paolini. Despite her son's repeated insistance that he hated Eragon and wanted to buy something funny. (Excellent decision on the son's part.)

Anyway, I sort of sauntered over and said, "Your son obviously isn't interested in Paolini's work, how about he tries this instead?" and handed her Guards, Guards! She read the back, he read the back, and a few minutes later that boy was the proud owner of his first Pratchett book.

Nothing makes me happier than seeing a kid with brains to know the difference between good writing and shit-tastic writing.

 

Makes me wonder if my writing is gonna be rated shit-tastic or not. Admittedly, if it gets me some cash I don't really care. I'd be glad to poison the literary world under those circumstances. I'm happy because it's nearly finished, but about as confident as Prufrock. There are always alternatives, and Pratchett is a firm favourite so well done, Xiao. I'll probably read a few books when my writing's done, then read my own and see how bad it is in comparison, or if it's worthy of comparison at all. Likely not.