[Dorothy]

We are saving those. Pie?

[barend]

sure... i'll have 3.14 slices.

[Dorothy]

Good. Everyone needs pie. It's good for you.

[SithAvenger]

I want pie! Where can I get pie? Tell me!

And I also want pizza ice cream!

[Dorothy]

At the store. And you can make some, it'd be pretty gross, though.

Edit: the pizza ice cream would be gross. I am not insulting your pie making abilities. I'm sure you make very good pie. Unless you don't. In which case, I won't have any.

This post has been edited by Dorothy: 15 August 2005 - 07:02 PM

[SithAvenger]

You need to taste pizza ice cream. However, I didn't get any pie.

And also I want a squirrel cereal!

[Dorothy]

Oooooh, I hate those squirrels...My sister's dog eats them. I drew a picture of him eating one once...squirrels...bah.

[SithAvenger]

Well, I also want a Brain Burger with extra cheese.

However, I still want that bloody pie!

[Dorothy]

They have some very nice pies at your local market... sometimes.

I can make monkey brains...but not into a burger.

[SithAvenger]

Not into a burger? Well, I'll go to McMeaties then.

[Zatoichi]

Dorothy, I have seen three different avatars for you already, it is craziness I say.

Well then. My name is Zatoichi. I live in upstate NY, in the Schuylerville/Saratoga/Wilton/Gansevoort area (It's weird, I know). I am 18 years old, still live with my parents, and go to college at Hudson Valley CC. My girlfriend and I have been together for over a year. For now, I work at the Dunkin Donuts in Wilton.

I love to read (esp. web comics of late), play videogames and paintball, watching movies, and am currently working on a campaign for D&D (FR). I tend to ramble a lot . I currently attend the Saratoga Episcopal Church as an alter server (Don't actually consider myself Episcopalian though). I do all right in school, but could do better.

The area I live in is pretty WASPy and enjoy chances to hold conversations with people of different backgrounds. My free time is usually next to nothing between school and work.

[Zatoichi]

Just read all of the food thingies. Pie making is an art in my family. None of my relatives have ever served a bad pie. I also happen to be the biggest consumers of pie that I know. Mmm... pie. Um is anyone else getting hungry?

[SithAvenger]

I was hungry, but after eating pizza ice cream, squirrel cereal, brain burger with extra cheese and pie, I want to throw up.

[barend]

a table spoon of codliver-oil would have the same final effect...

[Slade]

Born in north Siberia in the final quarter of the last century of an illegitimate love affair of a Hispanic noblewoman and a French Canadian doctor, the man now known as Slade was left in swaddling clothes in a poorly sheltered cave during a snow storm while his parents recovered from their gambling problems. He was near death when he was found and raised by a pack of wolves and taught to speak their language. He was soon named "He Who Runs on the Moon and Thinks too Much." Due to his jumping in the water at the reflection of the moon and philosophical nature. During his time with the wolves, he learned to respect nature, wear the furs of his dead brothers slain in battle to absorb their power, and rip apart deer with his teeth. Once he reached the age of 15 in wolf years, he began to think thoughts of grandeur. Soon, after careful planing, he achieved the first non-violent regime change in the pack and became the Alpha Male. He held the previous Alpha Male in high respect, however, and made him his second in command. He Who Thinks to Much ruled the pack fairly, but with an iron paw, and made sure to only occasionally terrorize the nearby farmers.

But one fateful day he was caught by a Norwegian fishing boat while the pack was on the prowl, looking for fish. The howls of anguish of his pack were no match for the fishermen's rifles, and at the sight of the death of all he held dear, he curled into a ball and whimpered for two weeks, not accepting even the rawest of meat. When he wouldn't learn to fish, or speak Norwegese, the fishermen sold him to the traveling circus. He was beaten until he learned how to juggle six balls with his feet while walking on his front paws, and learned halting English from the one kind soul in the circus, the bearded lady. She understood his predicament, and the two became friends. This didn't last long however, as he was sold to the mob in Belgium when the circus couldn't afford to pay protection money, and was forced to peddle fedoras at the airport. It was there that a group of Hare Krishnas and Salvation Army women had a gang war over that spot of the airport, and He Who Thinks Too Much was caught in the resulting tambourine cross fire.

He awoke in a hospital in France, and first discovered love from his nurse. He made many growling passes at her, and even peed on the door, but she couldn't accept love from one such as he. Dejected, he again went through a brief period of mourning. The nurse, distressed at his strange, sudden, and seemingly unprovoked change in attitude, called the hospital psychiatrist. That man also happened to be the leader of a Tibetan monastery, and seeing Slade, as he was misassumed to be a missing Hare Krishna and therefore named after him, brought him back to his monastery as soon as Slade's tambourine wounds had healed.

The monk had sensed in that strange half-wolf half-man, an innate cynic ability, and knew that were it to get out, could change the world in unpredictable ways. Slade was raised agnostic until the age of six, when the monks, in their infinite wisdom, had ascertained that Slade had learned all he could and must see the world for his own. He was then given a globe and blindfolded, and after spinning it and putting his finger down on New York, was lovingly given a plane ticket by the monks. They had had to sell hot-dogs on the streets for months in order to save up his ticket. Slade was deeply touched by their emotion, and vowed to repay them some day. Soon, he was on an airport, bound for the States. He discovered many strange and wonderful new things such as TV and Dr. Pepper. However, while watching the news, it was then that his cynicism manifested, and he suddenly looked at everything critically, sarcastically, and dwelling on its faults.

When he got to the United States and began school, he was picked on constantly, and began to draw inward in an attempt to not commit suicide or go on a murderous rampage. He discovered an insatiable love for video games while living with his foster parents, who didn't mind when he peed outside on trees instead of the toilet, or that he ate steak raw. He gradually became more human and less wolf, much to his dismay. The kids eventually realized for the most part that what they were doing was wrong and causing Slade irreversible psychological harm, and left him to himself. It was then that Slade discovered rock music, skateboarding, art, and the meaning of life. He spent a few minutes officially finding himself (officially, because he had often contemplated his existence beforehand) and realized he was an agnostic atheist with Buddhist tendencies. Once he discovered the Internet, he quickly began becoming a regular at various humor sites, where he adopted the pseudonym Slade [I've edited my name out from earlier passages.] And then in the beginning of September in the year 2002 by the Roman calendar, his friend Andrew began a blog to write a joint story, which he contributes to. He said that Slade should start his own blog too. Slade shrugged indifferently and began just typing things randomly. Soon, however, his love of reading humor sites became a yearning to start his own, and "So... like, Blog" quickly became something more. An outlet to complain, entertain, create.

Of course, the site died last August, but yeah. That's my story. Oh, and Zatochi: I live outside of Rome NY.

This post has been edited by Slade: 16 August 2005 - 02:23 AM