Meh.
 

Welcome to your new thread. Enjoy.

Meh.
 

Best. Thread title. Ever.

Everything is a cipher and of everything she is the theme.
 

The system of her delusions had been the subject of an elaborate paper in
a scientific monthly, but long before that she and her husband had puzzled
it out for themselves. "Referential mania," Herman Brink had called it. In
these very rare cases the patient imagines that everything happening
around her is a veiled reference to her personality and existence. She
excludes real people from the conspiracy - because she considers herself to
be so much more intelligent than others. Phenomenal nature shadows her
wherever she goes. Clouds in the staring sky transmit to one another, by
means of slow signs, incredibly detailed information regarding her. Her
inmost thoughts are discussed at nightfall, in manual alphabet, by darkly
gesticulating trees. Pebbles or stains or sun flecks form patterns
representing in some awful way messages which she must intercept.
Everything is a cipher and of everything she is the theme. Some of the
spies are detached observers, such are glass surfaces and still pools;
others, such as coats in store windows, are prejudiced witnesses, lynchers
at heart; others again (running water, storms) are hysterical to the point
of insanity, have a distorted opinion of her and grotesquely misinterpret
her actions. She must be always on her guard and devote every minute and
module of life to the decoding of the undulation of things. The very air
she exhales is indexed and filed away. If only the interest she provokes
were limited to her immediate surroundings - but alas it is not! With
distance the torrents of wild scandal increase in volume and volubility.
The silhouettes of her blood corpuscles, magnified a million times, flit
over vast plains; and still farther, great mountains of unbearable
solidity and height sum up in terms of granite and groaning firs the
ultimate truth of her being.

Meh.
 

The amasing thing is, none of those were my socks. I didn't even realise what number we were on. After my last Penske post, I googled something of rl interest and caught a bizarre porn wave, surfed it for ten minutes and then remembered I wasn't supposed to surf porn on my work computer, only to come back and find there had been a K race.

Oh the humanity!

Everything is a cipher and of everything she is the theme.
 

2.

[i] Mon Dieu!!![/i]
 

The unthinkable just happened. Neither penske, nor I, realized there was a K race on.

Everything is a cipher and of everything she is the theme.
 

This lack of white space is so Mmmmmmmmmmmm2004. Did anyone read this?

[i] Mon Dieu!!![/i]
 

And yet we were both on the board sixteen posts before the K and then were both on online for the whole race.

Sad.

Pathetic.

Pathetically sad.

A new low.

[i] Mon Dieu!!![/i]
 

I posted. I switched to email. I read a bunch of email and I came back and POOF! Shifter raced himself. I IMED you to say WHY THE FUCK DIDNT YOU TELL ME THERE WAS A RACE and you replied that you too missed it.

this is like a solar eclipse or something.

[i] Mon Dieu!!![/i]
 

It's like a solar and a lunar eclipse, at once. Is there any irony here?

[i] Mon Dieu!!![/i]
 

To be fair, I had an assist.

Wrong Board
 

If I ever get naming rights to a politics thread again, I plan to name it this:

http://i.a.cnn.net/cnn/2005/POLITICS...delay.hcso.jpg

2. I was telling her about how fast you were at 5ks, and she said the one time you got the money together to pay her fare, you were way quicker than my PR. Congrats.

[i] Mon Dieu!!![/i]
 

The 5000 posts counts are beneath you. That's where Penske and SS play- minor leagues. The real racers are estimating when post 300000 will come up.

Oh, and SS congratulations, I'm sure everyone is impressed.

[i] Mon Dieu!!![/i]
 

I think Everyone was surfing for porn. I am certain Everyone looks forward to SS's next stellar pick.