video; public/unencrypted; he didn't just say what i think he did; did he?; (forward dated)

[a_perfect_end]

Greetings!

[Did somebody order what looks and acts a lot like a greasy, glowing televangelist? Because that's what you've got, beaming and unctuous, and jittering with something suspiciously like nervous energy.]

Things certainly have adjusted around here recently, haven't they? Slap me with a harpoon and call me Ishmael.

...I mean, of course, that I welcome our new organic overlords with open arms.

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[a_perfect_end]

[Oh, hey! He recognizes that ID. Welcome back! I'm so, so sorry]

Wherever the heck we're going in this tub? That's gotta be the Moby at the end of the metaphor.

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[a_shadow]

I don't see how that follows

text; did somebody order a mansplaination

[a_perfect_end]

Okay.[The cursor blinks a bit, until he realizes, hey, he can fix this. Then: ]

When a prolifically bad author and a mental image love each other very, very much, they share a special hug.

Now, during this hug, two things that normally have nothing whatsoever in common--say, love and roses, or vengeance and whales and spaceships- by-extension--are fused together, into one big beautiful lump of purple prose.

...That's how metaphors are born.

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[a_shadow]

...so you just admitted you just liked the sound of it without having any basis for it whatsoever

okay

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[a_perfect_end]

Oh, come on. Did you actually read the--

[Cursor, cursor, cursor...]

Tell me you've seen the movie.

Or. Jaws? At least Jaws.

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[a_shadow]

Jaws? I know that's a classic but it's at least 500 years old.

[ Also, Tex has been a bit busy to watch movies being a military operative her entire existence. ]