The Intelligent People's Thread

I never liked first name references. Just throwing it out there, like that brick that went through my ex-girlfriend's window. By accident, heh heh.

And, the thing is; am I critically behind on this whole prog thing? Like, everyone's comparing their Maudlins and Phideauxs, and when I first encountered SR, I was like "what the Fripp is a Phideaux"? And I'm 14 and have a job not, so I don't have money to burn, and I'm not big on illegal downloading. So, I find that i acquire music slowly, quite slowly. There's just so much to get, and so little ways of getting it. Like, for example, I have zero Gentle Giant, no Foxtrot, no Starless and Bible Black, only TAAB and Passion Play from Jethro Tull, the latter in record form and thus not listened to yet, and lots of other things I lack. But hell, I'm 14, I don't think I'd have the Prog Library of Congress. But I'm rambling now.

I do, however, have all Radiohead albums and most PF albums. Favorite bands #2 and 1, respectively


Edited by Neurotarkus - July 30 2009 at 22:06

JJLehto wrote: Well we all enjoy the bull penis. After all, what else separates us from the disgusting masses? And I have seven, fool. Hand made by my personal slaves in Peru. I own 90% of the country ya know.

JJLehto wrote: Well I meant MWH. Although he COULD be Phil Collins and you cant trust him with wine. Yes, my son. What is it?

Man With Hat wrote: Nein. Unless you Scheiße sofas.

He s ed up sofas?

Who likes corn dogs!?!?!?!?!??!

(me!)

Well, I think the socioeconomic status of Southern Indochina is rapidly becoming a cruel joke on the international stage. You see, the sugar trade fell back in 1845, when naval traffic through the Strait of Gibraltar was outlawed by local authorities, forcing the ships to unload their cargo early, thus decreasing shipping efficiency by 45%. Since trade, and thus money flow, slowed due to this, local buildings, such as taverns and hospitals, were shut down due to lack of funds, and this set off a large chain reaction that resulted in the rapid takeover of local industries by American businesses, such as Megacorp's takeover of Fengchao Spice, Inc., and then from the sky, thousands of gliders descended upon the humans, asking for directions to Proxima Centauri. The president of this area, Dr. Ming Chang-Xu gave false directions into a tar pit, thus leading to the demise of the alien forces in 1921. However, current calculations show that 43 years from now, they will come back and destroy all our muffins, because you just don't do that thing to your homies, ya know? So, then Chuck Norris descended from a raincloud and kicked a young maiden named Sally Hilter into a portal, where she went to her true home, the Netherworld Dimension, and he retreated into his ramshackle hut to watch soap operas and occasionally robbing imaginary convenience stores when he runs out of Feeb Jerky (like Beef Jerky, but backwards). So, after this, the President of Northwestern Saharan Russia, Dr. Marvin McChococrunch, interfered in Neil Peart's daily poker game with his five dogs, named Biscuit, Muffin, Fido, Rusty, and, for some reason, Sir Doodles, and Michael Jackson was so angry, he got a pizza slicer and invented an infectious dance, called the Slice Chop. When all the members of the NRA started spontaneously doing the Rhumba, a group of warrior hens from the planet Ch'oktyl-H'geeto rushed through The Wall that Mr. Johnson built to keep young hoodlums like Jack Johnson from stealing his flowers and selling them on Ebay. They quickly dismantled Henry Ford's Dodge Ram pickup truck and used the parts to build a submarine, which they rode to Mars to build a candy factory. Soon, Russian satellites were shooting crowbars at the new moonbase, and this prompted a military response from Peru. The Peruvians sent wave upon wave of  inebriated llamas into a beer factory in southern Colorado. This prompted huge numbers of angry sober rednecks to storm into Peru and tell the Peruvians what signs they may have of being rednecks, until Jeff Foxworthy came riding a dump truck and asked the commander of the llama armada to call off their strikes on the eastern half of the moon. The llamas had no choice but to dig a tunnel from my window to yours, which was filled with toys that small children used to own before the Great War of 1490. Then, the mystical alien fleet, led by a mysterious warrior known as Mike Rogers, swooped into Western Kentucky and stole a sensitive military document, Michelle Obama's explosive shopping list. They then bought groceries and had a few drinks in a local Laundromat. This angered a Bolivian pancake farmer, and soon, entire armies of protesting toilet brushes made their way into your television, and even today they have parties, with lots of Scrabble and jolly classical compositions being played. This is why your TV gets bad reception sometimes. Any questions?

Edited by Neurotarkus - July 31 2009 at 12:00

Well Phil, that is a loaded question. I mean there are so many outside factors to take into consideration. Such as, how quickly are you licking? What is the temperature? Not to mention every single tootsie pop is made differently. Different thickness, shape, etc.
These may be minute details but if we want the PERFECT answer, (and you know we do) there needs to be a lot of time and energy dedicated to this experiment. And even then, I do not think one answer can perfectly satisfy it.

JJLehto wrote: Hey! Does that signature say "Read Anthem"?????????????? I that might be grounds for banishment from this thread

Is Ayn Rand like, banned from these forums?

Vompatti wrote: I find it despicable that none of you has taken into account how rigidly the blind acceptance of the dominant paradigm determines the framework to which we must relate our observations.

Edited by Man With Hat - July 31 2009 at 18:50

JJLehto wrote: She should be!