shitposting rave 2, electric boogaloo

-impressed whistle in Ford's general direction-

 

Did Clarissa actually say that she thought you were doing whatever this was or did she just complain that it was a common problem?

Also, are you aware that Clarissa is really, really, really, REALLY asexual, and thinks that sex is weird and gross?

That "Flying Ace Clarissa" thing does not just refer to the fact that she thinks she's the Red Baron.

 

I think that's backwards.
The demon's not the reason
he's thinking all this;

here's the new version
of sad thoughts he's had before,
I strongly suspect.

The underlying
problem Norm is dealing with
is his sense of worth.

He keeps seeing proofs
in fairly common failings
that damn him as scum.

Fierce desires and
choking disappointments as
satisfaction fades.

He thinks of himself.
First, foremost, almost solely.
That is who he is.

Others' views of him?
He checks not for their feelings,
but as reflections.

 

Well... no, she didn't. Just that it seemed like I was pressuring him.

And yeah, I did kinda get that impression. She is pretty blatant about that. *laughs* But I'm one to talk, considering what I apparently do in the opposite direction.

@damocles Rumination ... Did you just roast me in verse? Wow...

 

It's haiku.

 

Haiku, verse, whatever. Still impressive. And... insulting...

 

You don't have to say it out loud. Everyone knows what you're thinking. It's painfully obvious.

I have no idea who your bashert is. Probably because it's not someone I've met.


IT'S MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE.

 

Are... you telling me not to fuck the weird blue object?

'Cause I wasn't thinking about fucking the weird blue object. But now, well, measurements... how desperate I am, exactly?

 

I see no insult!
Summary, analysis.
No value judgements.

Everyone agrees:
you're not irredeemable!
You can be better.

And to troubleshoot,
you must learn to roast yourself.
But... productively?

The self-pity stuff,
where you parse everything as
proof that you're awful...

That shit will spiral
into addictive cravings
and regret and shame.

 

@damocles Rumination Well... uh, how do I even do that? Is Ford's mysterious blue object the answer?

 

That is a Dinky Klingon Battle Cruiser from 1977 which came out while I was in school and too broke to buy it. Do not fuck it.

 

[Lyra] -painstakingly writes out a sign that says NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT SEX- -shows it to Norm- -points to Ford's post-

 

Er... okay. Just the way you inserted it in our conversation, well, it wasn't exactly the most clear...

@The Behemoth Crew But he talked about while he was talking to me about sex. And Bill, too. But mostly sex.

 

[Lyra] -facepalms hard enough to reset a small universe-

 

I just opened the box, Norm.

 

I'm not gonna fuck your nerdlord space vessel. Jesus...

 

[Lyra] -signs to Ford- <One track mind with this one>

 

Don't fuck the ship, Norm.
Don't even think about it.
Maybe think of bees?

But a good answer
Would take lots more time and thought
than I can do now.

 

* Thanks!

 

no shit, he lives in my house :)