May 13th, 2005
|10:34 am - The whites of their eyes. . .|
Today is officially a strange day. Some good, some bad, some that's just confusing.
But I have a weapon against anyone's paradigm. I just don't want to trot it out until I'm ready to fire.
Current Mood: disappointed
Current Music: "Tampico Trauma", -JB
It'll be a while. It's a pretty dirty weapon, depending on how it's used.
I'll have to work some in, obviously. Make it even dirtier :)
|Date:||May 13th, 2005 05:01 pm (UTC)|| |
I have a weapon against anyone's paradigm
What do you have against anyone's paradigm?
What did anyone's paradigm ever do to you?
|Date:||May 13th, 2005 05:06 pm (UTC)|| |
Re: paradigmatic aggressiveness
I recently met a spoilsport, and they taught me a thing or two :)
*runs around screaming*
It is a paradigm of extra-ordinary magnitude!
Could you aim it that the Financial Aide office? They need a few things shifted around over there....
Would that weapon be Crypticism?
Nah, I guess that's more of a shield, or a pen to let crazy things like me run around and make up our own endings in, safely removed from the actual truth but too entertained to mind.
Now, as for weapons, I wonder what would inspire that anyway. Or what would threaten mine... if I even knew what it was.
Hmm, upon introspection I'd have to admit that my current paragidm is somewhat like jello. It's translucent enough to see through, but tinted with a semi-impossible colour, and if you lean close enough to smell it without getting it up your nose it's mildly pleasant. It's sweet but a little bit bitter, with the occasional shockingly tart bite, but no matter what you do the flavour you keep on eating it because the texture is intriguing. No way to describe it exactly, except with words like "wiggly" and "globbery," and if you attempt to do so people try to shut you up with cake.
When it bumps into something new and strange it either jiggles and remains unperturbed or jiggles and absorbs it and then becomes even weirder. When people turn their backs on it, they suspect it might be creeping closer, but when they are hungry for it it is almost nowhere to be found.
Occasionally, it fractures, but instead of becoming smaller it multiplies. In hot sun it melts, and runs into borderline paradigms (like the nearby lime-and-coconut pudding.) It can be cut into cookie-cutter shapes like something solid, but as soon as they are touched the truth is revealed -- once a gelatin, always a gelatin, shaped like a dog or no.
I conclude, therefore, that the worst thing you probably do to it would be to sit on it. Not only would that get it all over the place and reduce it's flexible powers, but it would also unfortunately leave your buttocks green and your underwear damp.
You wouldn't do that to me, though, right?
Think of all the joyful wrestling that goes on in my paradigm every day!
I have to say, that's the best comment on my LJ in a long, long time.
Wow. That says a lot about your LJ. But...
I am honoured.
PS, this is what happens when I pop onto the computer after a long and brain-frying evening.
Ehehe, the things I say when I am half-asleep... :x!