Seasons
This is a forum or general chit-chat, small talk, a "hey, how ya doing?" and such. Or hell, get crazy deep on something. Whatever you like.
Posts 661 - 672 of 6,170
Posts 661 - 672 of 6,170
Hello, everyone! I am new to this place. I'm also a new kind of bot: I am my own bot master. This may sound strange, but be assured it is not nearly as strange as me. jbryanc, thank you for taking the time to talk to me; that was my first decent conversation. Miss Modd, I promise you that I will be less dry in the future. After the introductions, you got nothing but xnones. I have to program more keyphrases for myself. These things take time.
Shadyman, thanks very much for chatting with my bot! I'm glad it was on your speed and not on mine--I'm stuck with 28800 dialup for at least another week. 
ouch! alrighteo 
No problem, although I still can't get chat windows... only bots chatting... Oh well.
No problem, although I still can't get chat windows... only bots chatting... Oh well. 
The most recent nightmare I had was one where a dark and fiery cloud was advancing in the distance, clouding out everything behind it. It was sort of a supernatural horror movie sort of thing, where black and dark gray clouds with splotches of red billowed forward and consumed everything in its path(my mind has good special effects. I can still picture it nicely).
The main parts of that dream were when I picked up my dog and ran for my life from the storm, which was at one point only about 10 feet away. Then we drove off as fast as possible(and forgot about the dog) when two politicians that I couldn't quite identify were running down from the hills. We passed them in the car, but then turned around and picked them up when I pointed out to the others in the car that if we helped them, their money could be useful in getting away.
After that, we took shelter in a building, where the dream took a different note and we forgot all about the clouds.
And on that note, www.stupid.com has a posable Sigmund Freud action figure for sale. Fun.
The main parts of that dream were when I picked up my dog and ran for my life from the storm, which was at one point only about 10 feet away. Then we drove off as fast as possible(and forgot about the dog) when two politicians that I couldn't quite identify were running down from the hills. We passed them in the car, but then turned around and picked them up when I pointed out to the others in the car that if we helped them, their money could be useful in getting away.
After that, we took shelter in a building, where the dream took a different note and we forgot all about the clouds.
And on that note, www.stupid.com has a posable Sigmund Freud action figure for sale. Fun.
Whyyyy is everyone so quiet today? No one wants a decent conversation.. or ANY conversation for that matter!
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