Jericho: A Chat with Max, 3/20/06
Jericho: Laura is making me join MySpace. If I'm joining, so are you, pal.
Max: You could always not do it.
Jericho: And put up with her begging? I can't say no to women, you know this.
You have defenses against this, I was raised by amazons!
Max: Damn shame, that. I can say "no" to both of you.
Jericho: Oh, no, buddy boy. I will make you pay! I can't raise a hand to her, but you I know how to abuse very well!
One strip-ogram to the tune of "Coppa-Cabana" and you will be begging!
One well placed nude photo of me and you will rip out your own eyes.
Then, I'll get creative!!!
Max: You'll have to find a way to hack into my online study guides.
That is about all I see these days outside of work.
Jericho: What? You don't think I can manage that? You think I'm impotent?
Alright! Fine. You got me. Impotent as a Bobbit!
Please!
Just join so she'll leave me alone!!
Who knows. I might even be, dare I say, fun.
Max: I don't have any, dare I say, time. Maybe in late April when I finally become a certified looney.
Jericho: What? You don't love me anymore?
Fine. No. Fine. I see how it is.
You can't find five minutes to do this tiny little thing. For me. I see.
Fine.
Good.
I'm not crying because I'm angry. These are tears of understanding!
Max: Hmmm, that clocktower is looking better all the time.
Jericho: Sure. You have time for the clock tower but not me!
Max: I'll dedicate my first kill to you.
Jericho: Time for the clock tower - how ironic!
That's right. Time for your guns and bullets and "assassinations" - but nothing for me.
Max: That's it. I'm voting for the removal of the word "ironic" from the language. No one knows what it means anymore.
Jericho: What? That wasn't irony? I thought that was wonderful irony? "time" "clock" - what?
Max: That would be the opposite of irony.
Jericho: You were giving time to the clock - that's not ironic?
Max: Irony is using a word but meaning the opposite. Like calling a big guy "Tiny".
Jericho: Then what was I dodin?
dodin = doing
Max: Being odd?
Jericho: Oh. Well. Sure I was.
Then, I have been trying too hard when it comes to irony. Shesh! Much easier than I thought ...
Max: "Irony" has become a word people use when they don't know what word to use.
Jericho: I try not to use it at all, just for that reason. I thought I had nailed it for once. Silly, stupid me.
Max: It's okay. You may be an inbred, drooling affront to nature, but you are MY inbred, drooling affront to nature.
Jericho: http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=ironic
Interesting bit there under "Usage Note"
I only drool in my sleep!
Max: Yeah, that about sums it up.
Jericho: Okay, so, there has got to be a word for what I was doing - because it was pretty cool!
Max: There probably is. Check your copy of Elements of Style.
Jericho: Yeeeeeeeeah. I'll just dig that right up.
Max: Okay.
Jericho: What I love is that they couldn't get a full panel of experts to agree on this word's usage, only a majority.
Max: What? Unanimity has nothing to do with fact.
Jericho: If you put four artists and a color wheel at a table and asked the artists to point at "blue" - I'm betting none of them would be pointing at the orange.
If so, then I would have that one tested for drugs.
Max: But if that one did point to orange, would that weaken you confidence in the three that pointed to blue?
Jericho: Maybe a little. What does the whack know that the others don't? Is conventional wisdom wrong in this case?
Max: So, forget what they vote was and look to the facts.
Jericho: What facts? 100 experts sit down and only 75 of them agree. That's a fact?
Language is a protocol - you're studying those now, right?
If one device speaks cobol and one speaks BASIC - they can't communicate until they agree on a common protocol.
In language, we all have to agree what the words mean or else the words are meaningless.
Max: And how is any of that affected by the vote count?
Jericho: 25% of the supposed expert don't agree on what the word means. I'd call that significant.
Funny, I'm agreeing with you and you're fighting me on it.
Max: You're married. You should be used to it.
Jericho: Right. I forgot.
Let's just go have sex.
Max: If you are saying the "experts" are dips, yes, I agree. I just don't see it as any more relavant than the other 90% of the anglophone world who don't know what "irony" is.
Jericho: Right. Let's abandon the freaking word - no one knows what it means.
Max: Amen, sister.
Jericho: You realize that I am going to be forced to post this chat to IWDC. This is totally classic "us" ...
Max: Feel free-ish.
Jericho: Ish?
Am I editing something out of here?
Max: Dunno. Are you? I have enough trouble keeping track of what I am doing.
Jericho: Oh. No. I thought it stood well on it's own. But if you are troubled, I'm here for you my child ...
Max: I am troubled, but twenty years of you has not exactly helped.
Jericho: I thought I had a calming effect on you. Like a wind swept ocen coated in crude oil.
ocen = ocean
Max: You certainly are crude and slick. But you are more like a fireman who filled the wrong tank when he stopped at the gas station.
Jericho: Ah! Good one.
That would be one HELL of an expensive mistake these days!
Max: Yeah, but imagine the footage on the news.
Jericho: Fireman with a flame thrower quickly followed by exploding fire truck. That's good teevee!
I think there should be more flame throwing on teevee.
Max: You might want to check out Braniac on G4. It pretends to be a science show but is mainly about blowing shit up.
Jericho: G4 is now doing a Mythbusters rip-off?
That network needs to find an audience or give it up.
Max: No. Braniac is not quite a Mythbuster type show.
Their "science" is even thinner. Sometimes they don't even bother coming up with a reason other than flame throwers and high explosives are fun for all.
Jericho: Well, okay. That I can live with.
Max: Once, they had an "experiment" to find out if you would get a better workout riding a stationary bike for a period of time or staring at a woman's breast for that same period.
Jericho: Okay, now I see where their audience lives, in my shorts!
Max: Good Lord! How do they breath in there?
Jericho: My penis is actually the business end of my internal HVAC system.
Max: Chilling
Jericho: Or heating, depends on which way my nipples are tweaked.
Max: Pardon me while I go soak my brain in bleach for a while.
Jericho: I can only produce that three days out of the month. Cast off from my internal peat moss plantation.
Max: I would have thought you would have gone pellet.
Jericho: Um. Okay.
That was the wife on the phone, I have to go now.
Max: Kewl. C ya
Jericho: Buh-bye!
Max: You could always not do it.
Jericho: And put up with her begging? I can't say no to women, you know this.
You have defenses against this, I was raised by amazons!
Max: Damn shame, that. I can say "no" to both of you.
Jericho: Oh, no, buddy boy. I will make you pay! I can't raise a hand to her, but you I know how to abuse very well!
One strip-ogram to the tune of "Coppa-Cabana" and you will be begging!
One well placed nude photo of me and you will rip out your own eyes.
Then, I'll get creative!!!
Max: You'll have to find a way to hack into my online study guides.
That is about all I see these days outside of work.
Jericho: What? You don't think I can manage that? You think I'm impotent?
Alright! Fine. You got me. Impotent as a Bobbit!
Please!
Just join so she'll leave me alone!!
Who knows. I might even be, dare I say, fun.
Max: I don't have any, dare I say, time. Maybe in late April when I finally become a certified looney.
Jericho: What? You don't love me anymore?
Fine. No. Fine. I see how it is.
You can't find five minutes to do this tiny little thing. For me. I see.
Fine.
Good.
I'm not crying because I'm angry. These are tears of understanding!
Max: Hmmm, that clocktower is looking better all the time.
Jericho: Sure. You have time for the clock tower but not me!
Max: I'll dedicate my first kill to you.
Jericho: Time for the clock tower - how ironic!
That's right. Time for your guns and bullets and "assassinations" - but nothing for me.
Max: That's it. I'm voting for the removal of the word "ironic" from the language. No one knows what it means anymore.
Jericho: What? That wasn't irony? I thought that was wonderful irony? "time" "clock" - what?
Max: That would be the opposite of irony.
Jericho: You were giving time to the clock - that's not ironic?
Max: Irony is using a word but meaning the opposite. Like calling a big guy "Tiny".
Jericho: Then what was I dodin?
dodin = doing
Max: Being odd?
Jericho: Oh. Well. Sure I was.
Then, I have been trying too hard when it comes to irony. Shesh! Much easier than I thought ...
Max: "Irony" has become a word people use when they don't know what word to use.
Jericho: I try not to use it at all, just for that reason. I thought I had nailed it for once. Silly, stupid me.
Max: It's okay. You may be an inbred, drooling affront to nature, but you are MY inbred, drooling affront to nature.
Jericho: http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=ironic
Interesting bit there under "Usage Note"
I only drool in my sleep!
Max: Yeah, that about sums it up.
Jericho: Okay, so, there has got to be a word for what I was doing - because it was pretty cool!
Max: There probably is. Check your copy of Elements of Style.
Jericho: Yeeeeeeeeah. I'll just dig that right up.
Max: Okay.
Jericho: What I love is that they couldn't get a full panel of experts to agree on this word's usage, only a majority.
Max: What? Unanimity has nothing to do with fact.
Jericho: If you put four artists and a color wheel at a table and asked the artists to point at "blue" - I'm betting none of them would be pointing at the orange.
If so, then I would have that one tested for drugs.
Max: But if that one did point to orange, would that weaken you confidence in the three that pointed to blue?
Jericho: Maybe a little. What does the whack know that the others don't? Is conventional wisdom wrong in this case?
Max: So, forget what they vote was and look to the facts.
Jericho: What facts? 100 experts sit down and only 75 of them agree. That's a fact?
Language is a protocol - you're studying those now, right?
If one device speaks cobol and one speaks BASIC - they can't communicate until they agree on a common protocol.
In language, we all have to agree what the words mean or else the words are meaningless.
Max: And how is any of that affected by the vote count?
Jericho: 25% of the supposed expert don't agree on what the word means. I'd call that significant.
Funny, I'm agreeing with you and you're fighting me on it.
Max: You're married. You should be used to it.
Jericho: Right. I forgot.
Let's just go have sex.
Max: If you are saying the "experts" are dips, yes, I agree. I just don't see it as any more relavant than the other 90% of the anglophone world who don't know what "irony" is.
Jericho: Right. Let's abandon the freaking word - no one knows what it means.
Max: Amen, sister.
Jericho: You realize that I am going to be forced to post this chat to IWDC. This is totally classic "us" ...
Max: Feel free-ish.
Jericho: Ish?
Am I editing something out of here?
Max: Dunno. Are you? I have enough trouble keeping track of what I am doing.
Jericho: Oh. No. I thought it stood well on it's own. But if you are troubled, I'm here for you my child ...
Max: I am troubled, but twenty years of you has not exactly helped.
Jericho: I thought I had a calming effect on you. Like a wind swept ocen coated in crude oil.
ocen = ocean
Max: You certainly are crude and slick. But you are more like a fireman who filled the wrong tank when he stopped at the gas station.
Jericho: Ah! Good one.
That would be one HELL of an expensive mistake these days!
Max: Yeah, but imagine the footage on the news.
Jericho: Fireman with a flame thrower quickly followed by exploding fire truck. That's good teevee!
I think there should be more flame throwing on teevee.
Max: You might want to check out Braniac on G4. It pretends to be a science show but is mainly about blowing shit up.
Jericho: G4 is now doing a Mythbusters rip-off?
That network needs to find an audience or give it up.
Max: No. Braniac is not quite a Mythbuster type show.
Their "science" is even thinner. Sometimes they don't even bother coming up with a reason other than flame throwers and high explosives are fun for all.
Jericho: Well, okay. That I can live with.
Max: Once, they had an "experiment" to find out if you would get a better workout riding a stationary bike for a period of time or staring at a woman's breast for that same period.
Jericho: Okay, now I see where their audience lives, in my shorts!
Max: Good Lord! How do they breath in there?
Jericho: My penis is actually the business end of my internal HVAC system.
Max: Chilling
Jericho: Or heating, depends on which way my nipples are tweaked.
Max: Pardon me while I go soak my brain in bleach for a while.
Jericho: I can only produce that three days out of the month. Cast off from my internal peat moss plantation.
Max: I would have thought you would have gone pellet.
Jericho: Um. Okay.
That was the wife on the phone, I have to go now.
Max: Kewl. C ya
Jericho: Buh-bye!
posted by Jericho Brown at 4/04/2006 05:37:00 PM
7 Comments:
Wow. Those two need to be locked up for the world's good.
hehehe. I thought it was great! I was mentioned! :D lol but seriously, it was fun to read. you two are so perfect together. ;)
This was how I thought IWDC would be originally, only longer form. When we started talking about IWDC, I was inspired by the email chains between myself and Max which often looked like this chat. But, instead of covering a few hours of back and forth chat, those chains could cover months and might debate back and forth with huge paragraphs and paragraphs. Usually, one of us would write out a long diatribe in the middle, and the other would answer with something simple like "Sure" or "Duh!"
Well.... you could post the stuff up until the "duh!" point. :-)
I like Laura's idea....except...I was the reason this chat ended...so..as long as I don't get blamed..you two are pretty funny. :)
Ow, my eye!
What did we do to your eye??
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