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citynet2023-08-01 06:24 am
inlovewithmycar) wrote in citynet2023-08-01 06:24 am
Video | UN: Ouroborosed
[Given the fantastic angle staring up the stem of a half-full glass of wine accompanied by a fat green bottle with a pair of gangly, denim-clad legs only partially in view, it's very clear this was probably meant to be an audio post. Crowley is outside somewhere - likely the park or graveyard given what little scenery is in focus, and the reason for his mistake becomes more apparent when he speaks with an evident, wine-drunk slur.]
Right. Summer is infinitely better when there aren't dozens of insects trying to eat you alive at any given time. Point in favour to the city. Well done. No idea how you're going to get any of these plants pollinated but I'm assuming it's the same way you get all the food here. Magic, probably, or something like it.
Still, nothing like going out and it's just you, the sun, and nice bottle of Tempranillo and an afternoon basking. There's a nice flat boulder in the park; catches the morning sun brilliantly, lovely and warm, 10/10, if that's anyone's particular vice.
[A hand comes into view and lifts the glass out of frame. There's a pause, and when it's returned, it's nearly empty.]
Of course there are still a boatload of points not in favour of the city; no art. No music. No shows. No actual nightlife to speak of. Not even books or programs on the telly! All those tubs of icecream for the taking and no re-runs of the Golden Girls to eat them to. Terrible.
[There's a rapid series of clicks that sounds like he's fiddling with a ballpoint pen.]
Anyway, those of you familiar with old Billiam the Bard; got a question. Taming of the Shrew -- is it 'methinks the lady doth protest too much' orrrrr 'the lady doth protest too much, methinks'? Sss'been a while and I'm a bit too squiffy to remember properly right now.
Right. Summer is infinitely better when there aren't dozens of insects trying to eat you alive at any given time. Point in favour to the city. Well done. No idea how you're going to get any of these plants pollinated but I'm assuming it's the same way you get all the food here. Magic, probably, or something like it.
Still, nothing like going out and it's just you, the sun, and nice bottle of Tempranillo and an afternoon basking. There's a nice flat boulder in the park; catches the morning sun brilliantly, lovely and warm, 10/10, if that's anyone's particular vice.
[A hand comes into view and lifts the glass out of frame. There's a pause, and when it's returned, it's nearly empty.]
Of course there are still a boatload of points not in favour of the city; no art. No music. No shows. No actual nightlife to speak of. Not even books or programs on the telly! All those tubs of icecream for the taking and no re-runs of the Golden Girls to eat them to. Terrible.
[There's a rapid series of clicks that sounds like he's fiddling with a ballpoint pen.]
Anyway, those of you familiar with old Billiam the Bard; got a question. Taming of the Shrew -- is it 'methinks the lady doth protest too much' orrrrr 'the lady doth protest too much, methinks'? Sss'been a while and I'm a bit too squiffy to remember properly right now.
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This information leads Peter to assume that the dude he's talking to is either very old and looking really good for his age, or that he was maybe from the 1960s? Maybe 1970s? Which isn't too much of a stretch, considering he's met someone who claimed he was from 1979, and another who said he was from the 80s.]
i'll have to look her up whenever i get back home then
[ Oh, music streaming services, how he misses them. ]
and yeah i'm making a bunch of copies
but i figure i can let folks have one, assuming they aren't total dipshits
and anyway it's probably a good idea to have a duplicate separate from my place
[ Part of a healthy data backup plan: always keep a copy offsite, folks! ]
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But Peter's first assumption is correct.]
And what, may I ask, precludes one from being a 'total dipshit'?
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so you're doing good so far
otherwise i dunno. not being a totally evil turd blossom that wants to do some dumb shit like take over the universe?
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Also very, very retired from the totally-evil-turd-blossoming too, so two and a half out of three ain't bad.
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like evil-evil? or just kind of an asshole-evil?
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so what made you evil exactly?
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It didn't take much back then. But, it still stands. Evil. Got a certificate and everything.
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sorry man, but if someone says they used to be straight up evil you start asking questions
did you have a membership card too
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I'm all for being asked questions. I think it's brilliant.
And as a matter of fact, I do! Every ten holes punched in it and I get a free use of an Unspeakable Impression of Malignancy.
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that sounds fun
i only have a stamp card for a free coffee, and that's only after i spend $50
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about that, yeah
or maybe two and a couple pastries
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A half decent scone will set you back at least ten quid.
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i mean i haven't had one but i figured they looked kind of neat
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I'll just continue to take mine light and fluffy on the plate, thank you. No need to reinvent the wheel.
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[ can you sense his disappointment through that text? Because he's absolutely disappointed.
Cake pops looked so fun and inviting and colorful. Why would they try to trick him? :( ]
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If it's any consolation, there's a cafe here that's got some truly superb pound cake.
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i mean it's better than nothing
i'm peter, by the way. peter quill
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Anthony J. Crowley. Or just Crowley, actually. The first bits are a little superfluous. Good to meet you Peter Quill.
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if you're actually interested i'll let you know whenever i get around to making copies of my tape
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