h a l f b a k e r yExpensive, difficult, slightly dangerous, not particularly effective... I'm on a roll.
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She saved my main life. I was hand writing my True Death suicide note to the Real World. Thought I'd post it Snail Mail. I was money-broke. I'd used up all my spendable bills, all my drinkable water, eaten all my genuine meat. I had no tangible friends. That's when she walked into my actual room, and
said, hey baby, what's your birth gender?
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you know yama, you said go for it. post something constructive. |
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PLEASE GIVE Waugsqueke STRENGTH |
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I'm totally lost as to the nature of the idea and what exactly it means, and the annos as well. Is this a confession of an attempted suicide, a commentary on the tendency for the net to pull us out of the real world, a Film Noir story, a response to criticism? |
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Hopefully we will never find out |
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Come on guys - give the Admiral a break, and try to suss out what his point is, 'cos it is funny. |
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I get this. Isn't it supposed to leave the listener confused & with horrible images in the mind when AH starts talking to them about his(/her) birth gender? Like Natural Father, or Real Time. |
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Along the lines of Use Bizarre Metaphors then. But more subtle. |
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So the 'idea' is: "Every noun should be preceded by an adjective"? |
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All too late I guessed what was going on. Realising that I was a pawn in a complicated game of pastry and bones. With my meagre influence I tried to tip the scales to the good but at best I could acheive deadlock... (+) |
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With the help of my faithful friend Anubis, I clambered over the pile of fishbones and jumped on the scales. With a creaky groan they tipped slowly to the positive. |
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There we go, people are starting to give the lad their primary votes. |
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After all, after his encounter with UnaBubba, the sun does indeed shine out of his rear ass. |
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Reading the title, I thought that it meant emphasising text in such a way as to clarify sinister intent in otherwise ambiguous sentences - a Bond Villain typeface, or some other such contrivance. |
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"Yes, Mister Secret Agent, my assistant will... <sinister> take care of you</sinister>." |
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Adding, "Mwah-ha-ha-ha!!!" to the end of a sentence has much the same effect. |
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Idea and a test run in one. Seems to me Admiral Hackbar has very successfully beweirded the straights. |
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OK then. Here as it seems to me (and whimsickle, if I may?) is the idea: When you say something like, 'they have given him their primary votes,' you beg the question, 'Whaddaya mean, PRIMARY? You mean some people have TWO?' this is the 'beweirding'. Likewise with 'main life', 'true death'... in fact all the examples AH has given. Which is like Bizarre Metaphors in that it wrongfoots the listener, but I don't think it's a wannabe because, well, it's different and it does actually mean something. |
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Seems to me this idea is a perfectly good one, if somewhat elliptical. Well done Admiral. |
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[GW] As opposed to necessary tautology - or am I being pedantically redundant? |
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Stanley, you're not gonna really make him drink that are you? wooaoaooaaAAAA Stan the MAAAN! Ok it's on the house. You kill me man, you kill me. |
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There is something really familiar about this. I wish I knew what it was. |
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I've racked my meat-brain to try to remember why this thought-concept seems familiar. I'm sure I've book read this kinda communication talk somewhere else before. |
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Sod it - I'm going to walk-travel to the genuine pub and down some gluggable beer. (+), though not quite sure why. |
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why would your girlfriend ever ask you what your 'birth-gender' (sex) is? You just wanted to use that line didn't you? |
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Go to King's Corner in Patpong. There you can ask your girlfriend her birth-gender. |
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will we ever know the birth gender of AH
or how this correct information will be used
by (alleged) walking-in female who saved his true life...?? |
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I was straight and beweirded before I ever read this! Bizarre metaphors were funny but I'm with Rod's Tiger on this one – it’s just about adding redundant adjectives. The overall effect is certainly confusing but does not seem sinister to me. Perhaps try: "I secretly watched as she unwillingly disrobed" where "secretly" and "unwillingly" add a sinister tone to an otherwise simple phrase. |
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perhaps he means adding adjectives which become redundant... otherwise he is doing it also. |
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No, he means adding what might on the surface appear to be redundant adjectives, but which actually imply something more sinister is going on behind the scenes. For example, saying that I might enjoy making myself an edible lunch, might suggest that I occasionally make poisonous ones.
e.g. a "true death suicide note to the real world" suggests that their might be another fake suicide note lying around somewhere, or that the suicide is unlikely to occur in some other world that the writer has access to.
Likewise, 'genuine' meat suggests he might have a large quantity of fake meat out back. Specifying 'tangible' friends, suggests that he might have some non-tangible ones, and so on. |
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Perhaps the idea should be entitled 'Sinister Redundancy', or 'Sinister Specificity' which might be more exact. |
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This is great. I'm left wondering what I did with my secondary lives, And how to fake-kill myself outside of the Real World (I'm thinking it should be incredibly spectacular, just so all my intangible friends can talk about it endlessly when I'm gone from there), and what my death-gender will be. On the other hand, I have a big pile of unspendable bills already since the euro was introduced, and Quorn exists. |
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