The Inaugural Stave Off Madness Endurance Challenge
It's quite simple, really. We, as a community, remain calm and focussed for the duration of this thread, and collectively resist the warm and sexy embrace of insanity. If we see that one of us is in trouble, we must work together to restore order. I'll get us started:
This appears to be a photograph and not a hallucination of a chipmunk, but it might not be a real chipmunk, and I wonder if it would pop if it was jettisoned into space.
Wait, let me start again...
Look at th...
It's hard to concen... it's... I think...
Chip! Umm... chip... chipmunk!!, which shouldn't be put into space.
Into my ear Explainosaurus whispered this...
No rules at all here. It's not really a contest in our usual style. Maybe it could be considered a tangential spinoff of the What if thread: What if this thread was a cabin, and we were all locked inside for a very long time, and had to stave off cabin fever to maintain our sanity?
Or, if you like, consider the raging alcoholic who has been handed a bottle of bathtub gin and told not to drink any of it. Is there anything more hilarious than someone suffering with a devastating mental and physical addiction? I say yes, but only if they're sweating and crying too. Insanity is our booze, ladies and gentleman. And, we've just been handed a tall glass of Crazies on the rocks with a twist of Wacky. Am I the only one getting the shakes?
So, let's just try to have a nice, normal conversation here and avoid becoming insane.
Edited by: Old Toby at: 11/16/02 5:41:31 pm
This is the sanest thread I've ever seen. I've never been so proud to be counted amongst the fine men and women of Her Majesty's Starsprinkle Sunburst Galactic Smilesquad.
Yours forever in life and death,
~ Roderick P. Chesterthorpe, Mrs.
Larkham Institute for Troubled Hasbeens
Patient: Toby, O.
Doctor: Pepper, T.M. (PhD, BsC, CEO, OMG, ROTLFJLKAVLNWEO)
Classification: Eyes Only
Conclusion: In my talks with Old Toby over the 3-5 banana period between the Neptune colony terraforming disaster and the Tet offensive, I have concluded that Old Toby is a perfectly sane globulepod and in complete cunt-a-doodle-doo of his own actions. Following my diagnosis I recommend complete and unrestricted DVD release of Old Satchmo from this institution. Institution of Love.
Re: Hats are for the strong.
hat hat hat hat hat hat hat hat hat hat hat hat hat hat cat hat hat hat hat hat hat hat hat hat bat hat hat ha hat hat fat hat hat ha ha ha
Blink in perfect synchronization, and her bikini disappears.
That's not all. Notice how her hands are rock solid, never moving, the complete absence of any sign of foot and limb, her steadiness of cartoon expression, the way the light oscillates off the grass skirt....
Aiyah!
[Postnote To Self : Dude, link it.]
[Postnote To Self : Dude, you link it.]
[Postnote To Self : Dude, too lazy.]
[Postnote To Self : Dude, self-conscious postmodern expressionism of ironic tendencies in a referential model of split consciousness exchange!]
[Postnote To Self : Dude, we totally need this cabin thread thing.]
[Postnote To Self : Dude, you said "thing".]
[Postnote To Self : Dude, which one of us is me again? And isn't it time we wrapped things up with a quick "ROTFLAMAOLOLAMOAL" or some such?]
[Postnote To Self : Dude, self-conscious postmodern indictment of hypocritical creative tendencies within our own social circle!]
A message from Toby to what remains of his sanity:
Oh, shit!!! The pic has changed. I swear, it never used to say "Happy Holidays". That ruins it. What? You don't believe me when I say it's changed? Daddy was right. You'll only break my heart. I was happier before I knew you.
The Inaugural Stave Off Madness Endurance Challenge
Oh Explainosaurus, why did you have to die?
Into my ear Explainosaurus whispered this...
Maneki neko! Whoooo!
Larkham Institute for Troubled Hasbeens
Now is the time at DSoTM when we dance!
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