Parsimonious Chickens Hooooonk!?

[Virgil Showlion]

Virgil, DJ, Optimist (Oopie), Sroo, POM, Captain (Crunch), and Jimmy Jim Bean are sitting round a dinky fuse.

"Can I suck on your nose?" Oopie asks Sroo, whose turn is next.
"Guns," DJ rebukes Oopie angrily. "Gu-gun-gun gun gun-gun gu-gu-gun-gu-gun gun guns."

Everybody bursts out laughing. Jokes about melted hookahs are a crowd favourite.

"I change rhino horns," Jimmy Whatever remarks once the laughter has died down. He still has his ear pressed to the door of his favourite sedan.
"Guns," DJ adds thoughtfully.
"How about you change the dangly bits over your chin?" Crunch asks, letting a sour note creep into her voice. "Nobody poofs poodles like I do."

Oopie looks as though she's about to object, but instead asks Crunch, "Can I suck on your nose?"

Desperate, Jimmy Null Pointer yells out to POM: "Drive!" (POM, sweet POM. No POM but POM. Always POM. Only POM. Precious, sweet, always POM.)

POM guns the engine. The sedan speeds off toward Big Cokie, dragging Jim with it.

"Philosophy!" Jimmy cries. "Trees, interpersonal relationships, but above all, wondrous philosophy!"
"Philosophy, but it's never a chicken's world," Sroo mutters as Jim disappears over the horizon. She's never had the courage to talk chickens with Jimmy while he's stuck to a car. DJ, on the other hand, feels his spirits liven at the day's excitement.
"Gu-gu-guns," he says, and everyone except for Oopie and the dinky fuse nod in agreement.

"Jim Pup sittin' on a toadstool," Sroo says with a bit of a smirk, finally giving into the afternoon's levity.

"Can I suck on your nose?" Oopie asks her again, more urgently, as she only has three attempts left.
"My philosophical nose?"
"Of course." Oopie replies, only slightly offended. "I manually line break all my paragraphs."
"Will there be chickens?"
"Yes," Oopie insists sharply. "I manually line break all my paragraphs." (Where is the POM, the POM, queen of the westlands POM?)

Sroo sighs.

"Suck a duck," she says.

[The Captain]

moon/Laura nnnnn....Virgil's been sniffing the glue again!

[Opti]

I was thinking bad sleep aid or too much alcohol but you never know with Virgil. This sentence intentionally wrapped by computer because apparently its too much for Virgil to handle if I do it. Let us know when the hangover or whatever it is wears off.

[moon/Laura]

That's because it sometimes looks weird when you do it, "oopie".

Beyond that, all I can really day is... What the.... ?

[CarolinaKat]

Apr 15, 2015 9:01:54 GMT -5 @sroo4 said:

Sroo sighs.

"Suck a duck," she says.

I think this sums up what I'm thinking right now 

Is it too much to ask for a translation?

Virgil is drunk... That's about all I can come up with...

[Opti]

Apr 15, 2015 8:54:13 GMT -5 moon/Laura said:

That's because it sometimes looks weird when you do it, "oopie".

Beyond that, all I can really day is... What the.... ?

Its Opti.

[The Captain]

(For those who may not have seen ymam.proboards.com/post/2213806/thread)

I'm 98.9999999999999998% sure Virgil is poking fun at us.

[billisonboard]

Apr 15, 2015 9:12:58 GMT -5 The Captain said:

(For those who may not have seen ymam.proboards.com/post/2213806/thread)

I'm 98.9999999999999998% sure Virgil is poking fun at us.

I think Virgil perceives it as "having fun with". Of course, sometimes his perceptions can be a bit askew.

[moon/Laura]

Apr 15, 2015 9:12:57 GMT -5 Opti said:

Apr 15, 2015 8:54:13 GMT -5 moon/Laura said:

That's because it sometimes looks weird when you do it, "oopie".

Beyond that, all I can really day is... What the.... ?

Its Opti.

Yes, I'm fully aware of that. I was using the goofy name that Virgil put. I put it in quotes to signify I knew it wasn't your normal shortened nic.

Oh eff it.

[The Captain]

Apr 15, 2015 9:19:27 GMT -5 billisonboard said:

Apr 15, 2015 9:12:58 GMT -5 The Captain said:

(For those who may not have seen ymam.proboards.com/post/2213806/thread)

I'm 98.9999999999999998% sure Virgil is poking fun at us.

I think Virgil perceives it as "having fun with". Of course, sometimes his perceptions can be a bit askew.

That would explain why we get along then...no fun being all straight and boring.

[The Captain]

Apr 15, 2015 9:24:42 GMT -5 moon/Laura said:

Apr 15, 2015 9:12:57 GMT -5 Opti said:

Its Opti.

Yes, I'm fully aware of that. I was using the goofy name that Virgil put. I put it in quotes to signify I knew it wasn't your normal shortened nic.

Oh eff it.

Now see, I saw opti's post and the angry smiley face and thought she was making a joke...

maybe I don't get humor after all .

[NancysSummerSip]

When I read Virgil's post, all I could think of were the old "Fractured Fairy Tales" from the Rocky and Bullwinkle cartoon hour. I mean, it sounds like a fairy tale. And Virgil is fractured somewhere in the brain cells. Makes sense.

[Virgil Showlion]

It's an allegory that examines how the factors that unite us as a society can also precipitate situations that drive us apart. Think of it as reflecting on a contemporary social paradox.

I also wanted to remind readers that the mere process of introspection can introduce self-referential biases into our critical analyses of others' motivations and motivational antecedents. Our so-called "reference-free" mindset in analysis leads us to believe we can intuit motivation purely as a function of social context, but we fail to realize that the context itself doesn't exist in a vacuum. Our choice of analysis tools influences our perception of context (particularly, the stratification of scope) and forces us to account for so-called metacontextual factors that would otherwise perturb our mindset away from one that is defensibly reference-free.

Read the allegory with these three considerations in mind and you'll perceive a rich underlying structure. Don't be distracted by the polysemy of the literal antetypes.

[wyouser]

A contemporary Social Paradox? Does that mean snacks will be provided?

[Virgil Showlion]

Apr 15, 2015 10:27:13 GMT -5 wyouser said:

A contemporary Social Paradox? Does that mean snacks will be provided?

Lizard King promised to bring them.

[moon/Laura]

do you ever speak English, Virgil? English that the rest of us can understand without having to re read 10 times first?

[Virgil Showlion]

Apr 15, 2015 10:32:45 GMT -5 moon/Laura said:

do you ever speak English, Virgil? English that the rest of us can understand without having to re read 10 times first?

To be portrayed as a pontificating purveyor of prolix pleonasms. You wound me.

I ask you: Which scenario is more likely? A scenario in which I present a densely-coded allegory to my intellectual peers in the hope of evoking a discussion about contemporary social paradoxes, or a Jim-esque experiment whereby I nonsense into the middle of a message board to indulge in the curious fun of seeing how people react?

It goes without saying that the former scenario is more likely.

Having addressed your skepticism, can we now get back to the issue of contemporary social paradoxes?  I believe you were just about to offer us your viewpoint on that very subject.

[Lizard King]

This reminds me somewhat of M John Harrison.

Avant garde fiction is a devilishly tricky genre. As a thoroughgoing postmodernist, I appreciated the tag that allowed me to experience this.

["The next time I kill you," Scharlach replied, "I promise you the labyrinth that consists of a single straight line that is invisible and endless."]

[Lizard King]

No pro licks like prolixity, Virgil.

[Virgil Showlion]

Apr 15, 2015 11:27:35 GMT -5 Lizard King said:

This reminds me somewhat of M John Harrison.

Avant garde fiction is a devilishly tricky genre. As a thoroughgoing postmodernist, I appreciated the tag that allowed me to experience this.

["The next time I kill you," Scharlach replied, "I promise you the labyrinth that consists of a single straight line that is invisible and endless."]

The man shall be a visionary and a ruler over all heptagons, Morse's ear saith to his lips.

[weltschmerz]

Virgil has way too much time on his hands.....not to mention expired drugs from 1986.

[Virgil Showlion]

Apr 15, 2015 12:50:17 GMT -5 weltschmerz said:

Virgil has way too much time on his hands.....not to mention expired drugs from 1986.

The only drug I'm high on is a love of contemporary social paradoxes.

[Peace Of Mind]

Apr 15, 2015 8:32:26 GMT -5 Virgil Showlion said:

Virgil, DJ, Optimist (Oopie), Sroo, POM, Captain (Crunch), and Jimmy Jim Bean are sitting round a dinky fuse.

"Can I suck on your nose?" Oopie asks Sroo, whose turn is next.
"Guns," DJ rebukes Oopie angrily. "Gu-gun-gun gun gun-gun gu-gu-gun-gu-gun gun guns."

Everybody bursts out laughing. Jokes about melted hookahs are a crowd favourite.

"I change rhino horns," Jimmy Whatever remarks once the laughter has died down. He still has his ear pressed to the door of his favourite sedan.
"Guns," DJ adds thoughtfully.
"How about you change the dangly bits over your chin?" Crunch asks, letting a sour note creep into her voice. "Nobody poofs poodles like I do."

Oopie looks as though she's about to object, but instead asks Crunch, "Can I suck on your nose?"

Desperate, Jimmy Null Pointer yells out to POM: "Drive!" (POM, sweet POM. No POM but POM. Always POM. Only POM. Precious, sweet, always POM.)

POM guns the engine. The sedan speeds off toward Big Cokie, dragging Jim with it.

"Philosophy!" Jimmy cries. "Trees, interpersonal relationships, but above all, wondrous philosophy!"
"Philosophy, but it's never a chicken's world," Sroo mutters as Jim disappears over the horizon. She's never had the courage to talk chickens with Jimmy while he's stuck to a car. DJ, on the other hand, feels his spirits liven at the day's excitement.
"Gu-gu-guns," he says, and everyone except for Oopie and the dinky fuse nod in agreement.

"Jim Pup sittin' on a toadstool," Sroo says with a bit of a smirk, finally giving into the afternoon's levity.

"Can I suck on your nose?" Oopie asks her again, more urgently, as she only has three attempts left.
"My philosophical nose?"
"Of course." Oopie replies, only slightly offended. "I manually line break all my paragraphs."
"Will there be chickens?"
"Yes," Oopie insists sharply. "I manually line break all my paragraphs." (Where is the POM, the POM, queen of the westlands POM?)

Sroo sighs.

"Suck a duck," she says.

Why am I blue?  Is that because I'm a dem or is that short for pomposity?  Or are you crushing on me?   

[Robert not Bobby]

Apr 15, 2015 8:32:26 GMT -5 Virgil Showlion said:

Virgil, DJ, Optimist (Oopie), Sroo, POM, Captain (Crunch), and Jimmy Jim Bean are sitting round a dinky fuse.

"Can I suck on your nose?" Oopie asks Sroo, whose turn is next.
"Guns," DJ rebukes Oopie angrily. "Gu-gun-gun gun gun-gun gu-gu-gun-gu-gun gun guns."

Everybody bursts out laughing. Jokes about melted hookahs are a crowd favourite.

"I change rhino horns," Jimmy Whatever remarks once the laughter has died down. He still has his ear pressed to the door of his favourite sedan.
"Guns," DJ adds thoughtfully.
"How about you change the dangly bits over your chin?" Crunch asks, letting a sour note creep into her voice. "Nobody poofs poodles like I do."

Oopie looks as though she's about to object, but instead asks Crunch, "Can I suck on your nose?"

Desperate, Jimmy Null Pointer yells out to POM: "Drive!" (POM, sweet POM. No POM but POM. Always POM. Only POM. Precious, sweet, always POM.)

POM guns the engine. The sedan speeds off toward Big Cokie, dragging Jim with it.

"Philosophy!" Jimmy cries. "Trees, interpersonal relationships, but above all, wondrous philosophy!"
"Philosophy, but it's never a chicken's world," Sroo mutters as Jim disappears over the horizon. She's never had the courage to talk chickens with Jimmy while he's stuck to a car. DJ, on the other hand, feels his spirits liven at the day's excitement.
"Gu-gu-guns," he says, and everyone except for Oopie and the dinky fuse nod in agreement.

"Jim Pup sittin' on a toadstool," Sroo says with a bit of a smirk, finally giving into the afternoon's levity.

"Can I suck on your nose?" Oopie asks her again, more urgently, as she only has three attempts left.
"My philosophical nose?"
"Of course." Oopie replies, only slightly offended. "I manually line break all my paragraphs."
"Will there be chickens?"
"Yes," Oopie insists sharply. "I manually line break all my paragraphs." (Where is the POM, the POM, queen of the westlands POM?)

Sroo sighs.

"Suck a duck," she says.

Do you folks know your peculiar habits and traits so well...if you do, I salute you and invite me to your next get together. I'm in the northeast so I will need some advance notice...if you don't, your imagination is running strangely wild.

I was about to say put down the pipe...but then again, who am I to judge.