Oh, cool, I like chatty thingys!

I'm just going to sit in a corner with a book, if anyone would care to join me.

Oh come on, you're such a spoil-sport. What's the point of being in a chatty-thingy if you aren't going to chat?

*pointedly ignores Breeze*

Well, anyway, welcome, Crescent! 

In other randomness, the other day I was reading through various Ranger's Apprentice quotes, and I have some (there actually used to be more, but then I cut it down a bit so you wouldn't get bored) I'd like to share with you:

“...at the time, King Herbert felt that to remain safe, the kingdom needed an effective intelligence force."

"An intelligent force?" said Will.

"Not intelligent. Intelligence. Although it does help if your intelligence force was also intelligent.”  

“How can you stay so calm?"

"It helps if you're terrified.” 

“Ow!" said Horace as the Ranger's fingers probed and poked around the bruise.

"Did that hurt?" Halt asked, and Horace looked at him with exasperation.

"Of course it did," he said sharply. "That's why I said 'ow!'” 

Gundar seemed to come to a decision.

"Well, as my old mam used to say, if it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck and walks like a duck, it's probably a duck."

"Very wise," Halt said. "And what exactly do your mother's words of wisdom have to do with this situation?"

Gundar shrugged. "It looks like a channel. It's the right place for a channel. If I were digging one, this is where I'd dig a channel. So. . ."

"So it's probably the channel?" Selethen said.

Gundar grinned at him. "Either that or it's a duck.”  

What's going to happen when computers are smarter than humans?
 

If you can change the past, would it actually alter the future? 'Cause if you were to go back in time, you wouldn't be "in your past", you would be in your present in someone else's past. You can't go "back to the future" if your past is your future, then your present, then your past. You were never in your personal future, you were in your present within someone else's future. Time travel is really hard to base a plot around.

How come people can hate a particular color, but when that color is in a color scheme, they think the color looks good? 

The holes in swiss cheese are called "eyes" and this bothers me for some reason.

English is a very weird language. 

I wonder if it's weird to eat raw bell peppers with a fork.

Hairless guinea pigs. Why. 

(@Alizarine's italics speaker [forgot your name sorry], is that time travel thing from Endgame?)

Hmm, I think I'll do a history lesson on the yeeting ferretgoat. *clears throat and straightens glasses* So, the yeeting ferretgoat is an endangered species. They live in only two places: my/Soren's head and this hidden cave in Antarctica. They like to yeet, have parties, and eat yellow snow. They drive zambonies.

Why do you put bread and poptarts in a toaster then get toast and a toasted poptart out of a toaster?

Our only purpose of living is to die. Boom. *retreats to corner with book*

Y'all, time is a theory. *drops mic* 

#Yas! Finally a place to release my INNER CREATIVITY!#

{what cree aytv teee}

#ExCUSE me, Empreal, YOU"RE the one who tells the why did the chicken cross the road joke OVER and OVER again!#

{whyy didi deht chkn cros thee rowd}

<OOOO! OOOO! soso heht culd gett tutu thet othr syd!>

{crct!}

#STOP IT YOU ANNOYING LITTE FURBALL OF RAINBOWS#

{wewe awre pgsi, noto pynk flfy uncr dncg onno rayy bbow}

#I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU JUST SAID SPEAK CLEARLY YOU DERPY SLUMBUCKET#

<dont call mymy byfr aaaa sumb!>

#I DIDN'T CALL HIM A SUB OR ANYTHING LIKE IT# 

<Iiii nevr sayd yoou didy!> 

*sighs* 

{uniz!}

#HA HE ADMITTED IT HE'S A UNICORNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYY# 

The only thing is...

my alter-ego is silent. I can’t even imagine my AE talking. It just doesn’t fit.