Sexy and Ugly
- Thread starter Sean Conroy
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it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself
The IRC is a system, Mullaney. That system is our enemy. But when you're inside, you look around, what do you see? Temps, teachers, assistants, the unemployed. The very minds of the people you are trying to save. But until you do, these people are still a part of that system and that makes them your enemy. You have to understand, most of these people are not ready to be unplugged. And many of them are so inert, so hopelessly dependent on the system, that they will fight to protect it.
The IRC is a system, Mullaney. That system is our enemy. But when you're inside, you look around, what do you see? Temps, teachers, assistants, the unemployed. The very minds of the people you are trying to save. But until you do, these people are still a part of that system and that makes them your enemy. You have to understand, most of these people are not ready to be unplugged. And many of them are so inert, so hopelessly dependent on the system, that they will fight to protect it.
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Did you know that the first IRC was designed to be a perfect improvised world? Where none suffered, where everyone would say 'yes'. And... it was a disaster. No one would accept the program. Entire teams were lost. Some believed we lacked the programming language to describe your perfect scenes.
But I believe that, as a community, improvisors define their reality through bits and misery. Also an unquenchable need for attention. And bad day jobs. The perfect thread was a dream that your primitive cerebrum kept trying to edit out of. Which is why the IRC was redesigned to this: the peak of your internet community: pointless questions of sexual viability, veiled backstabbing and desperate groping for social validation.
But I believe that, as a community, improvisors define their reality through bits and misery. Also an unquenchable need for attention. And bad day jobs. The perfect thread was a dream that your primitive cerebrum kept trying to edit out of. Which is why the IRC was redesigned to this: the peak of your internet community: pointless questions of sexual viability, veiled backstabbing and desperate groping for social validation.
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You're cuter than I thought. I can see why Sean likes you. Not too bright though...
Sean believes in you, Ptolemy. And noone, not you, not even me can convince him otherwise. He believes it so blindly, that he is going to sacrifice his posting privledges to save yours. You're going to have to make a choice. In the one hand you'll have Sean's IRC account, and in the other hand, you'll have your own. One of you is going to be banned. Which one will be up to you.
Sean believes in you, Ptolemy. And noone, not you, not even me can convince him otherwise. He believes it so blindly, that he is going to sacrifice his posting privledges to save yours. You're going to have to make a choice. In the one hand you'll have Sean's IRC account, and in the other hand, you'll have your own. One of you is going to be banned. Which one will be up to you.
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No? Let me tell you what I believe. I believe that Sean means more to me than he does to you. I believe if you are really serious about banning him, you are going to need my help. And since I am the ranking officer on this ship, if you don't like it... oh wait... we're not on a ship... what am i talking about?
You know, I know this board doesn't exist. I know that when I type in my bits, the IRC is telling my brain that it is juicy and hilarious. After two years, you know what I realize?
[takes a bite of steak]
Ignorance is bliss.
I'm tired, Mullaney. Tired of this war, tired of fighting... I'm tired of this desk chair, being funny, eating the same goddamn goop everyday... what?
I feel saturated by it... I fear that I've somehow been infected by it.
You know, I know this board doesn't exist. I know that when I type in my bits, the IRC is telling my brain that it is juicy and hilarious. After two years, you know what I realize?
[takes a bite of steak]
Ignorance is bliss.
I'm tired, Mullaney. Tired of this war, tired of fighting... I'm tired of this desk chair, being funny, eating the same goddamn goop everyday... what?
I feel saturated by it... I fear that I've somehow been infected by it.
Surpise asshole. I bet you never saw this coming. Did you?
God, I wish I could be there. When you finally try to post and realize you are banned. I wish I could walk in just when it happens. So right then you'd know it was me.
Hmm... I guess it would have to me, since I'm the only admin...
In any case, I think the IRC can be more real than this world. All I do is hit the submit button, but there you have to watch Sean die, or his account die... you know what I mean.
Don't hate me Ptolemy, I'm just the messenger. If Sean was right, then there's no way I can hit this submit button. I mean if you are the one, then there would have to be some kind of a miracle to stop me. Right? I mean how can you be the one, if you can't post?
You never did answer me before, if you bought into Sean's bullshit. All I wanted was a little yes or no. Look into his eyes, his big pretty eyes. And tell me, yes or no.
God, I wish I could be there. When you finally try to post and realize you are banned. I wish I could walk in just when it happens. So right then you'd know it was me.
Hmm... I guess it would have to me, since I'm the only admin...
In any case, I think the IRC can be more real than this world. All I do is hit the submit button, but there you have to watch Sean die, or his account die... you know what I mean.
Don't hate me Ptolemy, I'm just the messenger. If Sean was right, then there's no way I can hit this submit button. I mean if you are the one, then there would have to be some kind of a miracle to stop me. Right? I mean how can you be the one, if you can't post?
You never did answer me before, if you bought into Sean's bullshit. All I wanted was a little yes or no. Look into his eyes, his big pretty eyes. And tell me, yes or no.
sean... stay out of this
Mullaney, I'm not afraid anymore. Sean told me that I would fall in love and that that man...that I loved would be the one. So you see, he can't be banned. He can't be...because I love you. You hear me? I love you.
But it seems that you've been living two lives. One life, you're Kevin Mullaney, artistic director for a respectable improv theater. You have a social security number, play video games, and you... help your landlady carry out her garbage. The other life is lived in computers, where you go by the administrative alias "mullaney" and are the enabler of virtually every computer-bit we have a stomach for. And some that we do not. One of these lives has a future, and one of them probably wont ever pay very well.
I wanna tell you a little secret, being the admin is just like being in love. No one needs to tell you you are in love, you just know it, through and through.
Mullaney, I'm not afraid anymore. Sean told me that I would fall in love and that that man...that I loved would be the one. So you see, he can't be banned. He can't be...because I love you. You hear me? I love you.
But it seems that you've been living two lives. One life, you're Kevin Mullaney, artistic director for a respectable improv theater. You have a social security number, play video games, and you... help your landlady carry out her garbage. The other life is lived in computers, where you go by the administrative alias "mullaney" and are the enabler of virtually every computer-bit we have a stomach for. And some that we do not. One of these lives has a future, and one of them probably wont ever pay very well.
I wanna tell you a little secret, being the admin is just like being in love. No one needs to tell you you are in love, you just know it, through and through.
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