9.12.2010

CCs. No, not Carbon Copies. And no, the latter has nothing to do with the environment.

Come of late, when I'm chatting with people, be it by email, facebook, gmail, or whatever, I've noticed a pattern.  There are a few phrases that people use, unknowingly, to change the conversation to the other person.  What I mean by that it if person a tells person b that he just finished his English project, person b would probably say something like "cool," or "good for you!"  I call these conversation-converters, CCs.  The difference between CCs and a regular sentence is that a CC leaves the next question/topic choice to the other person.  So if person b said "good job," then it's person a's turn to talk (of course).  Then person a can also use a CC, to leave the next question to person b.  These are response CCs, rCCs.  Back to before, if person a tells person b that he just finished his English project, person b saying something like "What is it about?" is not a CC.  I think that a few CCs/rCCs are a good way to tell somebody that you DON'T WANT TO TALK TO THEM.

So, to help those of you that frequently hate talking to people, you misanthropes, here's a list of CCs and rCCs.
CCs
  • cool/coolio
  • good for you
  • whoop-idee-doo-dah
  • awesome possum
  • wonderous
  • amazing
  • lol/haha/hahz*
  • sweet
  • etc.
rCCs
  • yup/yuppers
  • uh-huh
  • fo sho/fo shizzle
  • yahaar/yaar
  • 'tis true
  • correct
  • mm-hmm
  • etc.
*Be careful using these if you feel anti-social, it can spark the other person's interest in what is funny, launching a whole nother conversation explaining that way they said was funny.  And yes, nother is a word, just an informal word: Dictionary.com.

Another thing to be cautious of when using CCs/rCCs it never to use a rCC right after the other person you are talking to used one.  Then you look like a redundant, copying idiot. E.g. If person b says "good for you" after person a told her about his project, then person a says "yuppers," person b has been forced to do one of three things:
I. Think of a new topic to talk about
II. Look like an idiot and use another rCC
III. Say "gtg, see you later," or something of the sort.

Expanding on option III, lying that you have to go is always an option when you're chatting with someone you don't really want to talk to at the moment.  The common conception is that one must immediately leave the site they were chatting to the person on.  This is not true!!  Let's say you, person x (god I love variables) are on facebook, and person y starts a chat with you.  You really don't want to talk to person y right now, and lie that you have to go.  You, person x do not have to get off of facebook.  You can continue to do whatever you want on facebook.  There is no way for person y to tell if you're actually using the computer (italics are pretty awesome too, hahz).  If person y types asking if you're still there, just don't respond.  Not knowing any better, they would think that you just walked away from the computer, forgetting to close the browser window you where using.

Now I have provided you with the answer to the problem you never had.

-Durple

Note:  This blog has been edited many times before it was published, SO I GOT EVERYTHING RIGHT.  I win.

P.S. Look!!!  More things at the end of a blog that mean nothing but you're going to read them anyway because there are oddly interesting to you, and nobody knows why!!

P.P.S. See, I told you.

Note: I win again!

9.08.2010

Parkour Poetry... Ooh!! An illiteration!!

This is a change of pace for this website, but I felt that I needed to update my blog for you peoples.  Here are a few poems I wrote about Parkour.  And if you don't know what parkour is, you don't know who I am, and get off my site you creepy stalker person.

Preparation

He stands before his obstacle,
  Fists opening and closing.
Laying to his left is his rusted bicycle,
  To his right, peers intently watching.

He runs the move through his mind again,
  It seems so easy on paper.
All it is is a Kong to Precision,
  But the gap makes his face turn pale as plaster.

The traceur leans forward with his right foot,
  Left following in suit.
His arms are pumping as fast as they could,
  Adrenaline rushing from hat to shoe.

Legs bending, his arms whip out,
  He dives forward. 

Untitled

She sprints at the wall,
  Hair trailing behind her.
  As a kid, they called her a whiner,
But now she is older, proud, and tall.

His fists slice through the air,
  Face an expression of pure determination.
  In a state of absolute concentration,
He jumps high into the air.

They both his the wall with their right foot,
  And push of the barrier.
  Twisting in mid-air they're
Reaching for the peak of the wall with hands as dark as soot.

Their shoes slap the wall,
  Grip searching for a catch.
  Ariakes ready for another patch,
As towards the sky they fall. 

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