I’m suffering mental whiplash here, cuz, see the bizarro version of me would be…uh, Thorstein Veblen: a grumpy dead guy (ok, he was grumpy while he was alive; sheesh); saw fit to live as an isolated misogynist, mulling over economic theory for entertainment and probably eating cold mutton leftovers.
Don’t know if he was blonde, but he was probably short–and didn’t bathe often.
::shudders, then sneezes::
'Scuse me, I need to take my Nyquil and retire. The mental discombobulation is taking a toll.
[non-bizarro me] Homer, that was actually really funny! [/non-bizarro me]
Bizarro evilbeth: I am a tall, hideously non-cute, thoroughly optimistic, always cheerful Fundamentalist Christian Republican with a soft spot for stupid people. I would just as soon run over a dog as stop. I am a caffeine-free, fat-free vegan with a love for anything patchoulli scented. I have a PhD in astrophysics and I can’t be bothered with remembering bits of trivia or movie quotes. I think that watching movies is a complete waste of time and enjoy listening to Neil Young and Lenny Kravitz. I find the internet to be a massive waste of time and can’t be bothered to use it unless absolutely necessary.
<bizarro warp=on>
I am very introverted, I don’t fit in or make friends quickly.
I don’t just come out and speak my mind so that way I don’t have to apologize when I put my foot in my mouth.
Beer tastes terrible, but I like diet coke and southern comfort. This is my favorite drink whilst out with my boyfriend, who luckily, is also gay.
I never got flamed by ValerieBlaise or Alphagene, in fact we’re all best friends and I am dumber than both of them put together.
I don’t listen to any music because it all sucks and I don’t know any jokes. I never say anything cool or funny, and I am shitty flamer because of that. I don’t use any big words, and no one ever has to say “What?” during the course of a conversation with me.
I shave my face clean with peanut butter.
And cheese dip.
I am short and skinny and I never have been in a fight and I have never seen the inside of a dojo or a gym, and I never played any sports.
Oh yeah, and I put “Chnoon” at the end of every post. Everyone here hates me.
It may be because I am so serious all the time and never sacastic.
Reall I don’t have to post here, obviously I am the most well known poster around. I know everything about computers and I work in the middle of the day. I am also OpalCtas favorite.
I think politicians have a special set of rights that entitles them to take whatever they need from you to support their own causes, and to make you live your life the way they think you should.
I got thrown out of the convent—no, it wasn’t the fact that I was smokin’ weed and listening to rap in my cell; it was that I fell madly in love with Bizarro-Jeannie, and they don’t like lesbos in the convent! Well, they don’t like lesbos who go OUTSIDE the convent, rather.
So B-Jeannie and I are now hand-in-hand at our NRA and PETA meetings, and we’re off to sew some sheets for the next Klan rally, too!
Also, I feel obliged to point out that they key to crime survival is to not resist. Violent criminals deep down have a loving and compassionate core that will view your passiveness with calming reassurance and then they will never consider harming you.
Another issue, in a sword duel always lead with a thrust. It is practically impossible to block and counter and will easily overcome any foe.
I am also really impressed with the quality of video games lately. Game makers seem to be developing a knack for making the bugs, lack of gameplay and realism (where appropriate) integrate seamlessly into the entire game. Clearly, there is no room for my company on the market against such excellence.
Punching concrete hurts and I highly recommend that nobody try it.
The Spirit of Osu! is for insecure pansies. Why push ahead when you can just relax and let the world come to you. Everybody knows that if you watch the world go by without taking action, sooner or later good things will happen to you and you’ll live a life of bliss.
Hands down, the funniest thing I have read on the SDMB to date.
“My Accountz Reeceevable Posse don’t call me Tha Troubleshoota for nothin’. Suckas think I be chillin’, but I gots to represent at all times, 'cuz ain’t nobody else reeceeve accountz right but ME.” --Herbert Kornfeld