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ursulav

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Posting weird Elfwood comments is like shooting pre-stunned fish a barrel--there's hardly any sport in it--but every now and then, the sheer combination of non-sequitors amuses me.

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| At Sun Oct 3 01:33:24 2004
| (Name withheld)
| ()
| IP#:(IP withheld)
| Referring to: ursula/howgryphonsaremade.jpg
| "SMELL MY FEET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
| SMACK THAT LIL GUY WITH MY FEET!!
| THEN SMELL MY FEET AGAIN!!!!!!!!!
|
| Great work!
|
| AND STOP CALLING US GRYPHONS!!!!!"
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I have no idea what this means, but I'm just gonna assume they liked it. (Secret #639-B to artistic well-being: If you not sure what they meant, assume they liked it. It's as likely as the alternative, and it makes you happier, since the sheer quantity of incoherent comments on the web could take a mental toll otherwise.)

I also popped open my Deviant art comment thing and got "It reminds me of that movie with David Bowie, Labryinth!" on top, but I'm beginning to resign myself on that front.

breeden
ursulav

(no subject)

Posting weird Elfwood comments is like shooting pre-stunned fish a barrel–there’s hardly any sport in it–but every now and then, the sheer combination of non-sequitors amuses me.

+—————————————- -
| At Sun Oct 3 01:33:24 2004
| (Name withheld)
| ()
| IP#:(IP withheld)
| Referring to: ursula/howgryphonsaremade.jpg
| “SMELL MY FEET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
| SMACK THAT LIL GUY WITH MY FEET!!
| THEN SMELL MY FEET AGAIN!!!!!!!!!
|
| Great work!
|
| AND STOP CALLING US GRYPHONS!!!!!”
+————————————

I have no idea what this means, but I’m just gonna assume they liked it. (Secret #639-B to artistic well-being: If you not sure what they meant, assume they liked it. It’s as likely as the alternative, and it makes you happier, since the sheer quantity of incoherent comments on the web could take a mental toll otherwise.)

I also popped open my Deviant art comment thing and got “It reminds me of that movie with David Bowie, Labryinth!” on top, but I’m beginning to resign myself on that front.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


breeden
ursulav

(no subject)

"Evil Genius" is certainly mind-consuming. I have a vague notion of wanting to paint today, but by the time I lifted my head from building complicated traps and stealing stuff, it was after dinner. Oh, well...

James got the game for me, obviously well aware of my not-all-that-secret megalomaniacal tendencies and desire for minions, plus my love of sim-style games.*

It has a few obnoxious gameplay issues, like the fact that your people in the field can be dying right and left, and you'll never know until you click back to a screen, whereupon you sit through a dozen replays of Death Death and More Death, but it makes up for this in general cheesy 70's charm.

It's calling me right now...



*Except the Sims. Never got into that one. I think I don't like people enough. I am, however, one of approximately pi people who played SimLife until they wore the fingerprints off their hunt-and-peck fingers.

breeden
ursulav

(no subject)

“Evil Genius” is certainly mind-consuming. I have a vague notion of wanting to paint today, but by the time I lifted my head from building complicated traps and stealing stuff, it was after dinner. Oh, well…

James got the game for me, obviously well aware of my not-all-that-secret megalomaniacal tendencies and desire for minions, plus my love of sim-style games.*

It has a few obnoxious gameplay issues, like the fact that your people in the field can be dying right and left, and you’ll never know until you click back to a screen, whereupon you sit through a dozen replays of Death Death and More Death, but it makes up for this in general cheesy 70’s charm.

It’s calling me right now…

*Except the Sims. Never got into that one. I think I don’t like people enough. I am, however, one of approximately pi people who played SimLife until they wore the fingerprints off their hunt-and-peck fingers.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.