Nothing to read here! Just stealth PLing post count!

Must ... get ... new ... star

Huzzah! I am first on page 2!!!

PWN!

Of course, this is totally my own thread, but it is still a victory~


-- Peotr


(To the tune of "Onward Christian Soldiers)

"Onward weeeeenis poooosters, posting on these boooooards!
I powerlevel my pooooost count for dancing stars galooooooore"

What is exceptionally creepy about this?

Someone else is viewing my posts!

I think..... Maybe not. Maybe it's just me.

-- Note:

If this is someone from waaaaay, waaaay, waaaay back in the days of DAoC Hoss, well, you knew me as:

Wheet Wonderful, Boy Cleric of Albion!

or even earlier as Umber, druid from Sol Ro / Ayonae Ro. And yes, I'm pathetic, I restarted in EQ, and am now a cleric in Hoss....

-- Peotr

78 - looking good.


I sense that soon, soon, babes will begin to notice me.

Maybe even today at work.

-- Peotr

(not that we have babes where I work)

Trying to figure out if someone else has read my powerleveling thread ....

I am concerned - my plans for shiny stars, world domination, and feminine attention could be spoiled by someone actually viewing these threads.

Mentally, I try to calculate how many times I have viewed these threads or edited these threads, but the only thing that comes to mind is that it would be intensely pathetic and a bit masturbational to have gone back and viewed, let alone edited, anything in a PL thread.

But, I am anal retentive.

Of course, this thread could be considered in an historical context - once I am supreme ruler of the shiny stars, women will want to know when it all happened, where it all started, who put to mojo in the Shhprong House, as it were... And then, THEN, this whole thread will become part of our National Culture.

Yes.

Thats why it's important that this thread remain ... uhh...

-- Peotr

Note: Much editing to do. But first, 100 posts!

Of course, I could also be schizophrenic, or somehow insane, although not psychotic, certainly. Just dillusional. But that doesn't seem likely, and according to the literature I read, I wouldn't know if I was anyway.

Note: Best to just continue as normal.

While posting to this thread I had a great idea - small, miniature fortune cookies would make a really cool breakfast cereal.

FORTUNE FLAKES! Positive thinking from a positive breakfast!

However, I must work out how to keep the tiny fortunes from turning all shitty in milk. That would suck.

-- Originally posted by Seanreisk (thats me)
"Note: Best to just continue as normal."

Profound... The implications that musings in a hidden powerlevel thread could be construed as normal makes me ...

Think deeply...

Now, if this were theBlack Hole, I would have already gone through to the other side.

Must find out if I'm Maximillian, or that little fag V.I.N.CENT.

Back to previous thought (on Fortune Flakes) -

How in the hell does a person convince the general consumer that tiny pieces of paper inside sweet, vanilla-tasting cookie crisps is actually tasty in milk?

They could be ... low fat paper? High in fiber? Made from 100% recycled wood pulp?

Maybe we can make them vitamin enriched...

-- Peotr

Still, there's no getting around that tiny bits of paper in your teeth is going to be fucked up on your toothbrush, thats just not right.

.....


WHO KEEPS READING THIS THREAD????

This is seriously freaking me out.

At work - an ideal time to continue to PL my threadcount.

So far, no babes have come by craving my attention.

Perhaps ... perhaps they do not yet know I am here. Maybe some shiny stars on the door will help.

My boss comes into my office as I PL my post count.

He stands behind me, looking over my shoulder as I type this.

My world is existential - proof that the environment we inhabit eventually conforms to fit the personality of that space.

I hear my boss say, "Tony, what the fuck are you doing?"

Life around me is definitely weird. But full of deep thoughts.

Still no page 3.

All great threads eventually hit page 3. This one could, perhaps, be the greatest of all those.

My boss has left. I have another brief interuption, this time from Chuck, who oversees all of our in-house cabling for telephones and IP.

Chuck is known as "The Fiber Guy". We imagine him as a super-hero.

"Hi - I'm Chuck, the Fiber Guy. Time to lay some cable!"

So funny, on so many levels.


-- Peotr


P.S. Chuck stands behind me, reading over my shoulder, and says, "Tony, what the fuck are you doing?"

Before I can post another PL, Brent stops by. WTF!

Brent is cool, though. I am not a fag, but I am a meterosexual, and so I can say with confidence in my sexuality that Brent, in spite of being horribly cursed with a wussy name, is in truth a babe-magnet. A guy's guy, he is the embodiment of athletic, clean, handsome, funny, and genuinely friendly.

He has a quirky yet powerful taste in clothes. He is physically fit - he can even bust a six-pack.

He has an aura that is a cross between George Clooney and John Goodman.

Women always watch him. Women always ask about him. We have a running joke about how long it takes a new female employee to ask, whether directly or in any roundabout fashion, if he is married.

I hate him. Mostly because he has THE POWER, and yet, at the tender age of 27, he has been happily married for *9 years*.


-- Peotr

Gratuitous bump while working.

Well... Sort of working. Mostly working.