You asked question, I'm giving answers.
Apr. 6th, 2005 11:04 amSort of, anyway.
Those were the questions, and these are the answers.
spacedye_vest: Pros of picking olives from the tree. Elaborate.
wild_boys: What one essential thing about you should we know?
You're putting me in a very tight spot, here. I have no idea. Like, at all. Maybe, that most of the times I open my mouth and hope for the best? Well, I'm never been exactly the best at expressing my thoughts. Even if this sounds a lot as if I'm justifying myself. Which I probably am. Other than that, I honestly don't know.
sheafrotherdon: Why monkeys? :D
I could tell you the whole - and longwinded - story, involving three headed monkeys, diapers and travels from Island of Scuffles (or Hotchpotches, or Mêlées) to Island of Monkeys, or something...
...or I could just keep it at the fact that monkeys are often and easily distracted by shiny, colored, moving, or simply things, and are curious as hell. Among other things. Which I find quite fitting. :D
_hey_sailor: Can I come live with you? please?
The key is under the doormat, darling. (Honestly, I'm amazed that you're asking at all.)
paddo: Btw... who are you? ** (XDDDD)
A monkey-shaped android coming from the Outer Space. My mission includes but is not limited to check Earth's general conditions and give you all a message of peace, friendship and suchlike. And slash. Never forget the slash.
Those were the questions, and these are the answers.
- It's a metaphor for life. Staying Above is way better than Being Below. (In this specific case, climbing on the tree instead of remaining on the ground. After a while, the arms really start hurting.)
- But, unlike in Life, (Social) Escalate is easier. (Well, it's true. Most branches are low.)
- You can throw olives at the bystanders, and pretend you were just reaping them. Not that this excuse ever worked with me. My fellow coworkers were strangely very biased against me.
- Besides, you have your own olive oil at the end, which is good.
You're putting me in a very tight spot, here. I have no idea. Like, at all. Maybe, that most of the times I open my mouth and hope for the best? Well, I'm never been exactly the best at expressing my thoughts. Even if this sounds a lot as if I'm justifying myself. Which I probably am. Other than that, I honestly don't know.
I could tell you the whole - and longwinded - story, involving three headed monkeys, diapers and travels from Island of Scuffles (or Hotchpotches, or Mêlées) to Island of Monkeys, or something...
...or I could just keep it at the fact that monkeys are often and easily distracted by shiny, colored, moving, or simply things, and are curious as hell. Among other things. Which I find quite fitting. :D
The key is under the doormat, darling. (Honestly, I'm amazed that you're asking at all.)
A monkey-shaped android coming from the Outer Space. My mission includes but is not limited to check Earth's general conditions and give you all a message of peace, friendship and suchlike. And slash. Never forget the slash.
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on 2005-04-06 01:17 pm (UTC)And this means, if you will ever decide to do it too, I would have to think very, very carefully of a suitable retaliation. :D (Don't think this is a threat. It really isn't. Because every time I try to think carefully of something I never come up with good ideas. :P)