IRC logs of #nevermore approx. 11:30PM - 5:00AM Dec. 28-29 2003

[PlatypusJesus]

I swear that I am no longer like that. Honestly. I'm so embarrassed. What was I thinking? Was I really that stupid? No, certainly not. I remember being rational and intelligent.

 

[Lies and Perfidy]

Man, whatever, I was awesome back then. Just not as awesome as I am now.

...okay so the whining about my girlfriend sucked. But otherwise, I was awesome.

 

[PlatypusJesus]

You weren't bad at all, Reuben, but look at my language. Look at it. It's atrocious.

 

[Lies and Perfidy]

Eh whatever. We were seventeen. If you're seventeen and you're not an asshole you're not living.

BTW Opeth still sucks, two and a half years later.

 

[PlatypusJesus]

XD I don't know. Ghost Reveries is pretty kickass awesome. What started bothering me about Opeth is that I was able to predict their formula and knew exactly what was coming next. When I first started listening to them, I was shocked by the harsh juxtaposition of heavy and mellow, but after a while, it began to lose its appeal as it became more predictable. However, I do believe they really reclaimed their surprise factor with Ghost Reveries. I didn't seen many moments coming. It's a very mature, well-grounded album, and that is very surprising.

 

[Tee]

I swear that I am no longer like that. Honestly. I'm so embarrassed. What was I thinking? Was I really that stupid? No, certainly not. I remember being rational and intelligent.

 

[Lies and Perfidy]

I've reached the point where I can say that yes, Opeth is very good at what they do, and I respect their musical dedication. I just think that what they do is shit.

 

[PlatypusJesus]

Fair enough. Certainly a stance I'm not prepared to argue against.

 

[Captain Beard]

Where the fuck was I?

 

[PlatypusJesus]

I don't know, but why couldn't you have been there to put a battle axe through my skull to shut my dumbass up?

 

[Captain Beard]

I dunno, I'm as surprised as you are.

 

[PlatypusJesus]

I am more disappointed in you than I am myself.

 

[Captain Beard]

Well I must've been doing something awesome. I'm *always* in IRC at night unless something either cool or extremely gay stops me.

 

[PlatypusJesus]

I'm guessing it had something to do with either goats or farts.

Edit: That's just an assumption based on your personality, of course.

 

[Captain Beard]

There aren't goats anywhere near my house, and I fart on IRC, so neither would have applied.
*Deducts*

I was single at the time, so not sex...

I wasn't in the PT program yet...

I know! I was drinking that night! Silly me.

 

[PlatypusJesus]

Oh, of course! That should have been my first assumption. I'm really losing my touch.

 

[Captain Beard]

it happens. How are things?

 

[PlatypusJesus]

Not bad at all. I'm almost finished with my finals for this semester, and it looks as if I might pull a 4.0 this time. Unfortunately, I have to be moved out the same day as my last final, so it'll be a race to see if I can actually clean up the room and have everything packed in two hours.

 

[Captain Beard]

Maybe. Any girlfriends?

 

[PlatypusJesus]

Tsk tsk. Me? Girlfriends? I've met plenty that I would consider, but I haven't developed a strong enough relationship with them to determine that. So basically what I'm saying is...my sexual frustration is at an all time high.