The DGE appreciation thread

[rekane]

God, he was a good guy. Doesn't he look... lifelike??

It is important that a loved one looks like they are merely in repose.

 

[DeepGreenEyes]

That wasn't the alphabet song he was singing. I heard it, he was saying, in a sing song voice, "Out, out damn spot. Out, I say."

It was coffee. He did nothing but spill coffee on himself.

Really.

My memory works in mysterious ways and search cooperated for once:

Name brand candy huh?

It scares me that you recalled this. See? He supported local businesses. Always. When it was on the way or close by. And reasonably priced.

O. M. G.

the gig is up DGE

(still laughing)

I have a hankering for a bag of razors.

Despite the occasional bit of snarkery and/or smartassery in this thread, I have to admit that DGE has been a quiet bit of background support for me the past few months that has really helped me keep my spirits up. Even if he does continue with that whole "green" thing, which, given my years as an Army dependent, makes *me* want to turn green and hurl sometimes.

ETA: The AVs have never done much for me, though, for some reason... unless you want to include making me green with envy over youth and fitness.

I am certain that, wherever he is, he was only returning the support that certain paddle-av-ers had shown to him.

He told me recently that both his youth, and his fitness, had been desperate to escape the basement where he had them confined. They spent most of their hours clawing and howling, driven to splinter the door and race away together, over rolling 3 a.m. hills, muddy feet drumming, spittledrops landing on winter twigs, beneath a waning copper moon.

It is important that a loved one looks like they are merely in repose.

Is this a quote from "Bernie"????

 

[Scentofawoman]

I heard he secretly craves fries all the time!

 

[kiwi_submissive]

He made an amazing AV Quality Control Technician. That must have been a borring job for the poor guy.

 

[DeepGreenEyes]

He hated fries, because they were high in fat, salt and carbs. Hated hated hated. Especially the sweet potato ones, with ketchup. He sure hated those.

He made an amazing AV Quality Control Technician. That must have been a borring job for the poor guy.

That's the thing I loved about him: he was always willing to make that kind of sacrifice. To say, like, okay, I may not like photos of naked women in avs, but it isn't about me. It's about the quality of the av. Right? About the whole organism, and not its parts, and what not, and so on and so forth, and what have you, etc. etc. et al.

 

[FloggingMolly]

He was the best alt son ever

 

[IrisAlthea]

It scares me that you recalled this. See? He supported local businesses. Always. When it was on the way or close by. And reasonably priced.

Yeah sorry, weird brain syndrome.
I usually shut up about remembering what people wrote or said ages ago but this was too good to let go.

 

[Curious_in_Cali]

He never double dipped. Ever. That's a damn lie.

You can think what you want of course, ambassadude, but my Source is pretty gosh darn reliable. OK, sometimes maybe not, but this time there was some spit and a pinky swear involved. True story.

Which brings up a question on all of our minds... Whatever happened to that double dippin DEEGE, anyways? Did he choke on a carrot at a party or something?

 

[BiBunny]

You can think what you want of course, ambassadude, but my Source is pretty gosh darn reliable. OK, sometimes maybe not, but this time there was some spit and a pinky swear involved. True story.

Which brings up a question on all of our minds... Whatever happened to that double dippin DEEGE, anyways? Did he choke on a carrot at a party or something?

He's not dead; he just went home.

 

[satindesire]

He was a pretty rockin' dude. And he sent me nice PMs sometimes.

 

[DeepGreenEyes]

He was the best alt son ever

He talked about you fondly. I think he largely credited you with those winning valentines you made for the WHOLE CLASS in third grade. The superheroes, with Wonder Woman saying, for instance, "I'll lasso you, valentine!" proved a hit with James Brockton and the his friends, and made DGE a cool kid for a week.

Yeah sorry, weird brain syndrome.
I usually shut up about remembering what people wrote or said ages ago but this was too good to let go.

Will you send me emails and remind me to do all the mountains of random crap that overwhelm me and cause me to do things like ask my boss about the next step in projects about which she has already given me directives? And also, sleep?

You can think what you want of course, ambassadude, but my Source is pretty gosh darn reliable. OK, sometimes maybe not, but this time there was some spit and a pinky swear involved. True story.

Which brings up a question on all of our minds... Whatever happened to that double dippin DEEGE, anyways? Did he choke on a carrot at a party or something?

Show me the security footage.

He's not dead; he just went home.

This is likely.

"You're a young man! You oughta learn to relax and take some joy in your work."

These are wise words at any age.

He was a pretty rockin' dude. And he sent me nice PMs sometimes.

He did? Fuck. He never PMd me. He was, above all, the world's worst PM-returner. Just sad. He would mean to, and before he knew it, with all the puppies he was saving, and the red cross work, and work on mapmodels of the human brain, it would be weeks later, and these kind and good people would have been ignored. For that he was sad, and hopes they understand that he had many fine qualities, but being civil and well-mannered was not one of them.

He was embarrassed by this as he drifted off to sleep at night, and it tormented him from the dreamworld.

 

[intothewoods]

This thread is very Being John Malkovich.

 

[satindesire]

This thread is very Being John Malkovich.

NOOOOooo-...! THAT SCENE...IT HAUNTS THE MIIIIND!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lIpev8JXJHQ

Now I must inflict it's creepiness on you all for great revenge!

 

[IrisAlthea]

He's not dead; he just went home.

Great, now I'm wiping smoothie from the lap top.

Will you send me emails and remind me to do all the mountains of random crap that overwhelm me and cause me to do things like ask my boss about the next step in projects about which she has already given me directives? And also, sleep?

Sorry, doesn't work for random crap. I have mountains like that too and it's really hard to find good tour guides.

As for bosses, it's usually not a good thing to remember that they've already given you conflicting directives on that project three times and almost never a good idea to tell them.

 

[intothewoods]

NOOOOooo-...! THAT SCENE...IT HAUNTS THE MIIIIND!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lIpev8JXJHQ

Now I must inflict it's creepiness on you all for great revenge!

Hee - I love that part actually.

 

[midwestyankee]

NOOOOooo-...! THAT SCENE...IT HAUNTS THE MIIIIND!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lIpev8JXJHQ

Now I must inflict it's creepiness on you all for great revenge!

Thank you very much...NOT. Now I'm going to have to expend vast stores of personal energy to keep myself from popping that movie into the player and using up a large chunk of what is supposed to be a productive afternoon.

I once thought about trying to emulate DGE but after some thought I realized the danger: it would take so much exercise to get that body that I was sure my wife would figure I'd gone all American Beauty and was trying to impress a 17 year old cheerleader. Thought better of it and had some french fries.

 

[Loverskitten]

Thank you very much...NOT. Now I'm going to have to expend vast stores of personal energy to keep myself from popping that movie into the player and using up a large chunk of what is supposed to be a productive afternoon.

I once thought about trying to emulate DGE but after some thought I realized the danger: it would take so much exercise to get that body that I was sure my wife would figure I'd gone all American Beauty and was trying to impress a 17 year old cheerleader. Thought better of it and had some french fries.

Thank you very much...NOT. Now I want French fries.

 

[midwestyankee]

Thank you very much...NOT. Now I want French fries.

Ask, and you shall receive.

What's more, I guarantee that these particular French fries have fewer calories per pixel than any of those other fast-food imitations you may have tried before.

 

[Velvet Bubbles]

... He did? Fuck. He never PMd me. He was, above all, the world's worst PM-returner. Just sad. ...

Seriously. How was he supposed to return PMs when his inbox was full every time someone tried to send him a message?

 

[Keroin]

I think the question on everyone's mind is: Why hasn't BLoved posted on here yet?

DGE, did the reconciliation fail?

 

[satindesire]

Some high quality frenchfry porn on this thread.

I want to contribute!

 

[midwestyankee]

Some high quality frenchfry porn on this thread.

Had enough or still horny for French fries? There's more where that came from. I have a whole stash of French fry pron.

 

[DeepGreenEyes]

This thread is very Being John Malkovich.

One time I found a small door behind my filing cabinet that led into DGE's brain. It was filled with cranial matter, and old copies of Smithsonian. He read magazines like that: middlebrow, yes, but ones that made him a more enlightened person, in a way. Someone you could talk to at a cookout and say, man: That guy knows a little bit about the Aztecs' major cities, that's for sure!

NOOOOooo-...! THAT SCENE...IT HAUNTS THE MIIIIND!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lIpev8JXJHQ

Now I must inflict it's creepiness on you all for great revenge!

I think, he would say that we all have to see our "faces" on the bodies of everyone we meet: from the waiters at a trendy bistro, to the member of the opposite (or same) sex with whom we are sharing bodily fluids. In seeing "our faces" on "their" bodies, we become more ourselves, and develop a deep, deep empathy, and come even harder.

Great, now I'm wiping smoothie from the lap top.


Sorry, doesn't work for random crap. I have mountains like that too and it's really hard to find good tour guides.

As for bosses, it's usually not a good thing to remember that they've already given you conflicting directives on that project three times and almost never a good idea to tell them.

I appreciate that. I am going to do all three conflicting directives from now on, and leave a trail of befuddlement. Like, more than usual.

Thank you very much...NOT. Now I'm going to have to expend vast stores of personal energy to keep myself from popping that movie into the player and using up a large chunk of what is supposed to be a productive afternoon.

I once thought about trying to emulate DGE but after some thought I realized the danger: it would take so much exercise to get that body that I was sure my wife would figure I'd gone all American Beauty and was trying to impress a 17 year old cheerleader. Thought better of it and had some french fries.

It's not about exercise. It's about directing the french fries to form themselves into molten steel.

God, that paper bag scene was beautiful. I think of that scene maybe once a week. It keeps me grounded and everything.

Seriously. How was he supposed to return PMs when his inbox was full every time someone tried to send him a message?

He was an ass, pure and simple. A goddamn ass and I don't care who knows it, but that might be the nitrates talking this morning.

I think the question on everyone's mind is: Why hasn't BLoved posted on here yet?

DGE, did the reconciliation fail?

DGE told me that he'd tried, many times. He'd reached out to Him. Instagrammed the fuck out of all those pics they took together that night in Memphis. He filtered some, in a loving way, particularly the old pizza boxes piled on the bed, the same ratty, rotgut-stained bed where DGE had offered his submission to BLoved beneath the cooing flickers of flourescence. He was blocked.

One day, last summer, he drove to BLoved's house, drank a potent cocktail of Red Bull, cheap wine and regret, and chained his naked, greased body to this old tetherball pole (right- who has a tetherball pole??), and pledged to never leave until they reunited.

BLoved was noncommital, until the cops arrived.

This is mostly hearsay.

You may have a goblin infestation of a most dire sort. Check your keys for invisible paint, your house plants for bite marks, and your closets for inexplicable rotten cheese reekage.

Feed the goblins sporadically, show them an ounce of understanding, a pinch of kinship, learn to withhold respect without developing contempt, and they strangely turn into these insatiable little minions, just dying to earn your favor; and one more cookie.



Maybe you can employ those goblins to chase down DGE's youth and fitness for you, the better to blackmail him with later; at least that's what you'll tell the goblins. You have to convince them it's a task of the most vile and underhanded sort if you want their full enthusiasm.

I found some DVDs of Grimm in his stuff. I have been watching. Could this be the key??

I am going to take it seriously.

 

[Curious_in_Cali]

Show me the security footage.
.

You mean this?

 

[DeepGreenEyes]

You mean this?

"Footage."

Heh.

Nicely done.

That's what DGE would say.