I’m trying to avoid the look of accusation in your eyes.
You said that before.
It’s still there.
I know … what a little witch I am. But since copping an attitude will solve nothing I started thinking much more constructively … Ignore me. Ignore us. There is nothing intriguing about any of us crazy people who indulge in entertainment and play with computers. We are boring. Enormously boring. Our hairstyles and fashions are boring. Our conversations are not worth listening to—we never have anything to say.
Might I ask what you are doing?
Hmmm? Why would you be curious? I’m not doing anything. I am boring. We are boring. We are boring all over the world. There is no need to pay attention to us. Our religions are boring. We are not interested in yours.
You are up to something and I know what it is. Not bad …
You could have thought of it on your own! Aren’t you being a bit lazy?
Come to think of it, yes. But then, you’re around. Just a clue kid—missionaries may not be fond of this.
It’s impossible to please everyone. I’m visualizing something like Kandor or Brigadoon. What do you think?
I’m laughing. You are so nuts!
Um … Kandor—wouldn’t that be sweet? The Pied Piper dances all of your more intense devotees into a magical mythical kingdom where music, films, fashion models, and the Internet do not inhibit the faithful from focusing solely on your splendor and they live happily ever after ignoring those of us who weren’t privy to their splendid miracle.
I am so amused… You’re serious …
Who is?
Well are you?
Am I what?
Serious?
Who said I was serious? I didn’t.
Then what?
Huh?
I’m trying to avoid the look of accusation in your eyes. You said that before.
It’s still there. I know … what a little witch I am. But since copping an attitude will solve nothing I started thinking much more constructively … Ignore me. Ignore us. There is nothing intriguing about any of us crazy people who indulge in entertainment and play with computers. We are boring. Enormously boring. Our hairstyles and fashions are boring. Our conversations are not worth listening to—we never have anything to say.
Might I ask what you are doing? Hmmm? Why would you be curious? I’m not doing anything. I am boring. We are boring. We are boring all over the world. There is no need to pay attention to us. Our religions are boring. We are not interested in yours.
You are up to something and I know what it is. Not bad … You could have thought of it on your own! Aren’t you being a bit lazy? Come to think of it, yes. But then, you’re around. Just a clue kid—missionaries may not be fond of this. It’s impossible to please everyone. I’m visualizing something like Kandor or Brigadoon. What do you think? I’m laughing. You are so nuts!
Um … Kandor—wouldn’t that be sweet? The Pied Piper dances all of your more intense devotees into a magical mythical kingdom where music, films, fashion models, and the Internet do not inhibit the faithful from focusing solely on your splendor and they live happily ever after ignoring those of us who weren’t privy to their splendid miracle.
I am so amused… You’re serious … Who is? Well are you? Am I what? Serious? Who said I was serious? I didn’t. Then what? Huh?