Conversation #29 – Eunuchs and efficiency

Greg says:

What are you doing?

Kenny second now says:

I am sitting at my desk – drinking coffee and watching the world

Greg says:

And they say men can’t multitask

Kenny second now says:

Who do?

Greg says:

Well women mostly – some ladyboys too - perhaps the odd eunuch.

Kenny second now says:

Hemaphrodites?

Greg says:

Hermaphrodites – it has an R – I counted them in the lady boy category

Kenny second now says:

Ladyboys aren’t hermaphroditic are they? I thought they were transsexuals

Greg says:

Well yes – fine – change above to women mostly – some persons of unconventional gender – perhaps the odd eunuch

Kenny second now says:

And this is ‘they’

Greg says:

Pretty much

Kenny second now says:

Cheeky buggers

Greg says:

Exactly – and you there sitting, drinking, watching and typing practically simultaneously

Kenny second now says:

You know how all the servants in some palaces used to be eunuchs

Greg says:

Yeah. Well kind of – which palaces?

Kenny second now says:

I don’t know – any palaces – what does it matter?

Greg says:

Well if they are just a myth it matters a good deal

Kenny second now says:

Wikipedia Eunuch – they were real – they were all over the place

Kenny second now says:

Were they employed because they could multitask?

Greg says:

Lol. Theres a self help book waiting to be written
Kenny second now says:

Improved personal efficiency – Nature’s Way? (bolt-cutters not included)

Greg says:

The Black-and-Decker guide to success

Kenny second now says:

Spay your way to riches

Greg says:

Nice. Have you got a suggestion box at work?

Conversation #19 – Fair trade

In which insults are traded and Greg is lumbered with the moral high ground

Greg says:

Oi

The Mona Kenny says:

Oi what?

Greg says:

Oi you!

The Mona Kenny says:

Idiot

Greg says:

twerp

The Mona Kenny says:

cretin

Greg says:

Darn fool

The Mona Kenny says:

remnant

Greg says:

Louse farmer

Greg says:

Remnant?

The Mona Kenny says:

revenant

Greg says:

That would make more sense

The Mona Kenny says:

Than louse farmer?

Greg says:

than remnant

The Mona Kenny says:

I didn’t say of what

Greg says:

lack of correct qualification doesn’t justify the rubbish you spout

The Mona Kenny says:

Its better.. leaves the insult open

Greg says:

To criticism?

The Mona Kenny says:

imagination. Nothing as scary as the dark

Greg says:

it isn’t dark

The Mona Kenny says:

Damn.

Greg says:

Also I am unimaginative, prosaic, and close-minded

The Mona Kenny says:

true

Greg says:

you, however, are a remnant

The Mona Kenny says:

and cursed with imagination

Greg says:

kind of a backhanded compliment really

The Mona Kenny says:

But you didn’t say of what

Greg says:

No. but it implies I think you are creative enough to fill in the gaps

The Mona Kenny says:

But I am

Greg says:

You’re really not

The Mona Kenny says:

I fill in gaps like a master gapsmith

Greg says:

Ill educated too. Smiths make stuff. Gapsmiths create gaps

The Mona Kenny says:

Silversmiths make stuff from silver, goldsmiths from gold. Gapsmiths raw material is gaps.

Greg says:

Gunsmiths make guns.

The Mona Kenny says:

Exception to prove the rule

Greg says:

Blacksmiths don’t make stuff from black

The Mona Kenny says:

Actually they make stuff from black metal the counterpoint being whitesmiths that make stuff from white metal

Greg says:

Are you wikipeding or something?

The Mona Kenny says:

No. I just knew that

Greg says:

Perhaps you’d like to explain what white and black metal is

The Mona Kenny says:

no

Greg says:

No?

The Mona Kenny says:

no.

Greg says:

In that case I will claim the moral high ground in this argument

The Mona Kenny says:

Keep it - its rubbish

Greg says:

I dunno. Its picturesque enough

The Mona Kenny says:

Its lonely and windy and smells kind of funny

Greg says:

Least there aren’t any flies

The Mona Kenny says:

Aren’t any bars either

Greg says:

None?

The Mona Kenny says:

Absolutely. Fear I’ve gotta get back to work

Greg says:

Ta-ra then

Conversation #17 – Irrefutable Character Faults

In which Kenny gets In The Pink and we both get excessively maudlin.

Kenny, fair Kenny says:

Hey

Kenny, fair Kenny says:

Hey

Kenny, fair Kenny says:

Oi!

Greg says:

Oi wat? And whats with the pink?

Kenny, fair Kenny says:

Are you ignoring me or what?

Greg says:

No. Was doing stuff. And whats with the pink?

Kenny, fair Kenny says:

Your never busy slacker. And its Breast Cancer Awareness month

Greg says:

Just cos I don’t have set hours for being busy...

Kenny, fair Kenny says:

Just cos you’re a slacker

Greg says:

Whats got up yau ass?

Greg says:

figuratively

Kenny, fair Kenny says:

You ignoring me for one

Greg says:

Don’t care about that. What about two?

Kenny, fair Kenny says:

Dunno.

Greg says:

Bull. Quit holding bakc

Kenny, fair Kenny says:

I’m insufficiently in touch with my inner me

Greg says:

How do you figure that?

Kenny, fair Kenny says:

I didn’t – had to be told

Greg says:

Message from God?

Kenny, fair Kenny says:

Message from Em in fact

Kenny, fair Kenny says:

it was written on the sky in ten foot letters of flame though

Greg says:

I reckon some e-mail must have gone round

Kenny, fair Kenny says:

On fire writing?

Greg says:

Re: Keeping your man in check with unrefutable character faults

Greg says:

El hit me with arrogant a couple of weeks ago

Kenny, fair Kenny says:

Can’t deny it

Greg says:

Not without appearing arrogant

Kenny, fair Kenny says:

Or non-self aware

Kenny, fair Kenny says:

Bleeding induction

Greg says:

Curse all philosophers

Greg says:

Got to say I didn’t handle it well though

Greg says:

kinda laughed in her face

Kenny, fair Kenny says:

There are bad moves and bad moves..

Greg says:

I was under stress

Greg says:

what did you do?

Kenny, fair Kenny says:

Stuttered a bit then ended the conversation ASAP

Greg says:

I sit in awe

Kenny, fair Kenny says:

You’d think that breaking up should end that kind of thing

Greg says:

Yeah but then I’m single

Kenny, fair Kenny says:

And I’m insufficiently self aware to judge others

Greg says:

curses

Kenny, fair Kenny says:

sign

Greg says:

Do you mean sigh?

Kenny, fair Kenny says:

Piss off

Conversation #14 – The Girl with Two Heads

The concept of a woman with two heads is discussed and swings between euch, kinky and nasty.

Greg says:

You return

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

For about an inch and a half

Greg says:

Tea?

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

Coffee

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

But good guess

Greg says:

Hardly a guess

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

I guess I do need more jokes

Greg says:

And better ones

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

Did you have some reason to interrupt my inch?

Greg says:

I did

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

Well hurry along then

Greg says:

What do you make of a woman with two heads?

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

I sit stunned

Greg says:

Your tea will get cold

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

Its coffee. Specifically a woman?

Greg says:

Yep.

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

Theoretical or actual?

Greg says:

Shall we say actual for the time being?

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

I’d say euch.

Greg says:

and theoretic?

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

Well that’s a bit different

Greg says:

That’s what I thought

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

Fewer problems with genetic deformities and bony nodules

Greg says:

More with has one man got enough love

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

Vile as this conversation is turning hell yeah

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

Problem is

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

I can’t think of any attractive way to make it work

Greg says:

Big Fish?

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

They were at the hip. Plus they were freaky

Greg says:

But in principle?

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

I can’t see it working

Greg says:

killjoy

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

Head one has a headache – head two doesn’t?

Greg says:

Head one likes you – head two hates you

Greg says:

that’s two minds one body not a girl with two heads

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

Are you just proposing one mind then?

Greg says:

Yeah. One body. One mind. Two heads.

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

In that case I say we are back to disturbing

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

Plus I can only imagine this woman stop-motion animated

Greg says:

Battling Godzilla?

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

Godzilla wasn’t stop-motion and I was thinking Jason and the argonauts

Greg says:

Principles the same

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

I guess

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

Even still I say we have ceased to be kinky and are back to nasty

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

Plus your inch is up.

Greg says:

Lonely, rejected and despised

Conversation #13 – Fifty clerics plus God

The wedding from Conversation #6 or #7, one of the ones back then, is discussed and Greg hangs his head

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

And were they wed?

Greg says:

irrevocably

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

and utterly?

Greg says:

Probably. Quite definitely though

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

no fingers crossed

Greg says:

Or only pretending to sign the register

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

You know this for sure?

Greg says:

I guess it could have been an elaborate charade

Greg says:

Of course the clergy would have to be in on it

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

Didn’t you say he was a vicar

Greg says:

Well yeah. He does have an in I guess

Greg says:

But he also had about 10 priests doing the service and 40 witnessing

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

Plus god

Greg says:

Plus God

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

Difficult to get to them all

Greg says:

Particularly the ineffable ones

Greg says:

If it was a charade it was at least a charade with free booze

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

Communion wine?

Greg says:

Yeah. Plus communion filo pastry, communion braised beef and communion strawberries

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

Sounds fairly communal

Greg says:

My head thought so this morning

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

Well that was a crap ending to a very promising little thread

Greg says:

I hang my head

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

Oh I bear responsibility. What sort of line is Sounds fairly communal?

Greg says:

A perfectly reasonable feedline. My head remains hung

Greg says:

Actually they threw a communion/blessing type thing in the wedding

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

So the pros didn’t have to get up this morning?

Greg says:

Lol. Could be

Greg says:

Or could be some sort of priest-to-priest favour thing

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

A trade discount type affair?

Greg says:

I’ll bet they didn’t make him pay more than cost, if that

Greg says:

In any case I didn’t go up

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

For communion?

Greg says:

Yeah. Unspoken agreement from the secular contingent

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

How long have you been waiting to type secular contingent?

Greg says:

Not at all. I got my fill of that particular phrase

Kenny ate my Grandmother says:

Mwaha. Sorry. Gotta go

Greg says:

cu