Thysysphian Converse
The following is a direct transcript of a "status conversation"* that took place today, over a four hour period, between two supposed grownups.
Hey, we knew what we were saying!
*(if you don't get it, you obviously don't have GMail.)
Bob: Flargle razmitsif!
Jen: Fling waddle clip
Bob: /nods/ Yep, that's it exactly.
Jen: Smashis crawp pru thysysphy
Bob: Razr! Bliff norgush wal pliffy!
Jen: /Fragwess/ Klimpet snaragon twanzy.
Bob: Snaragon flazny? Cojrig mofe labbis.
Jen: Grimplet strabbit foos. Twilup pagglist mar bulidep...
Bob: (Jaznit reebly) Marschk o dlappisney.
Jen: Vlinto sparinad...postrimex exto fin pwaddle. 9.9
Bob: FHF! Nyl priznat wabby. /ghusch/
Jen: Brrcafi > Nucafi? Diyo. Diyo san.
Bob: Diyo san, mrajif.
Jen: Plentif sprawnix zyglio, sprit twiz braddle. Pio blund :)
Bob: Shazliffit. ;)
Jen: Crogimot limbal. Zyble!
Bob: Mallafah!
Hey, we knew what we were saying!
*(if you don't get it, you obviously don't have GMail.)
Comments
Wait. We did?
I resent that comment.
I am totally crazy.
Bleschin Florbis!!!!
I guess this is just what happens when you get out of the loop for too long. *sigh*
btw -- I am STILL working on my project (after setting the release date back two weeks). We had a two-day, non-stop thunderstorm (with real lightning! very rare, here), and after my last rasslin' match with a power surge, I unplugged the fucker COMPLETELY from the wall. Which is not helpful when you are doing processor-intensive video editing.