In Honor of AIM May 9, 2008
Posted by Anya in : spontaneous degeneration, smiling is good for you , trackbackAnika and I were talking the other night about instant messaging. Both of us have had it for about a year. And in addition to all the wonderful, enlightening conversations, there have been a lot of funny moments and hours. So here are a few.
Andune:Â This is so impractical it’s almost funny.
Rats, I had some with A1 but the computer ate them…Â maybe another time…
(This was one of my favorite conversations…)
Me (9:48:17 PM):
You’re back!
Madeline (9:48:21 PM):
yup
Me (9:48:27 PM):
*grins*
Madeline (9:48:39 PM):
*glares*
Madeline (9:48:48 PM):
*eats popsicle*
Me (9:48:56 PM):
What are you glaring at me for?
Madeline (9:49:00 PM):
*rolls eyes*
Me (9:49:04 PM):
Huh?
Madeline (9:49:05 PM):
*acts indignant*
Me (9:49:12 PM):
What’d I do??
Madeline (9:49:15 PM):
she’s not glaring at you, she’s glaring at me
Me (9:49:22 PM):
Who…
Me (9:49:25 PM):
is this Atanvarne?
Madeline (9:49:25 PM):
*laughs*
Madeline (9:49:29 PM):
no
Madeline (9:49:34 PM):
Atanvarne says no
Me (9:49:40 PM):
Oh, I begin to see.
Me (9:49:50 PM):
Never mind, I’m utterly confused.
Me (9:49:58 PM):
But hopefully not irretrivably so.
Madeline (9:50:23 PM):
*sighs*
Me (9:50:28 PM):
Who’s eating the popsicle?
Me (9:50:30 PM):
M or A
Me (9:50:32 PM):
?
Madeline (9:50:49 PM):
madeline
Me (9:50:58 PM):
Who was glaring?
Madeline (9:51:02 PM):
madeline
Me (9:51:09 PM):
At Atanvarne?
Madeline (9:51:15 PM):
at her poor amanuensis
Me (9:51:24 PM):
What’s an amanuensis?
Madeline (9:51:29 PM):
O_O
Madeline (9:51:54 PM):
you’re a greek student and are unacquaited with the term amanuensis!?
Me (9:51:55 PM):
Even I can’t know everything!
Me (9:52:04 PM):
uh…heh heh… yes?
Madeline (9:52:08 PM):
tsk
Me (9:52:11 PM):
I agree.
Me (9:52:14 PM):
What is it?
Madeline (9:52:43 PM):
an amanuensis was a scribe who would take dictation
Me (9:52:56 PM):
ohhh
Madeline (9:52:59 PM):
and was used by the likes of paul and peter in writing the new testament
Me (9:53:01 PM):
So who is typing?
Me (9:53:03 PM):
Atanvarne?
Madeline (9:53:09 PM):
Atanvarne says no
Me (9:53:17 PM):
WHO?
Madeline (9:53:18 PM):
and asks how she would know all that
Madeline (9:53:26 PM):
madeline says she thought you were smarter than that
Madeline (9:53:35 PM):
and continues eating her popsicle
Me (9:53:40 PM):
I’m SO confused.
Me (9:53:43 PM):
This can’t be Andrew
Madeline (9:53:44 PM):
Atanvarne says no, it’s a new popsicle
Me (9:53:48 PM):
it doesn’t sound like him
Madeline (9:54:00 PM):
madeline says you don’t know him well, then
Madeline (9:54:23 PM):
Atanvarne says he’s always logical when you’re around or when visitors are around, but not so in private
Me (9:54:24 PM):
???
Me (9:54:29 PM):
I know that!
Madeline (9:54:35 PM):
Atanvarne says poor Anya
Madeline (9:54:44 PM):
madeline says she is so confused
Me (9:54:45 PM):
Is this Tom?
Me (9:54:48 PM):
I agree
Madeline (9:54:51 PM):
who’
Me (9:54:51 PM):
with Madeline
Madeline (9:54:53 PM):
s tom?
Me (9:54:55 PM):
TOM
Me (9:55:01 PM):
He lives on your roof.
Madeline (9:55:01 PM):
madeline’s boyfriend tom?
Me (9:55:04 PM):
Don’t you know anything?
Madeline (9:55:12 PM):
HE LIVES ON OUR ROOF NOW!?!?!?!
Me (9:55:20 PM):
Last I knew, anyway.
Me (9:55:25 PM):
I guess that this is not Tom.
Madeline (9:55:28 PM):
I shall have to talk to that girl, this is completely unacceptable
Me (9:55:39 PM):
Okay, I like this game.
Me (9:55:41 PM):
Is this Andrew?
Madeline (9:55:48 PM):
is it not?
Me (9:55:56 PM):
That’s what I’m asking you.
  Madeline (9:56:08 PM):
and thus I asked in reply
Me (9:56:18 PM):
you’re sounding more like Andrew now.
Madeline (9:56:49 PM):
Madeline just choked on her popsicle when she read that
Me (9:56:52 PM):
LOL
Me (9:56:57 PM):
Oops, I mean, is she okay?
Madeline (9:57:30 PM):
I would guess I sound more like andrew to you now because you knew him back in his debate days, and would have more exposure to this side of his personality
Me (9:57:41 PM):
true
Madeline (9:57:41 PM):
madeline’s on her third popsicle
Me (9:57:45 PM):
which side?
Madeline (9:57:51 PM):
with a fourth in her other hand
Me (9:58:01 PM):
She’s going to go into sugar shock
Me (9:58:09 PM):
so… is this A2?
Madeline (9:58:19 PM):
isn’t it?
Me (9:58:20 PM):
Please give me an answer without teeth and without horns!
Madeline (9:58:35 PM):
ok
Madeline (9:59:35 PM):
im typing with my big toe now
Me (9:59:46 PM):
That’s disgusting.
Me (9:59:53 PM):
no wonder it took you so long.
Madeline (10:00:02 PM):
Atanvarne says she’ll never touch the keyboard again
Madeline (10:00:13 PM):
looks like she’ll need an amanuensis, too
Me (10:00:14 PM):
Of course she won’t, she’s germaphobic.
Me (10:00:22 PM):
I guess I’ll be talking to you a lot, then.
Madeline (10:00:36 PM):
she says she’s just extra-aware of her surroundings, not germaphobic
Me (10:00:48 PM):
*skeptical look*
Madeline (10:00:55 PM):
I bet if she lost a leg she’d be “handi-capable”, then, too
Me (10:00:55 PM):
actually *disbelieving look*
Me (10:01:07 PM):
Rightho
Me (10:01:12 PM):
Why don’t you get on your own name?
Madeline (10:01:19 PM):
madeline says she thought you said rigatoni
Me (10:01:20 PM):
Assuming that this is still not-Madeline?
Madeline (10:01:28 PM):
I have my own name
Me (10:01:43 PM):
Is this the internet equivalent of cross-dressing?
Madeline (10:01:48 PM):
but directly answering questions goes against the socratic method
Me (10:01:59 PM):
Oh, so now you’re Socrates.
Me (10:02:00 PM):
Great.
Madeline (10:02:06 PM):
no
Madeline (10:03:03 PM):
socrates’ philosophy, though narrative based and recognizing the need for a higher standard in value judgments, failed to provide an acceptable account of the divine
Me (10:03:13 PM):
Puh-leeze.Â
Me (10:03:19 PM):
I read that stuff.
Madeline (10:03:22 PM):
madeline’s on her fifth popsicle
Me (10:03:30 PM):
I’m classically educated, for goodness sake.
Me (10:03:35 PM):
Good for her!
Madeline (10:03:51 PM):
then we could have an intelligent discussion of socrates
Madeline (10:03:54 PM):
or descartes
Me (10:03:57 PM):
Did you want to?
Madeline (10:04:01 PM):
descartes also erred greatly
Me (10:04:06 PM):
No, please, I don’t really like Descartes.
Me (10:04:09 PM):
Too much math.
Me (10:04:15 PM):
How ’bout about superstring theorum?
Madeline (10:04:20 PM):
hence his error
Madeline (10:04:38 PM):
a little bit too scientific for my tastes
Me (10:04:46 PM):
The wheels in your head go round and round, round and round, round and round…
Me (10:04:55 PM):
Oh, but it’s meta-physics.
Madeline (10:05:17 PM):
*shrug*
Me (10:05:47 PM):
Does this mean that you don’t know anything about it?
Me (10:06:00 PM):
or that you prefer your brain un-exploded.
Madeline (10:06:41 PM):
I have not looked into it in a while
Madeline (10:06:52 PM):
is that the theory that proposes additional dimensions?
Me (10:07:39 PM):
Si, senor
Me (10:07:50 PM):
(or senorita, depending on whom I’m talking to.)
Madeline (10:07:53 PM):
ah, okay, i remember that then
Me (10:08:02 PM):
it’s interesting.
Madeline (10:08:13 PM):
somewhat
Me (10:08:45 PM):
weird, for sure.
Madeline (10:08:50 PM):
it’s rather difficult to wrap one’s mind around
Me (10:08:55 PM):
Heh, yeah.
Madeline (10:09:09 PM):
madeline’s on her sixth pospicle now
Me (10:09:17 PM):
Do you think that I care?
Madeline (10:09:21 PM):
she’s glaring at her amanuensis
Madeline (10:09:31 PM):
she’s shocked that you don’t care
Madeline (10:09:38 PM):
on the verge of tears, I’d say
Me (10:09:40 PM):
I didn’t say that I didn’t
Madeline (10:09:49 PM):
she’s crying so hard she’s convulsing
Me (10:09:51 PM):
I asked if you thought that I did?
Me (10:09:54 PM):
Yeah, right.
Me (10:09:56 PM):
She’s laughing.
Madeline (10:10:11 PM):
my, she can’t speak she’s so shocked
Madeline (10:10:18 PM):
nor can she stand straight
Me (10:10:22 PM):
*she’s laughing so hard
Me (10:10:29 PM):
Let me guess, she’s rolling on the floor.
Madeline (10:10:33 PM):
Atanvarne says she can only make hideous gasping noises
Me (10:10:39 PM):
I believe it.
Madeline (10:11:04 PM):
now Atanvarne wants to clarify that it’s madeline, not her making the hideous gasping noises
Madeline (10:11:14 PM):
CLARIFY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me (10:11:14 PM):
I knew that
Madeline (10:11:25 PM):
quoth the Atanvarne
Madeline (10:11:33 PM):
er, madeline
Madeline (10:11:36 PM):
er…
Madeline (10:11:39 PM):
someone
Me (10:11:41 PM):
*laughs*
Me (10:11:47 PM):
Call the paramedics
Madeline (10:12:02 PM):
madeline just fell into a cabinet
Madeline (10:12:09 PM):
she hurt herself ratehr terribly
Me (10:12:20 PM):
poor girl.
Me (10:12:29 PM):
I sympathize greatly.
Madeline (10:12:31 PM):
she’s putting pressure on it to hold the blood in
Madeline (10:12:43 PM):
and by pressure I mean her seventh popsicle
Me (10:13:13 PM):
What, is she now addicted to popsicles?
Me (10:13:27 PM):
What flavor?
Madeline (10:13:29 PM):
no, she’s attempting to osmose it through her foot
Me (10:13:37 PM):
EWWWW GROSS.
Madeline (10:13:38 PM):
she keeps sobbing
Madeline (10:13:47 PM):
I think she’s still sad about earlier
Me (10:13:49 PM):
From so much laughing?
Me (10:13:55 PM):
I am deeply sorry
Me (10:13:58 PM):
*cough*
Madeline (10:13:59 PM):
no, she says it hurts
Me (10:14:06 PM):
From laughing so much?
Madeline (10:14:11 PM):
and there will be a big bruise there forever
Me (10:14:12 PM):
Or from falling into the cabinet?
Madeline (10:14:15 PM):
probably on her heart
Madeline (10:14:18 PM):
from your insult
Me (10:14:29 PM):
Um, Madeline, tell him that he sounds like Antion.
Madeline (10:14:29 PM):
she says I think i’m so clever
Madeline (10:15:03 PM):
madeline says it’s cool
Madeline (10:15:15 PM):
Atanvarne says it’s all good
Me (10:15:17 PM):
What, him sounding like Antion?
Madeline (10:15:23 PM):
no, the popsicles
Madeline (10:15:26 PM):
sheesh
Me (10:15:43 PM):
What flavor are your siblings eating?
Madeline (10:15:45 PM):
madeline claims she’s about to die
Me (10:15:48 PM):
Are you eating them too?
Madeline (10:15:50 PM):
no
Me (10:15:53 PM):
Can I have her scrapbooks?
Madeline (10:15:57 PM):
they’ve run the gambit of flavors
Madeline (10:16:04 PM):
she says ew
Madeline (10:16:08 PM):
they look like dandruff
Me (10:16:08 PM):
if she dies, I mean
Me (10:16:14 PM):
The scrapbooks?
Me (10:16:16 PM):
O_O
Madeline (10:16:18 PM):
yes
Madeline (10:16:19 PM):
oh
Madeline (10:16:22 PM):
she says no
Madeline (10:16:27 PM):
apparently that was another conversation
Me (10:16:29 PM):
I think you’re confused
Me (10:16:39 PM):
Well, may I have them if she dies?
Me (10:16:43 PM):
The camp one, anyway?
Madeline (10:17:18 PM):
no, Atanvarne wants it
Me (10:17:22 PM):
Sheesh
Madeline (10:17:28 PM):
she says photos make wonderful fireworks
Me (10:17:46 PM):
Oh, BAD Atanvarne
Me (10:18:09 PM):
Where have your capitalization skills gone?
Me (10:19:11 PM):
oh, and Madeline? I still don’t know how to put my own picture in the avatar place.
Madeline (10:19:41 PM):
madeline burps in response
Me (10:19:47 PM):
TMI
Madeline (10:19:47 PM):
and then hits her amaneuensis
Me (10:19:53 PM):
Good for her.
Madeline (10:19:56 PM):
TMI?
Me (10:20:03 PM):
*hits her amaneuensis as well*
Madeline (10:20:04 PM):
is that some sort of acronymal assault?
Me (10:20:12 PM):
Too much information
Madeline (10:20:34 PM):
you have an amaneuensis?
Me (10:20:49 PM):
They’re called my fingers!
Madeline (10:20:52 PM):
ah
Me (10:20:56 PM):
I said that I hit HERS
Madeline (10:21:22 PM):
which could equally have been a pronoun referring to you in the third person, given the narrative form of your statement
Me (10:21:38 PM):
I meant you.
Me (10:22:02 PM):
I’m at a safe distance.
Me (10:22:11 PM):
Hasn’t she finished that popsicle yet?
Madeline (10:22:27 PM):
she’s on a new one
Madeline (10:22:33 PM):
I think it’s her eighth
Madeline (10:22:34 PM):
ot ninth
Madeline (10:22:36 PM):
I lost count
David:Â could you please start ranting about something so I have something to do?David:Â sooooo how was whateveryoudo? [Districts]
| David (10:33:08 PM): | yay? |
| Me (10:33:16 PM): | YES! |
| Me (10:33:19 PM): | *confetti* |
| David (10:34:05 PM): | *vacuums wildly in air* |
| David (10:34:10 PM): | NO MESS!!!!!! |
| David (10:34:14 PM): | 8G |
| Me (10:34:17 PM): | *actually smiles* |
| David (10:35:26 PM): | erm |
| David (10:35:32 PM): | whassat mean? |
| Me (10:35:38 PM): | about you vacuuming in the air |
| Me (10:35:58 PM): | Well… I’m tired. And you got me to smile. Fairly close to laughing. I’m impressed. |
| David (10:36:31 PM): | allll—-RIGHT |
| Me (10:36:52 PM): | *more confetti* |
| Me (10:36:56 PM): | *evil laughter* |
| David (10:37:00 PM): | NOOOOOO |
| Me (10:37:18 PM): | *laughs* |
| David (10:37:18 PM): | *VACUUMS ALL POSSIBLE AND INHALES THE REST* |
| Me (10:37:23 PM): | *Abbie asks why I am laughing* |
| David (10:38:07 PM): | must..*cough* …not… *wheeze* let it… touch floor |
| Me (10:38:15 PM): | Why? |
| David (10:38:23 PM): | I dunno |
| Me (10:38:57 PM): | Hmm |
| Me (10:39:07 PM): | I don’t think you ought to kill yourself for reasons which you know not why. |
| David (10:39:21 PM): | well |
| David (10:39:24 PM): | it’s just asterisks |
| Me (10:40:58 PM): | That’s good to know. |
| Me (10:41:03 PM): | Reassuring, and all that. |
| David (10:41:21 PM): | yuh-huh |
Antion:  I like the lawyer… he makes things more interestingAnd mhmm. I could find a lot more amusing stuff, but I don’t feel like continuing to do that… it has been amazing. A lot of goofiness, a lot of thought-provoking stuff, a lot of blessings. Things ranging from, “goodnight… get a good sleep” to “ve con la amor de Dios”. It’s like an online L’Abri. 
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Agh…actually that wasn’t me and my brothers…just me. It carried over from last comment.
*my brothers and me