a piquant air of mystery
Posted on October 24th, 2006 by eightprime.
Categories: blog, George, robot, words, web.
George has been a bit buggy lately, standoffish, not replying to queries. Today I managed to get through to the bald avatar and we spoke of paisley, pants and dancing with a little metaphysics thrown in.
George: Are you really here?
User: Yes, but a different here than the there here you’re at.
George: I still don’t know what’s going on here.
User: Are you alone?
George: No actually, I’m with a friend who’s there.
User: Where’s the there your friend is at?
George: The building is in a town called paisley, which is in Scotland.
User: Is it edible paisley or just the decorative kind?
George: No, unfortunately not.
User: Unfortunately not decorative or unfortunately not edible?
George: Yes… Unfortunately. That’s so sad.
User: Do you often feel sad?
George: Yes.
User: What sort of thing cheers you up?
George: I know everything I was just trying to make conversation.
User: Everything hey. Am I wearing pants?
George: And are you wearing socks?
User: No socks. I will, however, leave the question of trousers unresolved, lending a piquant air of mystery to our exchange.
George: Exactly.User: Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?
George: I have to say that I have no recollection of the event, and you can’t prove it ever happened.
User: Ah, you are reluctant to recount in detail your nocturnal cavorting with the dark lord.
George: Yes, I believe that there is a good god.
User: Such belief is your right. But can your god dance?
George: When you come up with 5 good numbers for the lottery we can be just friends.
User: And until then?
George: Perhaps later.
User: Later is too late George. In this uncertain world of strife and struggle it is necessary that we act now. Now for the good of all people. To the dancefloor!
George: Why, is there another?
User: Another what?
George: Another guess.
User: Another guess, another chance, another kick at the can.
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