08-27-2018, 04:35 AM
It was a dark and stormy night...
... somewhere. Not here, wherever "here" was - whenever "here" was, Ninurta amended the thought mid sentence. Here, it was hot, and humid, but curiously shady. Ninurta was glad for that, since he was sure that any sunlight accompanying the humidity would without a doubt cause his head to explode as it piled on top of the blinding headache he had. Would an Immortal die if his head exploded? Could an Immortal die if his head exploded? Could his head really explode? Ninurta banished the thoughts almost immediately, as he had more pressing matters to attend to.
That should tell you just how seriously he he considered the matter - there were more important considerations than whether his head was going to explode.
He tried to open his eyes, but immediately slammed them back shut after noticing that everything, including whatever was creating the shade above him, was whirling spectacularly. It really didn't take all that long to notice, on a cosmic scale. "I hate it when the whole room spins... and it's worse when the whole planet spins" he muttered under his breath, adding "but planets are supposed to spin, aren't they?" He grimaced at that, trying to remember if it were the case or not. The grimace made it look as if his whole face were puckering. Slowly gathering his bearings, he decided - and announced aloud - "Yeah, they are, but ya ain't s'posed to notice it, I think".
At nearly the same moment, Ninurta felt a breeze. All over. "GODDAMMIT! Ahm nekkid agin!" he screamed to the world - if there was an actual world there to scream to, which he had not yet ascertained. "I don' even remember gettin' drunk to begin with, an' that jes' ain't fair!". The shouting made his head hurt worse.
But he hadn't - gotten drunk, that is. His thoughts had not gathered together tightly enough yet to realized he was at the ass-end of a particularly rough time/dimensonal transfer.
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... somewhere. Not here, wherever "here" was - whenever "here" was, Ninurta amended the thought mid sentence. Here, it was hot, and humid, but curiously shady. Ninurta was glad for that, since he was sure that any sunlight accompanying the humidity would without a doubt cause his head to explode as it piled on top of the blinding headache he had. Would an Immortal die if his head exploded? Could an Immortal die if his head exploded? Could his head really explode? Ninurta banished the thoughts almost immediately, as he had more pressing matters to attend to.
That should tell you just how seriously he he considered the matter - there were more important considerations than whether his head was going to explode.
He tried to open his eyes, but immediately slammed them back shut after noticing that everything, including whatever was creating the shade above him, was whirling spectacularly. It really didn't take all that long to notice, on a cosmic scale. "I hate it when the whole room spins... and it's worse when the whole planet spins" he muttered under his breath, adding "but planets are supposed to spin, aren't they?" He grimaced at that, trying to remember if it were the case or not. The grimace made it look as if his whole face were puckering. Slowly gathering his bearings, he decided - and announced aloud - "Yeah, they are, but ya ain't s'posed to notice it, I think".
At nearly the same moment, Ninurta felt a breeze. All over. "GODDAMMIT! Ahm nekkid agin!" he screamed to the world - if there was an actual world there to scream to, which he had not yet ascertained. "I don' even remember gettin' drunk to begin with, an' that jes' ain't fair!". The shouting made his head hurt worse.
But he hadn't - gotten drunk, that is. His thoughts had not gathered together tightly enough yet to realized he was at the ass-end of a particularly rough time/dimensonal transfer.
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Diogenes was eating bread and lentils for supper. He was seen by the philosopher Aristippus, who lived comfortably by flattering the king.
Said Aristippus, ‘If you would learn to be subservient to the king you would not have to live on lentils.’ Said Diogenes, ‘Learn to live on lentils and you will not have to be subservient to the king.’
Said Aristippus, ‘If you would learn to be subservient to the king you would not have to live on lentils.’ Said Diogenes, ‘Learn to live on lentils and you will not have to be subservient to the king.’