Meet the Add-A-Word Folks

I'm sure something set me off last night Kevan. I didn't watch any TV or movies or anything, but yesterday was a bit stressful for me. Not in a scary kind of way, but I'm sure that feeling of tension carried over to my dreams. I've always had nightmares, my whole life. I think they might run in my family, if that's possible. My brother has them and so does my 3 year old nephew. There's a lot of nights he's too afraid to sleep. I've had dreams that would put Stephen King at his hayday to shame in their freaky and intensity factors. But whatever, I just finished up with my galavanting for the day. Went shopping with a friend who bought a brand new 30D and spent the afternoon hanging. I'm too tired for ghost stories, and would prefer to write them during the day anyways. Until tomorrow, goodnight!

Only just dropped in again

Dreams hey.....I've been having some really strange vivid dreams lately, and I mean strange! Must be something in the air at the moment.

-Pleiades- wrote in post #3595900
Only just dropped in again

Dreams hey.....I've been having some really strange vivid dreams lately, and I mean strange! Must be something in the air at the moment.

Come back often...Becky always needs more minons for the add a word.

Nightmares are really scary when you dream that you are being forced to add a word to the add a word game, chained to an old IBM, green monochrome computer in a warehouse where Becky (TheGreatOg) is watching over your every keystroke. Now when I saw TheGreatOg I really mean she is like a HUGE person....cracking a whip to make us add those words....oh wait....am I the only one having that nightmare?

lol, I drop in the add-a-word section every now and then. I've just been slack and not reading up on all the gossip

I opened my camera bag and everything felt wrong. I was using it and the buttons were in the wrong place and my 70-200 wasn't white like it used to be. Then I noticed with great horror that the front of the camera said Nikon. I screamed. Fortunately that was when I woke up.

Could have been worse, could have been a Sony Alpha.

Citizensmith wrote in post #3596086
I opened my camera bag and everything felt wrong. I was using it and the buttons were in the wrong place and my 70-200 wasn't white like it used to be. Then I noticed with great horror that the front of the camera said Nikon. I screamed. Fortunately that was when I woke up.

Could have been worse, could have been a Sony Alpha.

Shhhh....don't even think it....that is a horrible nightmare.

scary stuff. I dreamt once that I dropped my bag and everything shattered into thousands of pieces. But I glued it all back together, but it just wasn't the same...... Then I also dreamt I lost what little talent I have, but I thought I was the greatest....actually that was more embarrassing than scary.

Anyway, speaking of dreams, it's 2am here. I better go and make some more dreams.

-Pleiades- wrote in post #3596127
scary stuff. I dreamt once that I dropped my bag and everything shattered into thousands of pieces. But I glued it all back together, but it just wasn't the same...... Then I also dreamt I lost what little talent I have, but I thought I was the greatest....actually that was more embarrassing than scary.

Anyway, speaking of dreams, it's 2am here. I better go and make some more dreams.

I dreamt that I actually had talent .

Well, go off and have some dreams, but don't keep what you've just read in the back of your mind because it will evolve into the worst nightmare imaginable!

I’m back... and this thread is still going strong I see. I haven’t added a word in days so I felt it necessary to add a word to each of my wife’s sentences. She didn’t like it though as she also has a strong desire to get the last word and if the whole point is to add one, then you can go on until infinity. But then again, I was talking to my nephew over the weekend. He’s some kind of rocket scientist, actually a theoretical astrophysicist doing if doctorial work up in Maine, and he informs me that there are different infinities some more infinite than others. Of course, I tried to ponder this but my head exploded, so I just added a word and went away happy.

gjl711 wrote in post #3596144
I’m back... and this thread is still going strong I see. I haven’t added a word in days so I felt it necessary to add a word to each of my wife’s sentences. She didn’t like it though as she also has a strong desire to get the last word and if the whole point is to add one, then you can go on until infinity. But then again, I was talking to my nephew over the weekend. He’s some kind of rocket scientist, actually a theoretical astrophysicist doing if doctorial work up in Maine, and he informs me that there are different infinities some more infinite than others. Of course, I tried to ponder this but my head exploded, so I just added a word and went away happy.

I would try this, but I think my wife would just skewer me....and then she would have the last word .

Now, about pondering different infinities, where some are more infinite that others is just mind boggling. Think of how many words you'd have to add just to keep yourself from returning to think about what your nephew told you about infinates....that would be infinate itself!

3Turner wrote in post #3596038
Now when I saw TheGreatOg I really mean she is like a HUGE person....cracking a whip to make us add those words....oh wait....am I the only one having that nightmare?

Hmm, Robert. Your memory is too good for the purpose you're serving in my ploy for world domination. I thought I'd specifically told the minionettes to erase all memories prior to waking. Looks like I'll have to shackle you to an old Commodore instead of an IBM from now on, as extra pennance.

And by HUGE person, you really mean Jessica Rabbit-esque HUGELY BUSTY person. Yes?

3Turner wrote in post #3596184
I would try this, but I think my wife would just skewer me....and then she would have the last word .

Why is it so dang important to have the last word anyway? Actually my son, #2 in the son chain, suffers from the same. He must have the last word. It is a moral imperative, an obsession, and life is not right unless he can achieve that goal. The end result is that he never shuts up. I should have named him “gum-flapper” or “tongue-waggler” but there is no good short name for that. Maybe “Gaflap”, but that’s so hard to pronounce although “Towag” sort of works. Maybe I’ll start calling him Towag from now on.

gjl711 wrote in post #3596144
I’m back... and this thread is still going strong I see. I haven’t added a word in days so I felt it necessary to add a word to each of my wife’s sentences. She didn’t like it though as she also has a strong desire to get the last word and if the whole point is to add one, then you can go on until infinity. But then again, I was talking to my nephew over the weekend. He’s some kind of rocket scientist, actually a theoretical astrophysicist doing if doctorial work up in Maine, and he informs me that there are different infinities some more infinite than others. Of course, I tried to ponder this but my head exploded, so I just added a word and went away happy.

When considering the possibility of infinities and adding words to his wife's sentences, a smart husband bares this in mind...his wife's last word is the only infinity that matters. Good to see you back John, it's good to see that adding words still gives you the warm fuzzies.

gjl711 wrote in post #3596275
Why is it so dang important to have the last word anyway? Actually my son, #2 in the son chain, suffers from the same. He must have the last word. It is a moral imperative, an obsession, and life is not right unless he can achieve that goal. The end result is that he never shuts up. I should have named him “gum-flapper” or “tongue-waggler” but there is no good short name for that. Maybe “Gaflap”, but that’s so hard to pronounce although “Towag” sort of works. Maybe I’ll start calling him Towag from now on.

Totally unrelated, but reminded me of it anyways. I grew up in London, England and went to an American highschool. Our football team would travel to belgium, germany, etc. to play football games against other teams in the european theater. My senior year I was a manager for the team instead of playing volleyball. We would take these huge greyhound buses through the Chunnel (trains that rode under the north sea from England to France and back) to get to the continent. You have to go through customs to do so. We pulled up around midnight one time on our way home, passed all our passports forward and waited to be boarded. Normally this is a fast process. This particular night the customs agent boarded the bus and some dim-wit retarded football player from the back of the bus yelled "toe rag!". I'm not sure what that means, but the british customs agent was furious. We had to all get off the bus, they searched the whole bus from front to end, and made us wait four hours before reboarding and finally catching a different train. The moral of the story...there isn't one. But Towag reminded me of Toe Rag, and I don't think it's a very nice word.

TheGreatOg wrote in post #3596303
... But Towag reminded me of Toe Rag, and I don't think it's a very nice word.

Hmmm... pi$$ing off any bureaucrat that has the ability to make your life hell is never sound advice. And toe rag.. um.. is not a nice thing to say though it is very uncommon here in the states.