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Ask's Captain Dickhead, the guy who never seems to say anything leaving me to do most if not all of the talking.
I have run out of things to say to him, nothing new happening to warrant talking about and when he talks it's to ask me a question.
We don't have conversations, I give mini lectures on random subjects sometimes making shit up as I go along, or it turns into a Q&A session where I turn into wikipedia: the absentminded edition.*
I forced him to talk about his trip to scotland and he gave me more info in texts on the train going there than he did in person.
Or when I found out two years ago, that a year before I met him he had gone to America, iir he had been twice, his travelog?
"It was good, yeah, I liked it." I did prise more out of him, but it took effort.
You know, if I ran into a wall of silence and I had a trip to ANOTHER FUCKING COUNTRY that I had not told the other person about, I think I would say
"Did I ever tell you about the time I wen't to <blank>?"
"No?"
"Well I did." OK, I wouldn't end it abrubtly, but that's nearly how he does it.
I sent him a text yesterday when he invited me out for a drink, telling him that if he can't bring a conversation with him, why should I spend money on beer just to look at him in silence for the night, cos the first whiff of stale conversation in the air, I'm ditching him for another pub and some random stranger, or just another pub and atleast I'm by myself during the silence.
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*He sent a text late last year asking what a battenburg cake would sound like, I replied along the lines of "The sound of one hand clapping in applause to the sound of a tree falling out of earshot."
Later he asked if said cake was a melody what would it sound like, and I asked him to look into the concepts of bitmap to wave and bitmap to song notation.
He broght this up again in the pub and it's hard to explain without links (and he looked like he was lost as soon as I said bitmap. After a while I exclaimed
"I'm in a pub, what the fuck am I talking about .bmp to .wav for?"
I had to get the subject changed and at the bar I decided to elaborate on my idea of getting the youth of today interested in classical music, I shot down his turbo folk idea, as I meant, as heard for the first time and on those classic CD's Techno dance remixes might work, but it's not the same thing.
My idea
Topless beach vollyball with the music played over the footage, if kids without access to porn use T&A music videos and 'innocent' things like water aerobics and gymnastics for spank bank, lets atleast get them more cultured at the same time.
I have run out of things to say to him, nothing new happening to warrant talking about and when he talks it's to ask me a question.
We don't have conversations, I give mini lectures on random subjects sometimes making shit up as I go along, or it turns into a Q&A session where I turn into wikipedia: the absentminded edition.*
I forced him to talk about his trip to scotland and he gave me more info in texts on the train going there than he did in person.
Or when I found out two years ago, that a year before I met him he had gone to America, iir he had been twice, his travelog?
"It was good, yeah, I liked it." I did prise more out of him, but it took effort.
You know, if I ran into a wall of silence and I had a trip to ANOTHER FUCKING COUNTRY that I had not told the other person about, I think I would say
"Did I ever tell you about the time I wen't to <blank>?"
"No?"
"Well I did." OK, I wouldn't end it abrubtly, but that's nearly how he does it.
I sent him a text yesterday when he invited me out for a drink, telling him that if he can't bring a conversation with him, why should I spend money on beer just to look at him in silence for the night, cos the first whiff of stale conversation in the air, I'm ditching him for another pub and some random stranger, or just another pub and atleast I'm by myself during the silence.
edit:
*He sent a text late last year asking what a battenburg cake would sound like, I replied along the lines of "The sound of one hand clapping in applause to the sound of a tree falling out of earshot."
Later he asked if said cake was a melody what would it sound like, and I asked him to look into the concepts of bitmap to wave and bitmap to song notation.
He broght this up again in the pub and it's hard to explain without links (and he looked like he was lost as soon as I said bitmap. After a while I exclaimed
"I'm in a pub, what the fuck am I talking about .bmp to .wav for?"
I had to get the subject changed and at the bar I decided to elaborate on my idea of getting the youth of today interested in classical music, I shot down his turbo folk idea, as I meant, as heard for the first time and on those classic CD's Techno dance remixes might work, but it's not the same thing.
My idea
Topless beach vollyball with the music played over the footage, if kids without access to porn use T&A music videos and 'innocent' things like water aerobics and gymnastics for spank bank, lets atleast get them more cultured at the same time.
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