Metasyntactic Variables: Thursday

Thursday

Tim: Hello Friend,

I am hoping that you will be my friend to appreciate monies thhat you can help for me! Much monies that I need to get out of the country of my.!

I will send to a bank of youre choosing. Then you can take for checks to send back to me and keep the wrest!!

Okay! friendly!

I will simply need youre bank number of accounting and pleese to send quickly!!

Friendly!

Tracy: This is not endearing you to me.

Tim: Does this mean no numbers?

Tracy: And also, I might send Spider to your house.

Tim: I do not believe that is how you should treat a friendly friend, dude.

Tracy: Don't make me come over there.

Tim: Bring it. I have ice cream.

Tracy: Oh. Well, as long as there's ice cream...Great. Now I want a root beer float.

Tim: Can't help you there. But I have some chocolate soda. I bet that would make a kick ass float.

Tracy: OK, now you're just being mean.

1 comment:

The DemigoddessJuly 22, 2010 at 2:34 AM
I get emails like that first line all the time from some girl wit an Indian or Mexican name. And I am not even a dude.
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Tim: "What's a really uncommon name for nonsense? That could make a good title."

Tracy: "Metasyntactic Variables."

Tim: "Holy Shit, that's brilliant. Are those actual words?"

Tracy: "Yes. When I am writing and suddenly the sentence turns into woss-names and blabbity, I am defaulting to metasyntactic variables."

Tim: "That was pretty impressive. Is that too wordy of a blog title, do you think?"

Tracy: "Not really, but we'll have to keep explaining it to people."

Tim: "Not if I put this conversation in the sidebar."

Tracy: "Go for it."

Tim: "Sweet."

Tim was born on the Deathstar. For the most part, his early years were pretty sweet- mostly because he had a lot of robots. Then, one morning, Tim was trying to get a piece of English muffin out of the toaster with a knife, and a jolt of electricity sent him back in time to the jungles of Mozambique. Soon after, he met Tracy, who was not a robot, but Tim liked her despite this. Even though the food was not up to Deathstar quality, life was enjoyable until the great circus monkey rise-up of 2010. Then life sucked donkey balls. Tim's days now consist of practicing the art of the Ninja-Bee way, and texting Tracy in code from his cave on the opposite side of the country.

Sometimes he also plays Backgammon with the hobos, but he does not tell Tracy about that.