Les Soeurs Connues
This article has set up a Vichy government. What’s the word behind all the hatred against the French? Arrogance. Do you see where I’m going with this?
Ryoko: He has taken Marathon gaming by storm ever since he started playing and mapping. He reigns like a king over us all. He was born on Pfhorums, but his real goal is just over the Channel (no pun intended) and he will soon take over ESB. I introduce to you William the Conqueror.
Treellama: If one of us were to ask André Gide who the greatest Aleph One programmer was, he would think back to Victor Hugo and say, “Treellama, hélas!”
W’rkncacnter: This fine dandy decided one day to rebel against Marathon, to use his boredom as the source of his art. He wasn’t afraid to breach taboo subjects. He recorded the babblings of the whore, the histrion, and the beggar, and he has cultivated the flowers of evil. When he addresses me, he might as well call me “mon semblable, mon frère.” He has the honor of being Charles Baudelaire.
Thermoplyae: [AN: Screw math, this is my article.] I admire Thermo. In his every endeavor, he uses his subconscious to guide him to new, often religious, heights. It was in creating his greatest work (Smithy) that he rejoined with his CLIQUE faith, and learned to 4GET. His insistence on using ML for anything but half-wit mathematical proofs borders on 19th-century-style Decadence. Who else could he be but the reincarnation of Huysmans?
Ray: Such jovial wit, such expressiveness, such an eye for comedy. Ray breathes, craps, and thinks of his hot sister in rhyming couplets. With all the cigarettes, he can’t tell his cough really comes from tuberculosis. He is Molière.
Irons: Let’s delay the inevitable (hot sister). Instead, let’s focus on my strict adherence to the rules, only to bend them back and forth; I come so close to perfection, so close—and I veer away. I know that Un coup de dés jamais n’abolira le hasard. Do you? There’s one other man who can say such a thing: Stéphane Mallarmé.
SPECIAL BONUS: Bridget. He’s a guy, but I know deep down he wants to be Alizée.








Syringe Guy by thermoplyae — October 2, 2008 @ 12:48 am
There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying: “Wrk!
“You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!
“That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
“Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
“Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
“Oh keep the Dog far hence, that’s friend to men,
“Or with his nails he’ll dig it up again!
“You! hypocrite lecteur! — mon semblable, — mon frère!”
(I have little to say because I know nothing about Frenchmen.)
Syringe Guy by r — October 6, 2008 @ 8:07 pm
I know I said this to you already, Irons, but this article really stomps the German one.
Syringe Guy by irons — October 6, 2008 @ 9:56 pm
I’m just a greater expert on French people than I am on the Germans.