2006.01.15 Lobe Wars
I think too damn much. It's not that I bleach the joy from things by dwelling on them far too intensely. OK, it would be that too, except that I've developed a high tolerance for that particular facet of my overthinking. No, it's more a simple matter of my brain getting a little too damn crowded, and my weary skills and faculties are getting a little sick and tired of all the input and suggestions.
Dramatis Personae
- Lobey - hyperactive ideas guy
- Parietus - analytical weilder of functional skills, nominal leader
- Medulla - surly representative of physical aspects
Lobey: Hey guys! Listen to this-
Parietus: Aw, Lobey, listen: we just got home from a hard day of professional thinking. How about we just take a break for a little while, huh?
Lobey: No, listen, it's too great to pass up!
Medulla: Shaddup.
Grabs scissors and jams them into skull, silencing everyone.
All right, I'll admit that didn't go too well.
Parietus: It seems to be a common tendency to underestimate the potency of physical urges, as embodied by Medulla here. We would do well to keep that in mind, in order to temper future discussions.
Medulla: Ha ha. You're just huffy because I won.
Parietus: No, I'm huffy because I suffer from continual smug superiority. And you didn't win, you just got the final say in a somewhat abrupt manner due to an unlikely permissivity regarding your input. Normally, your suggestions get filtered through me before anything actually happens.
Lobey: Yeah, but you have to admit that it was pretty funny.
Parietus: Indeed, I do appreciate the unexpected twist that it represented. Nevertheless, it was essentially an aberration. I suspect that you had some influence in that.
Lobey: Well, sure. It was pretty obvious that actually writing down all the stuff I was wanting to say about The Feeling Machine and its next section Efflorescence, and cars, and the two AIF plots ready to go for when it's Dave's turn to be a player again, and more cars, and the novel idea about Dad and the related idea for another novella about being a supervillain, and organizing a bunch of the other engineers at work to test cars and sell the results to car magazines, and stuff about S... well, that the writing portion was going to have to go through you, Parietus, and that you'd get bored even before the keys got pressed.
Parietus: Ah.
Lobey: So, you know, I just decided to have some fun with it.
Parietus: I see.
Lobey: Plus, a little bit of snide pre-emptive revenge by not giving you a chance to drone on with your usual smug superiority. We've had to put up with enough of that stuff with your contemplations about politics lately.
Medulla: That was a little be me too. Heh heh.
Parietus: I don't doubt it. You do realize that there is no such thing as "pre-emptive revenge", it's quite paradoxical.
Lobey: Oh, whatever. You know what I meant. The intrinsic impossibility of it is a huge part of the charm of the description. Insisting on fiddling consistency like that is why you keep us from properly enjoying Star Trek, you know, you uppity jerk.
Medulla: I miss S.
Parietus: Lobey, don't be so... childish. Enjoying Star Dreck is just fine, as long as you don't expect the writers do to anything more than just half-ass the technobabble component. I don't mean to ruin anything for anyone, I just refuse to pretend that it doesn't have glaring flaws.
Medulla: I miss S.
Parietus: We heard you, Medulla, we heard you. Why are you telling us that now?
Medulla: 'Cause it's important.
Parietus: I don't see he it has any bearing at the moment.
Lobey: I miss her too.
Parietus: Don't you get started, you little pervert. Medulla's burning primitive drives are one thing, but you're prone to including some rather unlikely fantasies which might be interpreted in an undignified manner.
Lobey: But they'd be fun! She's usually interested in hearing about it.
Medulla: MmmmmMMMMM...
Parietus: Oh great. Now we're all going to shut down due to lack of blood flow any moment. For the record, though, I miss her too - maybe even more than you two. She's the single most stimulating thing I've ever encountered, and I count every single moment that we don't get to interact with her as another moment that hasn't fully reached its potential. But as great as our fondness and appreciation for her is, we have to continue functioning as a complete person unto ourselves, and maintain our self-sufficiency and independence. It's what lets us interact with her the most fully, as well as letting us maintain our self respect. Besides, do you really think that she would be as interested in interacting with us if we were just a drooling sycophant?
Lobey: Well, we're never going to know unless we ask her, right?
Parietus: Never mind. Medulla, you have the conn.
Lobey: You need any help, big fella? I've got ideas about what she might look like in a leather catsuit.
Medulla: Nah, I'm good. HmmmmmMMMMMMmmmm...!