Modern Chat Rooms

In Amerka, it's hard to love soccer - if you can even call it love. The only person who can express a human's connection to sport worthy of words is George Will, although does anybody know who he is, because he's a stand-up guy, a columnist for Punch magazine and the like, but his descriptions of baseball - a sport I truly truly hate - make even my diamond-fisted fists melt into fists of admiration for the nuance and damnation that competition ought to mean. And that's what George Will describes: the nuance, but there is plenty more: competition strung together on a population's guts couldn't describe this for miles.

What is more puzzling is the chat rooms I want to present. We love chatrooms, and we think it's because we came of age with such other young sexy girls our age, usually very sweet and mature, who would private message us pictures of their weiners, which made for lingering memories. In junior high it was easy to ferment in such a gross stink of early-ish internet porn and odd web wandering, so I fell heavy for computers - a nerdy enough pursuit, which is probably why an online star wars gaming/fan club appealed to my weird automatic responses. This may all say more about how I was, and am, a loser, but one ought to check the website out: it still exists at http://emperorshammer.org. They too had chatrooms, but these weren't like AOL's "hidden tranny" rooms, these were safe zones where bizarre folk could socialize in the character of their chosen star wars personas. It was a lot of fun, and I made some lasting friends who are probably in their late fifties by now.

Which brings me to today, a dozen or some-odd years later, when I came across another chat room, I think for the first time since the wheat-tide of my youth, and it was like seeing someone from my past, recognizably less awkward, but still unattractive and boring, but as long as their not actively shitty, then it should be alright to entertain them. And from the following graphics, the entertained me if not more.

Err, you'll have to click on them to read them...
And I'm the asshole under the handle onetwothree