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Chimpo Come Home
Desi.
Where are you? What are you doing? Are you making a new movie/pic? It's lonely here without you. Can you show yourself--as chimp. or id, or fragmented particles?
Posters: If you miss Des, rec this piece. You don't even have to comment. If you really miss him, ask him to come home.
Come on chimpo. It's a zoo here without you.
Cypher
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Comments (31)
I miss Des too.
July 5, 2008 12:07 PM | Reply | Permalink
Thirded! I miss Desi's posts and hope to see a return to the Cafe soon!
July 5, 2008 4:02 PM | Reply | Permalink
des. i'm tired of standin' around crappy airport terminals, standin' up and feedin' the telco's my nickels, just to see if you've writ. by my figurin', you owe me $14.75. be happy to cancel if you'd write. unless of course.... yer jest preppin' for the big RE-ENTRY. hell, i'd pay for that.
July 5, 2008 5:53 PM | Reply | Permalink
quinny, you bastard. You're back. Help me get the chimp back.
July 5, 2008 5:58 PM | Reply | Permalink
he'll need treats. demand tribute.
i bring the finest maple butter, hand-wrung from the tips of the last wild maple. ice wine so cool it can't be allowed to touch the inner parts of a human. secret ashley macisaac recordings.
he may, however, be holding out for wit. they won't allow that through customs. either way.
tomorrow, i'll test a lure. a post so stupid, of such staggering inanity, that he'll have to return.
July 5, 2008 6:30 PM | Reply | Permalink
I think he might really be gone. He hasn't had much heart for this since Billy started his new regime. Hard to imagine coming here without the chimp. But he hasn't been himself. He started a thread and people came on, but he didn't want to keep his own thread going.
It may be that his muse works off Billy. And without the teaming, the chimp
July 5, 2008 6:37 PM | Reply | Permalink
...is no more. At least in that form. Did you ever see the original avatar?
July 5, 2008 6:38 PM | Reply | Permalink
saw des' liquid-head earlier. loved it. it mesed me up. a good thing.
i took the bomb as the end of it. now we see what comes in out of the wasteland. if des shows with a mel gibson avatar, i'll weep. (huh. that came out as mel gibbon the first time. potential there.)
i've thrown up my hands at the "who are you REALLY" debate. i never have gotten that. people carrying "real" names that only stand for 1/2 of 1/2 of 1/2... of a 1/2 of their genes, and thinking that's hard-headed realism. and single pics. which apparently capture them as infants, with their families, when angry, insane, late at night drunk.... dead and dusted.
and all this said, po-faced, on the web. probably using windows.
i don't get it. who is who? don't care. give a man a mask and you often learn more. maybe eliade runs a helpline.
demain.
July 5, 2008 7:10 PM | Reply | Permalink
so long quince,
wish you'd been here for the grand days when Billy was all eyes and Des was id-slippin', and the Old Guy was spouting history at everyone.
July 5, 2008 7:40 PM | Reply | Permalink
You got some bananas?
July 5, 2008 6:45 PM | Reply | Permalink
He wants a lot more than fruit. I think he can't make it without Billy. Code, I'm trying to track down some old threads that will have Chimpo's old avatar. Ideas?
July 5, 2008 6:47 PM | Reply | Permalink
This one? http://tpmcafe.talkingpointsmemo.com/talk/blogs/desidero/2008/05/25-week/
July 5, 2008 7:22 PM | Reply | Permalink
I wish I could remember the one from before he was possessed. I keep trying, and I just can't recall.
July 6, 2008 9:17 AM | Reply | Permalink
Do you mean the vomiting avatar? That was hysterical.
July 6, 2008 11:25 PM | Reply | Permalink
OK Des. I know you're out there. And I've done what I can here. Not much else to do. And seems like it's just a few of us that are willing to put our names here. So, I don't really blame you for staying away. No one gives a shit anymore. All gone to crap-speak, des.
July 5, 2008 7:08 PM | Reply | Permalink
I think Des went walkabout, Cypher, but with the intention of returning.
July 5, 2008 7:40 PM | Reply | Permalink
take it easy, gasket
July 5, 2008 7:41 PM | Reply | Permalink
You too, blue.
July 6, 2008 5:50 AM | Reply | Permalink
No blackmail, no bananas, no Uranium-232 pellets required, I am a guilt-free nuclear zone. I've been to Africa or as close as the heat would let me, looking for a connection with Chimp Ma and Chimp Pa, kettle calling kettle back, afraid they were poached but now I will poach back or at least over easy. 6000 degrees C gives a helluva suntan, take the Gulfstream west, clear the path for our high plains drifters. I feel driftless.
July 6, 2008 8:23 AM | Reply | Permalink
Dooood! Does this mean I get to keep the maple butter?
Any new developments in Africa? That 'tool-making' jones you got, catchin' on? Also wouldn't mind an update on that miscegenation with the bonobo's scheme o' your'n. Personally, baboons were always more my style, but you know that they say - "crimson arse aren't an everday thang." Ohhhhh Doctor!
July 6, 2008 9:10 AM | Reply | Permalink
Des! You gonna stick around?
July 6, 2008 9:20 AM | Reply | Permalink
One thing I realized calling for the chimp is this: The old days are really gone. Began when Billy let his face go all reality-like. And also when the 'nauts started tracking people. I didn't realize that the combination of these events would have so many pic-people not sure of who they wanted to talk with or worse, who they were "allowed" to talk with. In such a bin of mush, many of the pic-people are hard to respect. I've realized that there are some very good people here, CaliforniaPaige for example, who joins Hilary. And quinine, you may have to step up. I don't think the Chimp is ever coming back full-bloodied without Billy. And Billy has boxed himself into a corner he can't come out of. Anger is one of the best motivators of creativity, but it has to be directed against worthy pics or causes. Those two are have gone too James Dean on that, no cause. You two are the future I say.
July 6, 2008 9:36 AM | Reply | Permalink
Too depressing Cypher. Even for me. Hope gets you over the passes. That's the trouble with you chaotic types. You're good in a fight, but go looking for them. You only like Billy and Desi here. You don't care about history. That's your problem.
July 6, 2008 9:44 AM | Reply | Permalink
Cypher, I wish you could hum with me. The eternal sound of the universe is within you. And why do they make me always the last guy to go? Whatever. The three-fold sound chant it is then. Sankrit for the trail. Why not, just one last wave of the ancient Proto-Indo.
Hmm Hmm Hmm
July 6, 2008 9:50 AM | Reply | Permalink
No levi. The Goddess was first and always sings last. Easy for men to forget that I made them, and that no one knows the story without knowing me. Since I will ever sing beyond the veil, no man will ever see. They can keep singing, but never know if I hear.
That was always my intention. They keep trying though, foolish hearts.
July 6, 2008 9:57 AM | Reply | Permalink
Hope and three squares a day gets you over those passes, Donner. And a bit of a break in the weather. I remember staring up at Aconcagua in an avalanche and it staring down at me, telling me "no way". For a moment I felt for those Chilean football players, but reason called me back, I took to the pampas instead - a bit of Argentinian sirloin for the bones beats a remake of a cannibal movie, and I'm still a bit sensitive about those monkey brain entrees.
July 6, 2008 10:21 AM | Reply | Permalink
Scusi, Uruguayan team.
July 6, 2008 10:23 AM | Reply | Permalink
Next time fly with a more qualified pilot. And the movie(s) didn't show anything of the feast.
I admit leading my train into the endless snow. Turned out quite endless for most of them. But you have it right on the food. Eat or die. That was the choice. Man or chimp. Worm or kitty. Eat.
July 6, 2008 10:57 AM | Reply | Permalink
Glad you're back. Hope you had a good walk.
July 6, 2008 11:58 AM | Reply | Permalink
Just the start, just the start....
July 6, 2008 9:30 PM | Reply | Permalink
weird
October 4, 2008 10:18 AM | Reply | Permalink
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