Re: InterGalaticNonsense [i'm bored][WAS: Re: [CH] RE:

Console IIcx (tfnews@gate.net)
Sat, 12 Dec 1998 23:41:10 -0500

I stand humbled and enlightened, bless you.

Best of growing,

Bob Cannon
http://www.gate.net/~tfnews


OblioThePointedChileHead wrote:
> 
> i was born in a chile field.  raised by chile farmers.  was eating chiles
> by the time i was, well, shortly after birth, although not actually eating
> them.  mom says she rubbed the interior flesh of freshly cut jalapeņos on
> her nipples all the while i was nursing so as I would get the wonderful
> benefits of chiles into my system at a very young age.  that may not be
> completely true though as i found out later that my mother was a masochist
> by nature and poppa was just a bit too good natured for her sexual desires,
> so while the method did indeed get me to ingest capsiacin at an early, and
> proper, age, it wasn't a common method for my people...at least not that i
> know of.  but i digress.
> 
> point is, in my land, where the chile fields stretched for miles and miles,
> where chiles were a way of life, the reason for life, symbolic of El Grande
> and Enlightenment, and indeed, it seems the reason our planet,
> BlueHabanero, exists, well, habanero ain't got no tilde.  well, actually,
> the language is completely different from spanish, so obviously there's no
> tilde.  in fact, my native language would be sort of a mix of sounds one
> makes when exhaling and that of humming; yet not quite anything like humans
> have ever heard.  now that i think of it, most communication between my
> people is done telepathically - sex being the exception, although the
> sounds involved during sex between my people are fairly akin to that of
> human screams and a tenor singing opera [i'm thinking Young
> Frankensteinish, yeah]; the biting, which typically is what brings forth
> the rare audible blathering of my kind, well, that's not too common for
> your species.  well, the biting isn't common to sexual interactions that
> is, well, not for most bipedal creatures, but i digress.  it would be
> pretty alien to humans anyway, our language, a facsimile of it, best i
> could muster.  oh, alien.  ha.  i made a joke.
> 
> but there's no tildes, regardless.  habanero.
> 
> actually, i'm just guessing.  the language is unwritten too.  no one has
> ever thought about it i suppose.  writing.  tildes.  not biting.  strange.
> 
> i miss my home planet.  i miss looking out of our house, well, in human
> eyes it would probably look somewhat cave-like, or maybe like an igloo.
> yeah.  but with amenities you wouldn't believe, well, obviously. anyway, i
> miss looking out our domicile and seeing miles and miles of chiles before
> my eyes. i miss waking up early on easter morning to search for easter
> chiles.  well, we don't celebrate easter.  no one knows when El Grande came
> into existence, but we have many celebrations throughout the year, well, we
> don't measure time in years, don't measure time at all really, no point,
> but regardless, we have celebrations and for one of them we search for
> chiles.  of course, we're surrounded by chiles so the game is sort of
> stupid if not boring, but when one is young and still sort of mushy in the
> brain, you're amused easily.
> 
> i miss my friend, TitebuttokChx, too.  she was my mentor in All Things
> Chile.  i cannot divulge all she taught me since it's forbidden, not to
> mention pretty incomprehensible for humans, or at least most of it,
> although i think the flogging bits and chanting are fairly similar to,
> well, flogging and chanting here on earth, but i cannot say any more.  i
> may be willing to share some of the knowledge with young females who are
> looking to come closer to El Grande, who are looking for Enlightenment.  it
> would be nice if they would pay my rent too.  a fair trade, i believe.
> such a nubile should also have no aversion towards hair, fine foods,
> leather, jell-o [TM!], and be ready to spend many years in deep meditation
> and learning.  she should like hendrix too.  hendrix.  he makes the longing
> for my home planet bearable.  the loneliness for my parents, my
> mentor/friend, my dog.  well, it wasn't really a dog.  nothing a human
> would recognize.  run like hell from, screaming bloody murder, probably,
> not that a human could out run a full grown...oh, never mind...
> 
> be humble, be forgiving, and be devoted to El Grande and All Things Chile.
> one day you too may visit my planet, BlueHabanero.
> 
> In Chiles We Trust and Praise Be El Grande
> 
> Oblio