I am like a stinky cheese; I'm an acquired taste. I can, and do, rub people the wrong way. Whether it's my constant unyielding attempts at comedy shtick or even my choice of conversational subject matter, such as detailed provisions of information on the state of my colonic union, then people can and do get the shits with me (1). Some people avoid me. Some people at work even actively don't like me and consider me odd (slash) eccentric.
But now and then I do get to strike it lucky and meet new people that don't seem to mind my presence. At death-defying, and largely I think 'cos there's a lot of like-minded fun-in-mindset peeps there, I have managed to strike it lucky with getting to know people—and all people outside my usual social circle of nerd-game playing friends.
And thanks to DD I met the Pees (2). By Pees of course I mean P--- and P---, who've I've done a few death-defying sessions with (3). We met for lunch today, and sat outside to eat and just shoot the shit. Mind you I did most of the shit-shooting, pumped up as I was with chocolate-fused caffeine from the über mochas theBoss and I chugged at around 10.30 of the am (4). I'm hoping my verbal diarrhoea didn't put them off, let alone the chunk of beetroot dip that I spat at P--- by mistake when I overly excitedly went on with a stream of consciousness riff about whatever I was blathering on with at the time my violently violet fluorescent spittle crossed the table to ping off his arm.
The lunch ended with an agreed way forward for a lad day of playing board games—such as Descent: Journeys in the Dark (which I'd not heard of) or Talisman—and I presume eating of the chips and the drinking of the soft drinks. Except in my case 'cos at the moment I can't do the latter.
Anyhow it was nice to just be outside on a late-Winter's day in Canberra, hanging out with a pair of interesting guys and talking crap for an hour. Even if I did spit a chunk of purple-hued food at one of them.
Next time, other P---, next time.
(2) Oh, and speaking of pee parties...(2a)(2b)(2a) You've been earwormed, mutha-fucker.
(2b) Oh, and another one! I seem to talk a lot about shits and wees on this blog. There's probably enough material in this blog for an entire psych conference (2c).
(2c) See from 6:10. Though really, to do Fawlty Towers justice, you should see the entire episode. Hell, see the series. It is one of the stand-out gems of TV comedy history and perfectly plotted sitcoms ever made; with plot neatly entwined with comedic acting. Fuck me, such awesome writing. Kudos, Mr Cleese, kudos.
(3) Death-defying, my name for the in the community activity I've been doing this year. It's mostly fun but occasionally intense. Sometimes even uncomfortable and untoward.
(4) That was down to the fact theBoss put the same amount of coffee in the pot as we had for when we had four people in the team but only half the water as there were just two of us. The coffee was so strong it needed at least two heaped teaspoons of Cadbury's chocolate powder to take the edge off; the concept of the combo of chocolate powder and brewed coffee introduced to me by the dearly departed S--- whose absence has already been mournfully felt by both of us. Especially when a bunch of work rolled in. Damn you, Canberra-wide recruitment freeze!