Post by scott on Jun 12, 2008 11:29:48 GMT -5
As the SC grew and aged, friendships were formed, nurtured and eventually dissolved.
As we move forward, I look to the future.
Who will I grow to hate?
Who will be my unexpected ally in the future?
Who will maintain their place by my side as true friend?
Here's where I see the Vanity Council in 2014.
I hate Shimmergloom. Not only is he still posting threads about Smallville, he refuses to play Halo 6 online with us because after achieving the rank of General on Halo 4, he claims to have attained video game perfection and is so warped by his obsession that playing anything else is beneath him. Except for Hanna Montana Beach Volleyball: Extreme Edition.
I never talk to Ben. Obsessed with staying on the cutting edge of music and politics, Ben and I eventually have nothing incommon. It's been years since we sent eachother cell phone pictures of our balls and infact, we don't even keep eachother's numbers in our cell phones. Occasionally, we post in the same threads about what a jerk Shimmergloom is.
Mike has left the VC but drops by every now and then to say hi and tell us he's had another kid.
Alex is my most regular posting partner, having long since put our musical differences aside for the common goal of relentlessly annoying Justin.
Justin posts from his throne atop a mountain of skulls. Derranged by life in the Canadian wilderness, his e-persona becomes a chaotic, unpredictable voice. Constantly posting random gibberish in thread after thread, he's less a poster and more like an inconvenient corruption of internet data that affects the flow of conversation.
Hugh Jarekshun still posts and I have no idea who is is.
As we move forward, I look to the future.
Who will I grow to hate?
Who will be my unexpected ally in the future?
Who will maintain their place by my side as true friend?
Here's where I see the Vanity Council in 2014.
I hate Shimmergloom. Not only is he still posting threads about Smallville, he refuses to play Halo 6 online with us because after achieving the rank of General on Halo 4, he claims to have attained video game perfection and is so warped by his obsession that playing anything else is beneath him. Except for Hanna Montana Beach Volleyball: Extreme Edition.
I never talk to Ben. Obsessed with staying on the cutting edge of music and politics, Ben and I eventually have nothing incommon. It's been years since we sent eachother cell phone pictures of our balls and infact, we don't even keep eachother's numbers in our cell phones. Occasionally, we post in the same threads about what a jerk Shimmergloom is.
Mike has left the VC but drops by every now and then to say hi and tell us he's had another kid.
Alex is my most regular posting partner, having long since put our musical differences aside for the common goal of relentlessly annoying Justin.
Justin posts from his throne atop a mountain of skulls. Derranged by life in the Canadian wilderness, his e-persona becomes a chaotic, unpredictable voice. Constantly posting random gibberish in thread after thread, he's less a poster and more like an inconvenient corruption of internet data that affects the flow of conversation.
Hugh Jarekshun still posts and I have no idea who is is.