Post by Jack of Blades on Jan 20, 2007 18:23:37 GMT -5
(The rich aura of mahogany. Forever bringing the connotations of professionalism and academia in the chosen vocation. Doctors have mahogany. Housemaids don't. They clean mahogany for the doctors but for the definition, they're is a lack of ownership over mahogany for such folks. You don't get a degree for a supposedly substantial increase in wage over those that are uneducated; you get a degree so you can fittingly boast the particular type of wood I have intimated in this description. And here, Blades and Jesper sit in antique chairs of that most respected of tree bark, examining bookcases of the elite timber.
Jesper Reisert: How about 'The Last Son of Krypton?'
Jack of Blades: Perhaps you weren't the correct source. Maybe I should talk to someone a little more grounded in the industry. They seem to be able to create a variety of popular names for themselves that prompt respect and exude hyperbole.
Jesper Reisert: Like J.J. Biggs?
Jack of Blades: 'The Greatest.' Yes, to a degree. Except I'd prefer for my title to have a developed ground in fact as opposed to being, a shining example of flagrant franchising. I conceed that Biggs is of a considerable talent but to define himself as 'The Greatest' and above all others is a lie. Surely, someone who is 'The Greatest' would not have been beaten three weeks in a row in my debutante period and would have spent more time in the highest echelon of talent that a release of flatulence in the wind.
Jesper Reisert: But he looks like that movie star...I don't know his name. Um, Steve Buscemi.
Jack of Blades: Yes, indeed. Maybe I shouldn't have an adjective as a singular addage, understand?
Jesper Reisert: No. But what about Danny Vice? You could talk to him about coming up with something...
Jack of Blades: I would but I very much find no urge to take advice on this particular debate from someone whose own title has undeniable connotations of a homeless denzine with no workable prospects, usually frequenting the transit system with optionable stained trousers depending how you paint the picture.
Jesper Reisert: You could've asked that King Kennedy man who used to be around. I don't know where he got his ideas from.
(Both Jack of Blades and Jesper turn to the camera directly as if to give a metaphorical wink to the viewers.)
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Jesper Reisert: How about 'The Last Son of Krypton?'
Jack of Blades: Perhaps you weren't the correct source. Maybe I should talk to someone a little more grounded in the industry. They seem to be able to create a variety of popular names for themselves that prompt respect and exude hyperbole.
Jesper Reisert: Like J.J. Biggs?
Jack of Blades: 'The Greatest.' Yes, to a degree. Except I'd prefer for my title to have a developed ground in fact as opposed to being, a shining example of flagrant franchising. I conceed that Biggs is of a considerable talent but to define himself as 'The Greatest' and above all others is a lie. Surely, someone who is 'The Greatest' would not have been beaten three weeks in a row in my debutante period and would have spent more time in the highest echelon of talent that a release of flatulence in the wind.
Jesper Reisert: But he looks like that movie star...I don't know his name. Um, Steve Buscemi.
Jack of Blades: Yes, indeed. Maybe I shouldn't have an adjective as a singular addage, understand?
Jesper Reisert: No. But what about Danny Vice? You could talk to him about coming up with something...
Jack of Blades: I would but I very much find no urge to take advice on this particular debate from someone whose own title has undeniable connotations of a homeless denzine with no workable prospects, usually frequenting the transit system with optionable stained trousers depending how you paint the picture.
Jesper Reisert: You could've asked that King Kennedy man who used to be around. I don't know where he got his ideas from.
(Both Jack of Blades and Jesper turn to the camera directly as if to give a metaphorical wink to the viewers.)
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