Harald, who wears t-shirts printed with obsolete 70s synthesizers, works for a second-division media company thinking up ideas for content to be delivered to 3G telephones. He uses his videophone as a seduction tool, meeting girls from other second-division media companies after work around Tottenham Court Road: he sends them the funny photos he took as they go home to Ladbroke Grove in their minicabs, high on the nasty cocaine he buys from his 'friend' Levi, who thinks that Harald is a ghastly turdburger. He speaks in a faux-London accent and he has no real friends.
He feels sad when he goes home alone. He plays Metal Gear Solid on his own. He smokes a spliff.
He goes to bed.
Damn. He shouldn't have been such a bastard to Viv in the last year of his Communications degree at the University of North London. She was OK.
Hassan i Sabbah sometimes wears an ill-fitting thin leather jacket with stretched seams under the arms. He drives an old Citroen thinking it looks retro; it looks old and tatty and has too many old milk cartons under the rear window. Hassan is a research assistant at SOAS in Holborn, which would be cool if all his colleagues weren't 10 years younger. This does not put him off trying to shag them. His girlfriend meanwhile is 10 years older then him and works in the office at a second-rate fringe theatre in Shepherd's Bush.
One more like that, Harald, and I will post your name, your email address, your company, your position in it and everything I know about hypothetical communication devices.
Hassan's AI persona and real life are amazingly similar. He is a very smart, very erudite man. A looker, with amazing taste in clothes, bikes and women (all whom have known share a certain knowing look). He lives in the ur-warehouse space next to the park; huge sliding warehouse door and enough space to ride a bike. He pays for his place on the back of the advance of his forthcoming book on a major international publisher.
His girlfriend is a minor, soon to be major, celebrity who can do the splits. Well travelled, handsome, interesting background.
Giant is lean. He wears t-shirts with interesting designs, the sort of thing that a young graphic designer might wear, and he types in the dark (don?t ask me why), lit up by his flat panel.
you are certainly in the right ballpark.
What's funny is that the night before you posted this I was working on my powerbook doing a new layout for one of our library publications and had no lights on in the room (using a flylight to see the keys). Creepy, huh?
I would guess what you look like, but I am horrible at that. My mental image of people is more like a little network of associations they have expressed to me, so there is no definitive visual representation.
Pretty wrong in the sunlight department, in either case. I bet you enjoy few things more than driving around under a beaming sun in your (?) Z3 or Z8 or 318i, or some other model still, convertible.
I bet you enjoy few things more than driving around under a beaming sun in your (?) Z3 or Z8 or 318i, or some other model still, convertible.
Oh yes, with one of those slight cotton-woolish jerseys tied loosely around your neck. And sunglasses, moving intermittently between the bridge of your nose and your elaborate (?) hairdo.
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He feels sad when he goes home alone. He plays Metal Gear Solid on his own. He smokes a spliff.
He goes to bed.
Damn. He shouldn't have been such a bastard to Viv in the last year of his Communications degree at the University of North London. She was OK.
His green Iranian eyes look sad these days.
Frozen pizza again tonight.
His girlfriend is a minor, soon to be major, celebrity who can do the splits. Well travelled, handsome, interesting background.
You'd wish you were Hassan if you knew him.
Hassan and Harald, everyone's favorite london duo.
Todays revelation (for me at least): Harald doesn´t live in Oslo?
Originally posted by Hassan i Sabbah
Giant is lean. He wears t-shirts with interesting designs, the sort of thing that a young graphic designer might wear, and he types in the dark (don?t ask me why), lit up by his flat panel.
you are certainly in the right ballpark.
What's funny is that the night before you posted this I was working on my powerbook doing a new layout for one of our library publications and had no lights on in the room (using a flylight to see the keys). Creepy, huh?
I would guess what you look like, but I am horrible at that. My mental image of people is more like a little network of associations they have expressed to me, so there is no definitive visual representation.
Originally posted by Placebo
I imagine jonathan to be a lanky freckled grad with a slight aversion to sunlight.
how wrong can you be?
Originally posted by Jonathan
how wrong can you be?
Pretty wrong in the sunlight department, in either case. I bet you enjoy few things more than driving around under a beaming sun in your (?) Z3 or Z8 or 318i, or some other model still, convertible.
Originally posted by der Kopf
I bet you enjoy few things more than driving around under a beaming sun in your (?) Z3 or Z8 or 318i, or some other model still, convertible.
Oh yes, with one of those slight cotton-woolish jerseys tied loosely around your neck. And sunglasses, moving intermittently between the bridge of your nose and your elaborate (?) hairdo.
Originally posted by Moogs
Aquafire reminds me a lot of Ogie Oglethorpe.
Nah..Right game..but I am more like " Happy Gilmore "
Touch my Puck...? Yeah right....
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Originally posted by Placebo
[Somebody do me!]
Get a significant other.
Nick