Well it’s so nice of you to inquire from on high.
The Flying Dutchman’s point was amazingly fucking stupid and there is no point in trying to reply with logic. I guess we could counter by pointing out that Hitler was an artist but that would be too obvious.
Aw, man, now you’ve gone and Godwinized the thread. Party-pooper.
Yeah, I wish he took the time to Simonize it instead. It could used a shiny new coat.
Godwin should be stuffed in a trash can as a cheap way of stifling expression. Sometimes comparisons like this are justified.
Godwin is worse than Hitler!
Damn that Godwin! The Fascist bastard!
Was he by any chance an engineer?
Perhaps. Perhaps.
Oh, come on! Sure, he may have been a psycopathic mass murdering egomaniac, but there’s no need to get insulting!
But, but, but, … even those of us who have been out of the game for 24 years can still be arrogant and insulting. It’s the one part of our training and we never forget although we might very well forget that E = IR.
The Engineers are still bickering? Just because they aren’t real scientists they keep putting on such airs and graces…
Does someone have a score card? I’ve lost track of who is mocking whom and for what.
It was funny until you rolled your eyes.
Ah yes, snowing our instructors with lots o’ that fancy-talk, that’s what us English majors do. Because English professors, especially the upper-division ones, were never actually students who tried to BS their professors. Also, they are all incredibly inexperienced in reading or writing essays and articles and therefore can’t tell pretty words splattered on a page from thoughtful discourse.
I was once forced out of my job by an incredibly condescending engineer. I knew a great deal about computers and he was our Thinkpad tech. Whenever I asked him a question – from “I’m getting this error and I’ve tried this, this, and that, and I think they need a new hard drive, am I right?” to “We sent this computer part out for repair and the database says it’s back, but it’s not in the safe; do you know where it is?” he would huff and sigh and ask me very elementary questions. I understand this in the first week or two I’m on the job, but after realizing that yes, I do know what I’m talking about, he might have treated me like a human being.
But he was an engineer, and I wasn’t. There was no way on God’s green earth that an English major could possibly diagnose a hardware issue, and if the part that had just come in was sitting on his desk, open and out of the box and covered in stacks of paper, it was my fault for not knowing where it was.
I told my boss I couldn’t deal with him anymore. She essentially said “Fine, but he’s worth more to us than you, so don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”
Then again, my dad’s an engineer. I like my dad. I have a lot of friends who went into engineering. They’re spiffy people. But I’ve dealt with many engineers who go into any situation with a non-engineer with a sense that they know ever so much more. These are frequently also the people who commonly can’t spell or parse a written sentence correctly, yet they look down on me for having a BA in English. They make a great deal of money with their genius in math and physics, and I translate their words like a priest for the Oracle of Delphi (frankly, sometimes it seems like the engineers are more stoned than the Oracle…)
**WOOHOO!
NERD FIGHT!**
Well, yea, that part I had figured out. But which are the “Shark Nerds” and which are the “Jet Nerds”? 
Your Thinkpad tech was an engineer? Talk about overkill! Some of our best techs didn’t even have college degrees and couldn’t have designed an original circuit if their lives depended on it.
Strange but true. Maybe the MBA program figured it needed the BEST THINKPAD TECH EVER. Or maybe IBM shunted him off because they hated him as much as I did.
Ahem, thats V=IR. You damn EEs hijacked our physics formulas and messed them up with your secret society alphabet. But then, the young and immature branch sciences are prone to that…
Physics degree, going for my second in EE, and insist on using Physics notation to irk my professors