Scribble meets most of the generally-accepted criteria for sentience.
Elendil’s Heir would probably pass the Turing test.
No person in his right mind would think of Scribble as *the *worst person in the world.
You’ve got to hand it to Scribble - he’s actually got near-complete control of his excretory functions.
Have a nice Christmas Elendil’s Heir. I hope you get that dictionary you need.
Anyone who knows Cicero will usually admit it.
It’s said that Rhubarb makes a perfectly acceptable pie.
Do you know how it’s said that someone is “all that and a bag of chips?”
sturmhauke is that bag of chips.
Eutychus sure helps us new guys know it’s okay to make a boring post. Thanks.
I’ll never forget Smooth Jack. She was the first woman I didn’t have to pay for.
What? You’re shitting me, right? I though it was a nickname. Ya know? Smooth Jack. Get it?
Damn!
Contrapuntal’s *nom-de-plume * cleverly spins his utter tone-deafness into something positive-sounding. No Doper mangles a tune like our Contrapuntal!
Scrivener, I’ve polled my fellow Dopers, and we’ve decided - although by a narrow majority - that you’re deserving of further existence. So we won’t be taking out a contract on you after all. Merry Christmas!
*Elendil’s Heir is being generous. Uncharacteristically 
I am pleased to report that According to Pliny can correctly identify colors, recite the alphabet and spell the numbers from 1 to 10. He has also demonstrated acceptable personal hygiene in the past month.
Rhubarb may not be the thread-killer here, for a change.
If I had to either sleep with featherlou or eat a bullet, the bullet would be by no means a foregone conclusion.
Kudos to Malacandra for that valiant attempt at faint praise.
As I gather my thoughts with an aim to praise Liberal, I am seized by a sense of deja vu… much as I feel when I read his opinioned posts in GD!
Okay, here’s the praise: Liberal’s words go down easier than the fishbone I just swallowed, which stuck in my craw and ultimately had to be dislodged with a small rolled-up ball of bread.
I find The Scrivener’s posts 10 times more interesting now than I did when they were 10 times less interesting than they are now.
The Wit and Wisdom of Chez Guevara, Quantified: What there is of it is just fine.
The Wit and Wisdom of Chez Guevara, Qualified: Such as it is, there is a gracious plenty.