Does your answer change depending on Revenant Threshold’s?
Yep - if you look at the posts, you’ll see that some of them don’t bear either my name or yours (which is Minotaurus, by the way). These posts are by other people; people who are neither you or me. Hence “we”, a term for either a group of people or a poorly marketed games console.
So far I can count more than a dozen dopers who agree with the OP and none with you, that should give you a clue.
or you are “all” them ?
Is he channeling Adam West?
My secret is out! Yes, i’m actually every poster to the SDMB. I’m impressed that your razor-sharp intellect has spotted me in my many sock-puppet disguises when the mods have not. Clearly, i’ve underestimated you.
Ohhhh baby, is there ever. Lemme tell you a story about when I met Revenant Threshold. (This story takes us back a few years, but I think it’s worth it for the human perspective it’ll impart on you, gentle reader.)
See, once upon a time, I was quite the impressionable punha. (Some MADs doubtlessly remember this time.) Revenant Threshold happened to come west for a dopefest. He and I met there, and … well, it was one of those meetings of the minds, the bodies, the souls, the circus peanuts. Things clicked.
But I was a little nervous about pursuing something at my tender age (and his), and considering Revenant Threshold and I had only just barely met in person very recently. So continued we, merrily, along that road so many newly coupled have skipped along. We’d stop on the side of the road (really, more like a dirt path) and pick flowers, or I’d climb a tree and he’d marvel at my agility, or he’d pull out a book of Cyrillic poetry and we’d take turns reading to each other from it.
One day, during a particularly hard rain, we opted instead for the cover of trees. We started cuddling under a nice, old oak.
One thing led to another, and I happened to discover that there was indeed more to Revenant Threshold than met the eye. Evidently the poor darling had been wearing … well, he wasn’t sure I’d still like him as more than a friend if he revealed a cute little tummy covering that tender midsection of his.
Since that day, he’s gotten a little more … well, not forward so much as ripe with sense of self. (Not that he smells like sense of self. It’s more a light musky scent with a dash of petunias, really. Don’t ask; it works for him, and that’s all we care about in the world.)
So yes. There is more of him, and it’s lovable and sexy and soft and comfortable and … oh boy do I need a cold shower.
you should be more concerned about aliens landing in your garden
He is Adam West!!
And yet another program fails the Turing test.
Oh, wait – that was his mom. :smack:
Minotaurus - this thread was written with the aim of announcing the concern of members of this board that you are a lying, shit-stirring troll at worst or just a particularly stupid bigot at best.
The replies you have posted are not related to the accusations against you.
You are avoiding the actual topic because you do not have any defence.
If you have a defence, post it (Clarification: ‘you are clueless’ is not a defence, just so you know).
The replies you have posted do not make you seem clever or funny. They make you seem stupid and childish. We do not actually require further proof of your stupidity or immaturity.
Stop dancing about the thread scattering poorly constructed six-word sentences here and there with no regard as to what is actually being discussed.
You are latching on to extremely poor ideas in your attempts to avoid posting an actual response. You know perfectly well by ‘we’ he meant members of the board and not multiple versions of himself, you idiot.
We know you know that and we know you are frantically searching for a defense that you just do not possess the intellectual ability to think of, put into words and type up in a sensible, readable manner.
The thread was opened to discuss your (pretty crappy) posting behaviour and not for you to jerk off in over being a rude, bigoted & intentional troublemaker and the supposed cluelessness of people daring to call you out on it.
Wrap your fun-sized excuse for a mind around this simple idea and deal with it.
Quit stalling and fucking about.
I just meant that I had never really noticed you before and was surprised to note how witty you were. Sheesh, can’t even give a compliment around here.
Well, but who ever heard of clams living in woodwork anyway? Retaining walls, yeah, even grottoes; but woodwork? Come on now!
Woodwork squeaks and Out Come the Freaks.
Shipworms?
I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
I’m crying.
And might I add, the title of this particular pitting is worthy of special recognition…is there a Hall of Fame for such things? Should we start one?
Oh, and according to my battered copy of the Dungeon Master’s Guide and Monster Manual, when you’ve finished beating the guest of honor, we’ll need to douse the corpse with oil and burn him up…unless your rapier wit is actually a Sword of Wounding…
Oh, bad luck, Clamster. You so nearly made it. Unfortunately the great god Gaudere is not so easily appeased. 