700, 300, 9000, work some arcane magic with those numbers and the occult vapors will reveal infinity to you. But be careful, if your incantation has an improper intonation, you might compel Aleister Crowley to rise from the bog. Or Ozzie Osborne. Or worse.
I responded to post#7550.
Sorry about the confusion.
Does anyone know where he is? Just wondering. No reason at all.
He is everywhere around us. Waiting. Watching. Numerologying.
Counting down the days?
Fucking CHronos had to go and close the thread, right when we were starting to learn stuff.
It’s hard for me to joke about that kind of thing, just like I find movies like The Aviator and A Beautiful Mind really hard to watch. If you’ve known people like this in person, it’s frightening how serious it is to them. I can appreciate the concept of gallows humor, and I’m not an offenderati type; just speaking for myself, I just feel a lot of sympathy, and also fear that it could possibly be down the road for me because it does run in my family.
I just assumed that he was coked outta his gourd rather than actually crazy. As I was reading his screed, I found myself imagining him going sniff after every other sentence.
IANA medical or psychiatric professional of any sort, but I’m of the view that that was genuine crazy, not just internet crazy, and that closing the thread was a good call.
Yeah, I kind of regret saying anything. The temptation to say “look at this!” is immediate, and the realization that maybe I shouldn’t be laughing only follows later. Sometimes I wish my posting was on tape delay.
I just couldn’t make it through all of the wall of numbers, but I have at least a passing familiarity with numerology, as something I studied when I was like, 10. Which is 1, or somesuch nonsense.
It’s about looking for patterns and stuff like that and you see from that post how far down the rabbit hole you can go.
Which is why you need to troll him by replying (no quote) something like “No, that’s wrong. 3.” 
Nobody’s perfect, oh…wait, nm.
As a Certified Class Clown, I’d like to point out that I can (and indeed, should!) laugh at people who are deluded and people who are merely full of themselves, as well as people who are on the spectrum or batshit cray-cray.
And come to think of it, there’s nothing funnier than Normal People (oh, c’mon, you’ve seen 'em, driving their Corollas to the church Book Group potluck with a casserole covered with foil and a plate of 7-Layer Bars, also covered with foil), so I guess I laugh at everyone.
What is this “realization that maybe I shouldn’t be laughing” you speak of?
I think Gyrate said it well - “internet crazy” is fair game and I will continue to point at them until they pry my finger from my cold, dead finger. But the truly insane, of the kind that need institutional help, are too far for me personally. After reflection, my opinion is that this guy falls into the latter camp.
I suppose that “having no shame” is just another form of being crazy.
It’s also the only reason some people ever get laid. Points at (you know who, don’t want to summons him).
So–how long will A Ohdumb last before he flounces?
He just wants to have an interesting discussion, without offending anyone.
In any event, for the next few months, surely nothing can faze us. However bad it gets, just remember it’s still less annoying than Luciano700.
It’s true that O’Dumb or whatever the fuck his name is at least isn’t bloviating teenage angst at us, but these witnessing types are so invariably clueless. One of his big talking points is that some guy used to be an atheist but then he – the athiest – did some real, like, science-y investigations, and it turns out that everything in the Bible is literally true! Including the fact that evolution never happened – it’s all a big misunderstanding – and we are all descendants of Adam and Eve, who rode dinosaurs 6000 years ago exactly as depicted on the documentary series The Flintstones. The former atheist was so thoroughly converted that he even wrote a series of books about it – what more do you want? Books that brought in the blessed sum of over $8 million in sacred royalties. Yet when he was an atheist, eking out a living as a poor journalist, he barely had two nickels to rub together, praise the Lord!
The OP was certainly convinced. He has a way of seeking out frothing-at-mouth fundamentalist nutters as his sole source of information, to make sure he doesn’t get contaminated by the Words of Satan. I bet that the OP also went to someplace like the Holy Mary Mother of God Christian Asylum for Born-Again Lunatics and asked the inmates their opinions on the matter. They all agreed that the OP was absolutely right.
But there’s even more. Remember our old friend Flyer, the congenital idiot? He came by to add that you’re never going to believe this stuff if you keep cynically discarding evidence – he points out that some 17th and 18th century lawyers believed in the Resurrection of Jeebus, so it must be true.