I sense some jealousy, here. You pick at my pasttimes because you aren’t competent to do even something as simple as drooling and goofing off at the same time. Your one functioning neuron would expire from strain after trying to pull that off. That statement of my hobbies was a specimen of something known as a “joke.” For you, that list is a series of aspirations.
I notice you list your location as “lost in time.” Yes, that goes a ways in describing your problem. You have no idea what day it is or where you are at any given time. In fact, you have completely lost touch with reality as other Earthlings know it. For example–sleeveless shirts are to be worn by people who weigh only a quarter of what I weigh, huh? So I’m supposed to weigh a mere 30 pounds before I can wear a tank top? Lost in time–how about lost in space? Or lost it entirely?
Poor thing–I suppose it’s not your fault. But it would be best if you confined your conversations with the visiting Venutians to places that aren’t in public. Oh, and that tinfoil hat isn’t working; it seems that the radio waves are still controlling you quite nicely. If I could find the broadcasting tower, I’d turn it off for you, if only in order to put us both out of your misery.
Wait a second–I can’t code, but you’re completely demented. I can always learn to code (I have learned that preview is my friend), but you’re stuck being completely screwed up.
And only a total whack job would think that a small lapse in coding was even at all vaguely comparable to being completely out to lunch.
Holy Sisyphean jerk, Scribble – when will you learn to give it up? There you go again, arguing with a nitwit as if rational discussion would get you anywhere. What a waste of breath!
Especially since what you think is brilliant, logical debate is so much incoherent sludge. It’s a good thing you do intellectual battle with morons, because at least then you’re evenly matched. But do you have to go on, and on, and on, with your pathetic excuse for reasoned discourse pumping yet another splurge of hogwash all over the board? Why don’t you just put a cork in it?
Oh, and Chavardz? – Your mother consorts with llamas.
Huh – I think I’ll go take a nice long nap while you scrabble around searching for any tiny shred of criticism to level against me.
EddyTeddyFreddy–Do try to keep that brown nose of yours out of other people’s debates, dear, especially when the main target of your criticism is vastly superior to you in all respects.
But, as you point out, arguing with nitwits is a pointless exercise. You’re right about that (even a stopped clock is right twice a day), so I’ll stop here.
Have a lovely evening ETF, and try your best not to dribble all over the carpet again, okay?
I think the key to your all pervasive, emotionally crippling problem, Scribble is in your choice of locations. You are about as interesting as a ingrown toenail and just as much fun to be around. Anyone with a personality beyond that of a kindergatener would easily prefer the company of a moderately clever chimp over your utter lack of defineable human disposition.
Oh, and the smell of your breath could only be described as debilitating. Try some floss would you.
Insight? You want insight, SiXSwordS? Well, I’d try to peer into your soul, except the slime that covers you to a depth of 3/16 inches makes it a wee bit difficult to see what’s underneath. The stench of rot and decay doesn’t exactly encourage anyone to get close enough to make out the details, either.
Of course, that assumes that you have a soul. I wouldn’t bet the rent on it.
ETF, your problem seems to be that you’ve read too much E.A. Poe. “Stench of rot and decay”? Still, only what can be expected from an American, what with your inferior school system and such…
You know what your problem is UselessGit… your screen name would imply you think too highly of yourself, trust me.
As for you ETF, I’m sure you have a great deal of experience with slime, rot and decay as these are your constant companions. Perhaps you misattributed a coating of slime to me because of the obvious layer that coats your myopic, mucous colored eyes.
Anyone think they can come up with something better than ETF, I can’t see how anyone could do worse.
You know what your problem is UselessGit… your screen name would imply you think too highly of yourself, trust me.
As for you ETF, I’m sure you have a great deal of experience with slime, rot and decay as these are your constant companions. Perhaps you misattributed a coating of slime to me because of the obvious layer that coats your myopic, mucous colored eyes.
Anyone think they can come up with something better than ETF, I can’t see how anyone could do worse.
**Sickswords[b/]:
You know what your problem is? You’re just like a record skipping, same thing over and over. Bores the rest of us to tears. Say something once and let it go, allright?
Can’t, can’t, can’t – is that all you can say, Ghanima? What a freakin’ negative personality you are. What a freakin’ ray of sunshine, to be sure. You must really be a hit at funerals and wakes, huh? I bet you bring up every sordid detail of the dearly departed’s worst mistakes and nastiest traits. You ought to give the positive side a whirl now and then – assuming you’d recognize it if you tripped over it.
And you, SiXSwordS – what’s with the double posts, eh? Can we say “attention whore”? I guess the weird username wasn’t getting you enough notice to keep your bloated ego happy? Maybe you should try on a little humility. It’s over in aisle 7, right between honor and integrity. Or would you hvae trouble recognizing them, too?
And then there’s UselessGit. Talk about your intellectual snobbery, huh? I daresay when you live in the frozen ass-end of nowhere, you have to grasp at any petty item you can delude yourself into thinking sets you up above others.
Sheesh, what a pack of losers. Between the three of them, they’d be hard-pressed to come up with a reply.
**ETF[/b0: You come off as very sanctimonious and high-handed, y’know. You should try to keep yourself humble… if that concept was drilled into you as a child.
I should think that someone with 4774 posts under their belt should know how to use code that will actually cause text to be bolded. Your problem is that you think you’re so experienced, you don’t need to use the Preview button like the rest of us. Get over yourself!
Standup Karmic, you didn’t ask, but I’m gonna tell you anyway.
I’ve nailed down your problem. You live in Calgary. You live in a city that is still trying to relive the glory days of 1988 and the Olympics. Eddie the Eagle, Alberto Tomba, The Battle of the Brians (Boitano KICKED Orser’s ASS!), and Katarina Witt. And you, well, you’re the same as your “city,” in a completely indefinable way, because I barely know you.
Nevertheless, it’s true. And you can take that to the Canadian bank.
Mr. B, your problem is that you’re a masochist. How else can you explain the fact that you live in a frozen wasteland, elected Jessie Ventura as your governor, and have a screen name that takes 5 minutes to type? And I seriously doubt that you can count. Land of 1000 lakes, my ass!
As a hint to the next poster, one of my problems is that I type too slow. Otherwise, I would have told Standup Karmic what his problem is before you.
Speaking of having a screen name that takes forever to type, Age Quod Agis, look who’s talking! At least mine can be abbreviated to three letters, and it doesn’t make the reader stop and ponder over the correct pronunciation.
But then, what else would one expect from some pretentious Latin-moniker-brandishing intellectual snob, huh? I’m surprised you didn’t rummage around in Bartlett’s Book of Handy-Dandy Classical Quotes for an Ancient Greek phrase so you could be even more obscurely impressive.
ETF problem is that when she first got here, everyone thought she was a guy. When she was refered to as a he/him, her panties got all bunched up. She still hasn’t pulled them out of her butt crack.
And let me tell you that my goat can stomp all over your goat.