Talking with Novelty Bobble is like that old saw:
Well, that’s life.
What’s life?
It’s a magazine.
What’s a magazine?
It’s a small book you can buy at the store.
How much does it cost?
Fifty cents.
I don’t have fifty cents!
Well, that’s life.
What’s life?
It’s like he doesn’t remember anything two posts back, has no ability to reconsider a position, and will twist himself into absurd contortions in order to avoid admitting he’s wrong. Engaging with him is like juggling spaghetti.
For some reason I always hope this’ll be the time where he says, “Huh. I can see what you mean”–or at the very least, explains his position with a minimum level of cogency and reason such that anyone else can figure out what the hell he’s on about.
But it never, never is, and never will be.