I have cited this board so many times IRL I can’t even count. I’ve also said, “cite?” I’ve used the books also as references to inform kids about various things (I teach HS). That reminds me, I know some cool kids who would just devour the SD books if I bought them used off the net.
Oh: If you get evangelical about getting people to sign up here. Unfortunately, no one I know has stuck with it for any respectable length.
Every day at work, I transmit data to the central office. When the pop-up informs me “Fetching batch details”, my brain often interprets that as “Felching batch details”.
Once, I was browsing the SDMB at work. Just before I got home, I realized that I had forgotten to log out. Remembering Hal Briston’s experience, I rushed back to work to log out. Fortunately, the computers at work clear cookies when you close the browser, so I was safe.
You’re having your mail forwarded to the Dope? :: looks at Boyo Jim with totally new respect ::
You Know You’re a Doper When . . .
. . . you’re in a conversation about something and you say “Well, I know this guy who would know the answer to that . . . well, I don’t really know him . . .” “Who’s that, Sigmagirl?”
“I don’t really know his name, either.” “Where did you meet him?”
“Uh, I’ve never met him . . . oh, never mind.”
I think your husband would get along well with my husband - apparently his grandma used to always say things like, “You’re hungry? I’ll hungry you right in the arse.”
For Cafe Dopers, you must have your computer and TV on at the same time because you’re watching that show and posting about it. Bonus points if you come up with or introduce special names for the characters (or at least know who the heck they’re all talking about)
For Pitters, you answer some dickweed irl and say “That’s it! You’re Pitted!”
The famous one. I was at home ill from work that day; I woke up around 10:00; fired up my computer, and guess what was near the top of the list. I had no TV set at the time. Once I read the thread, I started checking news sites, and fired up the radio in my boombox.
Began reading the Chicago Reader sometime in the mid-seventies, although by the time it came to me 200 miles away, it had been through my aunt, two cousins and an older brother. Somehow the Straight Dope was always left intact, and never defiled by highlighters or scribbles. (Unlike many of the section III personal ads). Began lurking online reading Cecil’s column in the mid-nineties, and never really paid much attention to the message boards here, until just a few years ago.
I know I’m totally hooked because a week apart and I’m a little lost. I wonder where Ron went, and when melodyharmonious will regale us with more jolly good threadstarters. When the discussion during the holidays wandered to the whole creation/evolution question, I heard myself instruct all my listeners to check out the SD website. Within 24 hours, I kept getting messages like “That is the most amazing place on the web I’ve ever seen!”, “You can find out almost anything from flatulence to nanophysics, with actual citations!” and my favorite: “oh my Og! those peopple on the SDMB, what a collection of characters! where were they when I needed help on my dissertation, or changing that lightbulb in that nipple-less semi-globular fixture!”
Knowledge and entertainment should go hand in hand, but that is the subject of a future thread I’ll be starting sometime…
When someone mentions you as determination that they are a doper ::blushes furiously::
I came in here to say that I know I’m part of a Doper couple when my nightly phone call to my SO includes the phrase, “Did you see that thread about the . . .” and am dismayed if he has not!
I nominate Mr. Hanky. The “Hankies” Team yell? Pbbbbbbbbpt. (Fart sound) and when we score a major point or sack their quraterback we can all yell "Ah ha ha ha! Splashback! ! ! "
I have often worked through my anger at somebody on the drive home from work by planning out a Pit thread in my head. Then I remember that Pitting them would require entering the Pit, and I decide to let it go.
My reference is always “Some friends I was chatting with . . .” which leads to the false impression that I have an actual social life, but is simply easier than trying to explain. . .