I think what they meant by reclusive is that he prefers to stay out of the limelight and doesn't do any attention whoring like many famous people tend to do.
This story reminds me of one I read in Steven Levitt's book Freakonomics.
A day care center in Tel Aviv were trying to encourgage people to pick up their kids on time. A couple of economists at the local university suggested that they charge the parents $3 per child if they were more than 10 mins late in picking up their kids.
Instead of encouraging the parents to get their on time, it had the exact opposite result. Parents were turning up even later than before to pick up their children. In fact the number of late pickups double in the month that they introduced the fee.
Moral of the story. People don't necessarily respond to finanical incentives or penalties. There has to be a social/moral component to some interactions. Which is why charging them $240 for five minutes work didn't faze your clients, but demanding that they only call you when you have a day's worth of work did.
Hello my name is Tunde Bamake and my friend Lord Druska needs your help.
Recently my friends and I were adventuring in the Karazhan Tower, when they were attacked and killed by lots and lots of monsters. It was a dreadful thing and now they are all restless spirits.
My friend had 10,000,000gp TEN MILLION GP in his gnomish bank account at Ironforge. Please my friend, as a human I beg you to help my friend Lord Druska.
Because he is dead he can not buy a resurrection spell, and he can not either access the gps in his account. All that he asks is that he can transfer 10,000,000gps TEN MILLION GPS into your account and then on to the priest who will cast the spell.
This requires absolutely no effort from your self. My friend Lord Durska understands what an effort this is for you and so will give you 250,000gps TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY THOUSAND GPS to you if you help him.
Please my friend, I beg you as a human to help my friend Lord Durska and let him transfer his gps into your account.
I tried that and I learnt a lot about it. But then Mark Hamil and Ewan McGregor slapped a restraining order on me and now I can't go within 500 yards of either.
Hello my name is Tunde Bamake and I am writting to you to offer an amazing deal.
Recently an associate of mine Alan Rasky was arrested by the FBI on charges of sending spam and unsolicted emails. I assure you my friend that these charges are totally unfounded and he really needs your help.
He has $10,000,000 ten million dollars sitting in a Swiss bank account which he needs to pay for his lawyers. He can not get that money because the FBI will confiscate it if he trys to access it.
My friend, I am asking you as a Christian to help my friend Mr Rasky with little effort from yourself. All you have to do is allow us to transfer the $10,000,000 TEN MILLION DOLLARS through your personal account.
This will be at no risk or effort to yourself. Mr Ramsky understands the effort you will be going through and thus is offering you $250,000 TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS for your help.
Please my friend, I ask you to help Mr Ramsky in his hour of need.
While one should be skeptical that pressures as great as 12.50G let alone 20.00G would ever be experienced during space travel (space being weightless, this would I imagine be largely of concern only to a craft piloted foolishly close to a black hole)
Given that the nearest black hole is 1600 light years away I'd be more interested in said craft's drive system than it's centrifuge.
Some even call me mad. And why? Because I dared to dream of my own race of atomic monsters, atomic super boars with octagonal shaped bodies that suck blood...
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Well I'd gues they'd learn something after spending the last ten years in fourth grade.
At last I'll have something to go with my spider man underpants.
... does it come with the Jessica Alba routine preinstalled?
What? Like this guy
... Ugh, I mean, won't someone think of the children.
This guy is clearly ahead of his time.
This story reminds me of one I read in Steven Levitt's book Freakonomics .
A day care center in Tel Aviv were trying to encourgage people to pick up their kids on time. A couple of economists at the local university suggested that they charge the parents $3 per child if they were more than 10 mins late in picking up their kids.
Instead of encouraging the parents to get their on time, it had the exact opposite result. Parents were turning up even later than before to pick up their children. In fact the number of late pickups double in the month that they introduced the fee.
Moral of the story. People don't necessarily respond to finanical incentives or penalties. There has to be a social/moral component to some interactions. Which is why charging them $240 for five minutes work didn't faze your clients, but demanding that they only call you when you have a day's worth of work did.
Hello my name is Tunde Bamake and my friend Lord Druska needs your help.
Recently my friends and I were adventuring in the Karazhan Tower, when they were attacked and killed by lots and lots of monsters. It was a dreadful thing and now they are all restless spirits.
My friend had 10,000,000gp TEN MILLION GP in his gnomish bank account at Ironforge. Please my friend, as a human I beg you to help my friend Lord Druska.
Because he is dead he can not buy a resurrection spell, and he can not either access the gps in his account. All that he asks is that he can transfer 10,000,000gps TEN MILLION GPS into your account and then on to the priest who will cast the spell.
This requires absolutely no effort from your self. My friend Lord Durska understands what an effort this is for you and so will give you 250,000gps TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY THOUSAND GPS to you if you help him.
Please my friend, I beg you as a human to help my friend Lord Durska and let him transfer his gps into your account.
I tried that and I learnt a lot about it. But then Mark Hamil and Ewan McGregor slapped a restraining order on me and now I can't go within 500 yards of either.
Hello my name is Tunde Bamake and I am writting to you to offer an amazing deal.
Recently an associate of mine Alan Rasky was arrested by the FBI on charges of sending spam and unsolicted emails. I assure you my friend that these charges are totally unfounded and he really needs your help.
He has $10,000,000 ten million dollars sitting in a Swiss bank account which he needs to pay for his lawyers. He can not get that money because the FBI will confiscate it if he trys to access it.
My friend, I am asking you as a Christian to help my friend Mr Rasky with little effort from yourself. All you have to do is allow us to transfer the $10,000,000 TEN MILLION DOLLARS through your personal account.
This will be at no risk or effort to yourself. Mr Ramsky understands the effort you will be going through and thus is offering you $250,000 TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS for your help.
Please my friend, I ask you to help Mr Ramsky in his hour of need.
Given that the nearest black hole is 1600 light years away I'd be more interested in said craft's drive system than it's centrifuge.
... then just contact these guys.
And I raise you by calling you a Nazi.
So me mastabating in front of the computer would now be considered a sex crime?
The processing requirements for detecting anxiety through brainwaves might be a bit beyond current technology.
May I sugest a rectal insert instead.
... before the dinosaurs decided to fight back
Some even call me mad. And why? Because I dared to dream of my own race of atomic monsters, atomic super boars with octagonal shaped bodies that suck blood...
No but there was a fossilized ladder found a few feet away.
And only a bigger dumbass would respond to something on the internet.
Of steel clamps snapping over Hu Jintao's arms and legs when he sits down at Bill's dinner table.
... do you expect me and Jayna to transform into the shape of an eagle. Huh!
I sir, salute your nerdiness.
And how much is a couple of gold electrons (yes I know there is no such thing.) worth?
Now they just have to invent blasters and lightsabers and I'm ready for my battle on planet Hoth recreation.
... our childhood memories. Now he wants to destroy our adult fantasties.