Nope - in your nerd world you got served and publicly outed as a compulsive liar who has delusions that won't quit and remains locked in a man-child shell at the mental age of 12. So, is this still "troll tuesday" (whatever the fuck that means to your nerdy little brain) or are you still trying to get the last word in like a person who hasn't seen a woman naked?
I'm guessing the latter of the two - but please - prove me right.
I've read so many stories about that nation trying to seal itself off culturally on every media front that I can't bring myself to give a shit about that backwater hick country that has committed itself to cultural jihads. Yes, this measure went down - but don't think they won't try again, and again, and again. I'll be keeping my money in the northern hemisphere for countries that allow me to think.
But don't fret - have another beer and fuck another shrimp on a goddamn barby in the meantime - don't worry your pretty little empty head about anything. It makes such a lovely rattle.
Given your responses - including the use of "asshole" in the latest double-post (I must have seriously pissed you off to get more than one nerdy sign-off unsurprisingly) I can see that I was closer to the truth than you've ever been in this thread.
The fact that you've framed this around some insider nerd contest (which I couldn't give a fuck about, and most women would laugh at as being "teenager cute") proves - in the end - that you're a socially malformed sexless nerd. In fact - everything in this thread points to this fact.
Here's the truth behind your little game. I wasn't playing.
I was exposing, to the readers here, your failed life, your lack of humor, your poor writing, and your sexual delusions. And further proof? I don't give a shit about "slashdot-karma". Nerds do - in fact you've made a little game to wholly place some kind of nerd-value on "karma". Or worse - you're such a nerd that you've invented this pathetic little game as a story covering for your little public meltdown. An intricate little scenario only a hardcore nerd could fathom.
For anyone to give a shit (let alone 2 shits) about a website's rules, indicates a life spent wholly online - not offline. It's a warning sign to those who are socially inept and give value to fringe things because life isn't letting them in to the rest of the human experience. And oh look - it's pointing right at you.
Game over nerd - but then the game was over for you years ago when your arrested development firmly cemented you at 12.
Who the fuck does that impress? If you put that on a business card do the chicks swoon into your sysadmin biceps? Does it get you a free ice cream at the sizzler?
Now I'm confused. You basically - perfectly - admitted earlier that you were a loser nerd with no social skills and self-deludes himself with a fantasy life of a 12 year old. Did your above admission go beyond that? Help me out here.
As far as dancing to my tune - have you seen the length of this thread? I'd say by your shifting tone you were getting pretty pissed off. You're trying to cover it with "oh ha ha - this was fun" 18 posts after the fact - which kind of stretches the credibility a tad.
Please don't go on my account. Enlighten the planet on the real SPUN - man-child of the Slashdot, keeper of all things sysadminy and is proud enough to tell people what you do in bars and actually be serious enough to think that it's a badge of honor.
You must spend a lot of man-child nerd hours hooked to this place to be using terms like "AC". Here's a lifestyle guess I can take from this point. You play World of Warcraft, smell of pachouli, and think Hunter S Thompson is "deep". You also have pet ferrets, think ren-fairs are "like-awesome", and consume your weight in enough herbal magic that you think "Larry the Cable Guy" is funny - or worse (shudder) Dane Cook.
You aren't employed - I think we've established that, and you are basically the opposite of every fantasy point you mentioned in your ego post.
Oh and you have enough ink on your skin to qualify for hepatitis treatment by any third world charity, use the word Yawl, and think soap is optional.
Feel free to give me more data because - as I've said before - you're pretty transparent.
Perhaps that's all he eats (in his imagination). Might explain his mood swings. If all I ate was pussy, I'd not only have breath like an italian fisherman, but I'd be plenty cranky all day.
I wonder if he's italian? I think we're connecting some important dots here.
Oh no - you're getting angry again. Must be getting close to the lifestyle as it exists in real-life. Odd that you're fishing for "new material" didn't you just say the same thing a few (dozen) posts now?
Breathe - breathe - take it down - you can live with being a walking failure on the govt dole. No shame in that - in these trying times, even car companies are on welfare. You're like a rudderless CEO - without the education, money, career, location, job, cultural awareness, social skills, wife, friends.... um - hmmm perhaps CEO isn't the right word to be comparing to.
Fresh material - that's funny from someone whose left a trail of posts talking about spanking about as long as the freeway to the Florida keys. Hypocrite much? Or did you not see it before you typed it because english is your second language?
Relax - have a beer - go shoot something off that car that's on cinderblocks in your neighboring vacant lot. You'll feel a whole lot better. Or there's always the warm refreshing glow of Fox News. It speaks to you - it gives you purpose - it tells you that Sara Palin is important.
New Mexico? I thought you had nubile sex maniacs pawing you in Hawaii?
I doubt you're even in New Mexico. I'm guessing - with all apologies to current residents - Cape Girardeau Missouri? Someplace south of St. Louis - it smells like backwoods country, where the living is easy and so is dating your sister. Where you can taste the fried squirrel brain sandwiches. Which are often larger than the brains of the people who live there (shit - that kind of nullified my apology - oh well).
At least you're in an ass rutt tho - that sounds about right for someone living in the location where they shot Deliverance. I think we're in stone-throw from truth-land again.
At least you took some time on that last response and you seem less hostile because of it. See what counting 10 will do for you?
In other news, before you talk about over-active imaginations, you might want to re-read that nerd fiction of yours. How you manage to type both without leaving a bloody neck stump and a room redecorated "hint of brain" is in itself astounding.
Of course you do - it's the first time anyone has shown you the slightest bit of attention all year. But please - don't let me stop you from getting the last word in. Somewhere along your attempts at construction some elaborate conspiracy fantasy, and your sudden delusions of fame, you might come to the sad realization that someone is actually getting pleasure from watching you describe - to the world - what a failure your life is.
Not since steam powered locomotives, have wrecks been so much fun. Particularly over lunch.
Your typing skills didn't come with the GED tho did it? Your last words are coming up short. Is language that hard for you?
Well if you're not a man-child - your sense of humor pretty much confirms your education. I'm guessing GED?
I'd be impressed if you were a disabled vet - at least you'd have some kind of prior life to be proud of. But I'm smelling 7-11 coffee for some reason. Or is that the hot dogs on the rollers calling your name.
I got it - your fries are ready! I can never tell the difference between one fast-food machine and another. All of us customers across the counters can be dense like that. But at least you're trying 9h grade level smut. Shows everyone what a rich and colorful tableaux your life is. Right after your fantasy life, your sad lies, your increasingly bitter tone.
I'd almost say I can taste the salt in your tears - but I think that's just the taste of these yummy fries you made. And on behalf of all of your grateful customers, let me be the first to say - good job, and good on you.
Wow - you're really getting mad aren't you? This is entertainment - and anyone who has the social skills of someone beyond a high-school freshman can pretty much see that I'm enjoying this to the hilt. Your tone seems to be getting desperate - much like your life.
Your last post of delusions pretty much read like the shopping list of the damned and envious and - sadly - showed what you lacked line-item by line-item. The sad thing is that you're so obvious. And your attempt as arousing some kind of malice just confirms - to everyone here - how right I was - and how sad you are.
Now that's pathos! Pure entertainment in scheidenfreud widescreen glory.
Don't forget to get the last-word - don't want you evolving mentally or anything. Your entertainment value would plummet. And we can't have that - no no - you're my little puppet-boy.
Yep - unfair is the first word fast on your failure prone lips. It's called a Freudian slip. And holy fucking wow - would Freud have a field day with your dementia.
Sometime you'll have to send me your prescriptions. Sounds like they have you doing some serious time on the lithium lick. Famous last words? Or just loser last words? With man-children lost in a fog of fantasy and delusions (or medication - that's my best guess) it's so hard to tell.
I also like the work reference. You having a job - that's an almost amusing thought. If I wasn't paying for your welfare checks and food stamps - I'd find it funny as fuck.
I thought it was more like shooting fish in a barrel. Please - don't ruin my fun. Firing rounds into man-children who have mental problems is 14 levels harder than this. Call it a guilty pleasure - without the guilt (and half the calories). This one's a corker! He's 5 minutes into my lunch and already lives in Hawaii and has orgies.
Fucking fantastic! Or mind-blowingly pathetic. Actually it can be all of these things and more.
You mean your fantasy blog? Yes - my blog - as you can plainly see - indicates that I live on a research outpost on the dark side of the moon where I titillate myself with strange alien lifeforms that produce orgasms like mammals produce milk.
And because I said so - you know it's true.
Don't forget to clean out the garage, because when you're living at home - you need to pitch in on the chores. It's the unspoken code of the projecting virgin.
(don't forget to get the last word in either - you don't want to give anyone the idea that you're mentally evolved past puberty. Helps the fantasy life along nicely too. I'd say more but the lunar shuttle is here and I'm all out of plutonium batteries for my orgasmatron gun)
Only to some - perhaps those whose life is an infinite string of failures and disappointments. From an isolated perspective such as yours - a little projection is par for the course. When people grow out of puberty mindsets - they realize that other people's stations in life might be different and generalities such as "unfair" might not be applicable. But keep that nerd flag flying - it completes you. Perfectly.
re:"I'll tell my wife and the ladies we have three ways with about your little joke,"
And we have virgin proof!
I'll ponder the reality of your sad little masturbatory life from my Ferrari which is parked next to my Bentley, Lambo and Tesla. Because you know - I typed it on the internets - so it must be true. Just like your pathetic lonely fantasy life. But hey - perhaps you'll grow out of your Asperger syndrome but if not, at least you won't be poisoning the gene pool for the rest of us, so it's all good.
Keep smiling man-child! You're a credit to your nerdy backwards stereotype. Without the money that geeks have. More of the basement loser virgin type - but there's nothing wrong with that of course.
By attempting to reason with unreasonable people and failing by talking to unreasonable people about being reasonable to otherwise reasonable people who are behaving unreasonably about a reasonable situation, you provide - hang on my head fell off...
And human rights. Good to know that fucks like you couldn't sway judges and politicians during the 60s in regards to the "colored problem".
Those uppity black folk sure did show whitey a thing or two didn't they? What special interest group got interracial marriage approved? I sure remember the majority against it, seems like a "special interest" held up HUMAN FUCKING RIGHTS nicely.
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Nope - in your nerd world you got served and publicly outed as a compulsive liar who has delusions that won't quit and remains locked in a man-child shell at the mental age of 12. So, is this still "troll tuesday" (whatever the fuck that means to your nerdy little brain) or are you still trying to get the last word in like a person who hasn't seen a woman naked?
I'm guessing the latter of the two - but please - prove me right.
I've read so many stories about that nation trying to seal itself off culturally on every media front that I can't bring myself to give a shit about that backwater hick country that has committed itself to cultural jihads. Yes, this measure went down - but don't think they won't try again, and again, and again. I'll be keeping my money in the northern hemisphere for countries that allow me to think.
But don't fret - have another beer and fuck another shrimp on a goddamn barby in the meantime - don't worry your pretty little empty head about anything. It makes such a lovely rattle.
Given your responses - including the use of "asshole" in the latest double-post (I must have seriously pissed you off to get more than one nerdy sign-off unsurprisingly) I can see that I was closer to the truth than you've ever been in this thread.
The fact that you've framed this around some insider nerd contest (which I couldn't give a fuck about, and most women would laugh at as being "teenager cute") proves - in the end - that you're a socially malformed sexless nerd. In fact - everything in this thread points to this fact.
Here's the truth behind your little game.
I wasn't playing.
I was exposing, to the readers here, your failed life, your lack of humor, your poor writing, and your sexual delusions. And further proof? I don't give a shit about "slashdot-karma". Nerds do - in fact you've made a little game to wholly place some kind of nerd-value on "karma". Or worse - you're such a nerd that you've invented this pathetic little game as a story covering for your little public meltdown. An intricate little scenario only a hardcore nerd could fathom.
For anyone to give a shit (let alone 2 shits) about a website's rules, indicates a life spent wholly online - not offline. It's a warning sign to those who are socially inept and give value to fringe things because life isn't letting them in to the rest of the human experience. And oh look - it's pointing right at you.
Game over nerd - but then the game was over for you years ago when your arrested development firmly cemented you at 12.
re:"high level state sysadmin"
Who the fuck does that impress? If you put that on a business card do the chicks swoon into your sysadmin biceps? Does it get you a free ice cream at the sizzler?
Now I'm confused. You basically - perfectly - admitted earlier that you were a loser nerd with no social skills and self-deludes himself with a fantasy life of a 12 year old. Did your above admission go beyond that? Help me out here.
As far as dancing to my tune - have you seen the length of this thread? I'd say by your shifting tone you were getting pretty pissed off. You're trying to cover it with "oh ha ha - this was fun" 18 posts after the fact - which kind of stretches the credibility a tad.
Please don't go on my account. Enlighten the planet on the real SPUN - man-child of the Slashdot, keeper of all things sysadminy and is proud enough to tell people what you do in bars and actually be serious enough to think that it's a badge of honor.
You must spend a lot of man-child nerd hours hooked to this place to be using terms like "AC". Here's a lifestyle guess I can take from this point. You play World of Warcraft, smell of pachouli, and think Hunter S Thompson is "deep". You also have pet ferrets, think ren-fairs are "like-awesome", and consume your weight in enough herbal magic that you think "Larry the Cable Guy" is funny - or worse (shudder) Dane Cook.
You aren't employed - I think we've established that, and you are basically the opposite of every fantasy point you mentioned in your ego post.
Oh and you have enough ink on your skin to qualify for hepatitis treatment by any third world charity, use the word Yawl, and think soap is optional.
Feel free to give me more data because - as I've said before - you're pretty transparent.
Perhaps that's all he eats (in his imagination). Might explain his mood swings. If all I ate was pussy, I'd not only have breath like an italian fisherman, but I'd be plenty cranky all day.
I wonder if he's italian? I think we're connecting some important dots here.
Oh no - you're getting angry again. Must be getting close to the lifestyle as it exists in real-life. Odd that you're fishing for "new material" didn't you just say the same thing a few (dozen) posts now?
Breathe - breathe - take it down - you can live with being a walking failure on the govt dole. No shame in that - in these trying times, even car companies are on welfare. You're like a rudderless CEO - without the education, money, career, location, job, cultural awareness, social skills, wife, friends .... um - hmmm perhaps CEO isn't the right word to be comparing to.
Fun creates fun - it's that kind of shared cultural experience that brings us all together. Thanks for the warm thoughts.
Although isn't douchebag kind of dated? I mean - if you're over 14? Why not try colostomy bag, rectal plugs, or a host of other squishy tech?
But hey - don't give me all the credit - I'm not the one with an orgy ranch in Hawaii. I'm the guy with the lunar outpost remember?
Fresh material - that's funny from someone whose left a trail of posts talking about spanking about as long as the freeway to the Florida keys. Hypocrite much? Or did you not see it before you typed it because english is your second language?
Relax - have a beer - go shoot something off that car that's on cinderblocks in your neighboring vacant lot. You'll feel a whole lot better. Or there's always the warm refreshing glow of Fox News. It speaks to you - it gives you purpose - it tells you that Sara Palin is important.
Ahhhhh Fox.
I know but the plural looks so much cooler than Tableau.
New Mexico? I thought you had nubile sex maniacs pawing you in Hawaii?
I doubt you're even in New Mexico. I'm guessing - with all apologies to current residents - Cape Girardeau Missouri? Someplace south of St. Louis - it smells like backwoods country, where the living is easy and so is dating your sister. Where you can taste the fried squirrel brain sandwiches. Which are often larger than the brains of the people who live there (shit - that kind of nullified my apology - oh well).
At least you're in an ass rutt tho - that sounds about right for someone living in the location where they shot Deliverance. I think we're in stone-throw from truth-land again.
At least you took some time on that last response and you seem less hostile because of it. See what counting 10 will do for you?
In other news, before you talk about over-active imaginations, you might want to re-read that nerd fiction of yours. How you manage to type both without leaving a bloody neck stump and a room redecorated "hint of brain" is in itself astounding.
Of course you do - it's the first time anyone has shown you the slightest bit of attention all year. But please - don't let me stop you from getting the last word in. Somewhere along your attempts at construction some elaborate conspiracy fantasy, and your sudden delusions of fame, you might come to the sad realization that someone is actually getting pleasure from watching you describe - to the world - what a failure your life is.
Not since steam powered locomotives, have wrecks been so much fun. Particularly over lunch.
Your typing skills didn't come with the GED tho did it? Your last words are coming up short. Is language that hard for you?
Well if you're not a man-child - your sense of humor pretty much confirms your education. I'm guessing GED?
I'd be impressed if you were a disabled vet - at least you'd have some kind of prior life to be proud of. But I'm smelling 7-11 coffee for some reason. Or is that the hot dogs on the rollers calling your name.
I got it - your fries are ready! I can never tell the difference between one fast-food machine and another. All of us customers across the counters can be dense like that. But at least you're trying 9h grade level smut. Shows everyone what a rich and colorful tableaux your life is. Right after your fantasy life, your sad lies, your increasingly bitter tone.
I'd almost say I can taste the salt in your tears - but I think that's just the taste of these yummy fries you made. And on behalf of all of your grateful customers, let me be the first to say - good job, and good on you.
Wow - you're really getting mad aren't you? This is entertainment - and anyone who has the social skills of someone beyond a high-school freshman can pretty much see that I'm enjoying this to the hilt. Your tone seems to be getting desperate - much like your life.
Your last post of delusions pretty much read like the shopping list of the damned and envious and - sadly - showed what you lacked line-item by line-item. The sad thing is that you're so obvious. And your attempt as arousing some kind of malice just confirms - to everyone here - how right I was - and how sad you are.
Now that's pathos! Pure entertainment in scheidenfreud widescreen glory.
Don't forget to get the last-word - don't want you evolving mentally or anything. Your entertainment value would plummet. And we can't have that - no no - you're my little puppet-boy.
Dance.
Yep - unfair is the first word fast on your failure prone lips. It's called a Freudian slip. And holy fucking wow - would Freud have a field day with your dementia.
Sometime you'll have to send me your prescriptions. Sounds like they have you doing some serious time on the lithium lick. Famous last words? Or just loser last words? With man-children lost in a fog of fantasy and delusions (or medication - that's my best guess) it's so hard to tell.
I also like the work reference. You having a job - that's an almost amusing thought. If I wasn't paying for your welfare checks and food stamps - I'd find it funny as fuck.
Keep reaching for those rainbows!
I thought it was more like shooting fish in a barrel. Please - don't ruin my fun. Firing rounds into man-children who have mental problems is 14 levels harder than this. Call it a guilty pleasure - without the guilt (and half the calories). This one's a corker! He's 5 minutes into my lunch and already lives in Hawaii and has orgies.
Fucking fantastic! Or mind-blowingly pathetic. Actually it can be all of these things and more.
re:"Read my journal"
You mean your fantasy blog? Yes - my blog - as you can plainly see - indicates that I live on a research outpost on the dark side of the moon where I titillate myself with strange alien lifeforms that produce orgasms like mammals produce milk.
And because I said so - you know it's true.
Don't forget to clean out the garage, because when you're living at home - you need to pitch in on the chores. It's the unspoken code of the projecting virgin.
(don't forget to get the last word in either - you don't want to give anyone the idea that you're mentally evolved past puberty. Helps the fantasy life along nicely too. I'd say more but the lunar shuttle is here and I'm all out of plutonium batteries for my orgasmatron gun)
re:"life is unfair"
Only to some - perhaps those whose life is an infinite string of failures and disappointments. From an isolated perspective such as yours - a little projection is par for the course. When people grow out of puberty mindsets - they realize that other people's stations in life might be different and generalities such as "unfair" might not be applicable. But keep that nerd flag flying - it completes you. Perfectly.
re:"I'll tell my wife and the ladies we have three ways with about your little joke,"
And we have virgin proof!
I'll ponder the reality of your sad little masturbatory life from my Ferrari which is parked next to my Bentley, Lambo and Tesla. Because you know - I typed it on the internets - so it must be true. Just like your pathetic lonely fantasy life. But hey - perhaps you'll grow out of your Asperger syndrome but if not, at least you won't be poisoning the gene pool for the rest of us, so it's all good.
Keep smiling man-child! You're a credit to your nerdy backwards stereotype. Without the money that geeks have. More of the basement loser virgin type - but there's nothing wrong with that of course.
Lol - baby talk?
What are you fucking 12?
No wait - you're just a man-child whose stuck emotionally at 12 - big fucking difference.
Enjoy your virginity - mankind is counting on the fact that no woman wants to see you naked. Good luck.
re:"Now they just need to do something to make the actual content of the New Yorker less boring and pretentious."
As opposed to outdated Monty Python references in your sig - that'd just be boring and sad.
By attempting to reason with unreasonable people and failing by talking to unreasonable people about being reasonable to otherwise reasonable people who are behaving unreasonably about a reasonable situation, you provide - hang on my head fell off...
And human rights. Good to know that fucks like you couldn't sway judges and politicians during the 60s in regards to the "colored problem".
Those uppity black folk sure did show whitey a thing or two didn't they? What special interest group got interracial marriage approved? I sure remember the majority against it, seems like a "special interest" held up HUMAN FUCKING RIGHTS nicely.
Go back to your Fox New talk points fuckface.
Just have ICANN delist, revoke, ignore, Nigeria. They're all rich royalty anyway - why do they need the internet anyway.