"Smash your face into the grass and look hard."

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Originally posted by Boogerhead:
I swear to Cthulu, you're William Murderface.

Call me Murderface again, and I will kill you.

In the most painful way possible. I will end you.

No, not because Murderface is the most annoying member of Dethklok.

Because he's a bass player, you fucker.

Plays a mean solo...

(You almost made scotch shoot out my nose. Might have killed me right there...)

Incidentally, he's my favorite character.

Because he's such a dick.

Pickles is my favorite.

Gotta love the comb-over skullet.

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Originally posted by Ghoesty:

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Originally posted by Boogerhead:
Who the hell is Chad Kroeger?

Lead singer of Nickleback and rock royalty of Vancouver Surrey. Lives here in Abbotsford.

Fixed that for you.

Personally, I don't enjoy being harassed by academics just to see how I'll react, and I only had to put up with it for a very short time.

Provided of course, this isn't some ham-fisted method of leaving the board without looking like you've been beaten.

Essentially, you can get stuffed either way.

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Personally, I don't enjoy being harassed by academics just to see how I'll react, and I only had to put up with it for a very short time.

Whatever happened to ye olde Ignore button?

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Originally posted by kenmeer livermaile:

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Personally, I don't enjoy being harassed by academics just to see how I'll react, and I only had to put up with it for a very short time.

Whatever happened to ye olde Ignore button?

I've only just started posting again after a sizeable absence, leaping for the ignore button wasn't that high up on my to-do list.

But we human beings are always 'up' for a dive-down into Fuck Off Git!

Curious creatures we are: 'you're too difficult to ignore but not to harass for what I perceive as harassment'.

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Originally posted by kenmeer livermaile:
But we human beings are always 'up' for a dive-down into Fuck Off Git!

Curious creatures we are: 'you're too difficult to ignore but not to harass for what I perceive as harassment'.

I fear I didn't express myself very well. If Biochips is just one guy in Munich with an irritating personality, that's one thing, but if Biochips is in fact some academics deliberately trying to antagonise people, well that's something else entirely. I get irritated by the former, but I am made angry by the latter.

Interestingly, the former may have less than benign intent while the latter are 'merely' doing research.

Human affect is a funny beast.

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Originally posted by Boogerhead:

Awwww....look at the wee little lithos!

[A click. Something ruffling; a distorted announcement in German over a loudspeaker...birdsong, surf]

"...yes, and leave the feathers on this time, please."

"For you sir?"

[Crosstalk]

"No, really, I'm OK. A glass of water with nothing...with just water in it, if that can be arranged."

"Very good sir."

"We were discussing the situation at Princeton...."

"Ah yes, that nasty bit of kit."

"What?"

"The Gertsenshtein Generator."

"Excuse me?"

"You see, some undergraduate student in one of those near Oriental counties was electronically exchanging some surprisingly tastefully done Depression era snuff videos for a series of photographs that had been altered as if to portray King Juan Carlos and Saint Francis Assisi in some kind of compromising situation. As I recall, it was all done with midgets and macrame. In any case, this particular exchange - for a variety of reasons too sensitive to discuss - triggered one of our more obscure automated security responses which caused the Gertsenshtein Generator in the sub-basement of the old servants' quarters to shut down mid experiment, which, I can assure you, was not anticipated. And that's what happened."

"When what happened?"

"Being on the receiving end of a tightly attenuated high frequency gravity wave while operating battery powered massage devices is way out of spec, I assure you."

[crosstalk...sound of plates and cutlery being placed on a table]

"But this is..!"

[A scream]

"Now, you remove that fork and bring me a clean one and a proper cocktail, you savage, or I'll have you stuffing truffles down the throats of the, whatever those things out back have become now, before teatime."

[A pause]

"Where were we?"

"Well, I...was there really some kind of artificial intelligence software involved; I'm sorry, I'm a little lost."

"Certainly. We did our best to put the young lad's mind back together, but doing that sort of thing via traffic signals isn't very efficacious if the subject never leaves his apartment. And those ones in the East are always getting a little too cleaver, if you know what I mean. I wanted to go with the squirrels, but they were engaged cleaning up after that little incident out West with the partridge. I'm afraid all we're left now is a young man with a fractured consciousness, priapism, and an extraordinarily high scalar boson count. But I thought you were here to discuss my new musical adaptation of Second Punic War?"

"No, actually...."

"You're not the reporter from Rolling Stone?"

"No, I'm afraid not. I'm a blogger for...."

"I see."

[A finger snap]

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Penelope, show this young man to the ground effect plane and please give him a bag of those lovely prawns. And on your way back, could you bring me another marmot. This one seems to have lost interest."

[Ruffling sounds...a click.]

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I knew it!

Biochips was foie gras.

It's all clear now.