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Sammy G said:
This isn't even amusing as satire.
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I figured you for a dullard. You've got no argument, you've got no riposte, you haven't even got a clue and barely a brain, worse yet.

Now, don't forget: make another post, give some more ad hominem, make another claim without evidence, and do it long enough and you just might succeed in looking less than stupid to more than just other stupid people.
 
spacejunk said:
No, it's just sad.
And no, i'm not watching your Stephen Fry video because i hate that toff wanker.
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You never fail to fail. I suppose we're all good at something, yeah? You seem rather chagrined and acrimonious.

Have a cup 'o tea and a Quaalude, lass. A dandle and caress is the ideal cure for a damsel in distress, but you don't quite seem in the mood for conciliation.
 
Who needs soporifics when you're still (in spite of widespread ridicule) embarrassing yourself, like some hapless kid with a massive shit stain up the back of his windcheater?
 
The irony of pedantry; big-word guy manages to turn a compliment into an insult and show his true colours.
 
Nom de Plume said:
Excuse me, but you'll have to translate. I forgot to bring my Lonely Planet Caveman Phrasebook.
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To translate would simply mean where have you been? (referring to sammy G) and A DIN connector is an electrical connector that was originally standardized by the Deutsches Institut für Normung (DIN), the German national standards organization. There are DIN standards for a large number of different connectors, therefore the term "DIN connector" alone does not unambiguously identify any particular type of connector unless the document number of the relevant DIN standard is added (e.g., "DIN 41524 connector"). Some DIN connector standards are:

DIN 41524, for circular connectors often used for audio signals
DIN 41612, rectangular connectors used to connect plug-in cards to a back plane or motherboard
DIN 41652 D-subminiature connectors used for computer data and video
In the context of consumer electronics, the term "DIN connector" commonly refers to a member of a family of circular connectors that were initially standardized by DIN for analog audio signals. Some of these connectors have also been used in analog video applications, for power connections and for digital interfaces such as MIDI or the IBM AT computer keyboard (later PS/2 connectors for keyboard and mouse are Mini-DIN connectors). The original DIN standards for these connectors are no longer in print and have been replaced with the equivalent international standard IEC 60130-9.

While DIN connectors appear superficially similar to the newer professional XLR connectors, they are not compatible.
 
Nom de Plume is a terrible dose,
His alias ought to be be Grandiose,
If You click on ignore,
He ceases to bore,
With his off topic rants verbose.
 
Now to get back on topic, If Nom De Plume was a drug he would be nutmeg, deeply unpleasant and goes on much too long, sorry Nommy.
 
Sammy G said:
Who needs soporifics when you're still (in spite of widespread ridicule) embarrassing yourself, like some hapless kid with a massive shit stain up the back of his windcheater?
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Oh, heavens! I've forgotten that thing—embarrassment.

One time, about a few months ago, I was caught in a K-hole that seemed an anaesthetic abyss, falling ever deeper and circumscribed by walls of ghastly hallucinations and levitating ghoulish and disfigured humanoid-like sapient creatures, yet despite their horrendously malformed morphology were as congenial and consoling as every anybody I'd ever known. They seemed vaguely otherworldly, somehow preternatural and supermundane.

They sang, manifested material objects out of pure syntax, and playfully beckoning me to join them in their supernal, surreal, sublime magic act, as I fell deeper and yet deeper until an aphotic darkness enveloped me.

It was as if I'd fallen to the benthic zone of the Mariana Trench—slowly, as if floating, and growing colder and darker as I descended into this walled-in subterranean substratum of bromous blackness; a declination into a chimerical, Cimmerian wonderworld of adumbral nothingness; a steep Stygian crevasse of dissociation and profound detachment but without withdrawal from all that I was and all that I thought everything else was.

I felt like I had attained Moksha. That I was a figment of the incalculably incomprehensible mind of Brahma, itself.

After that, I kind of came to and realised the illusions and fictions we take as axioms and truisms. Embarrassment, or social consciousness I call it, was one of many things with which I became disillusioned, unencumbered, unfettered, and detached.

So, I no longer consider the feeling of embarrassment—I'll leave it up to those who do to vicariously suffer it in my absence from it. The entities sang songs and I remember some of its lyrical content, which went:

How remiss and negligent
must I possibly be?
Well, let's examine it—embarrassment
and surely we shall see.

Embarrass means to abash or render nonplus or thwart
one's endeavors, and grow confused
or even vicariously embarrass their consort
flustered, dismayed, a loss of with what to do
as one's social grace decays and loses its sinew

it may mean to cause shame
or consternation
like a pain, pang, or an acute social constipation

It may be brought out
as through a faux pas or
tort or public flout
But it always includes a stasis
and precludes one's true crasis,

dismayed and afraid
the embarrassed feel maimed
with insecurity and woe
And flashbacks to the moment
That made their embarrassment so

But embarrassment encumbers
one with an aversion to social blunders
And thus it stifles one's self-expression
as they worry over the spectators impression


and so they are ensnared
in their own fear of being scared
of doing that which the decorous wouldn't dare

But why and wherefore
does this fright matter more
than the thing they miss most
which is life lived how they wish it were so?
 
ScotchMist said:
Do you like cocaine Nom?
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Yeah, depending on the context, milieu, etc. I like cocaine because it acts like a whetstone between my ears—it sharpens my mind, provides clarity to abstract thoughts of language, maths, philosophy, etc. In fact, one of my favorite drug combinations consists of a dissociative coupled with cocaine.
 
Sammy G said:
What's the sound of one ham crapping?
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[ Just washed down some a few self-made gel capsules of amobarbital, some ethallobarbital, and three clandestine methaqualone tablets (as potent and as worthwhile as Mandrax or Quaaludes originally) with two shots Courvoisier and about 300 mL grapefruit juice—roughly 15 minutes ago. Tonight, lads... it will be exhilarating!]

Sammy G, I intend not to offend or insult you. All that Internet donnybrook, back and forth bullshitting banter was nothing personal, mate.

I am willing to reconcile our differences, iron out the corrugated wrinkles and untwist the plaits of pevishness we've spurn from our backbiting and fighting. If and only if you will meet me half way or at least appreciate, at a visceral level, the efforts I've made to remend the things broken and fastidiously fasten back together again the damaged incurred and expended—from both sides of the fracas.

Relations aren't like Humpty Dumpty, in that when they lose balance and totter before tumbling down, th resulting damages aren't irreparable. Building a mutual affinity between two obstinate rivals is vastly easidr than is piecing the remnants of a severely broken
egg back together (nevermind that arduous task of scooping the spilled yoke from the grass and soil and somehow placing it as ot were before the egg got too tipsy and tipped over).

One can not unscramble an anthropomorphic talking egg, too clumsy to sit without slipping. But acquaintances are made, lost, and remade every minute of every day.

So, what shall you say? I'm copacetic, man—cool as a cucumber submerged in liquid nitrogen. It is your choice to continue onward with nonsensical resentment over past events. I'm looking forward to your response.
 
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