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  1. Today is the fourth day of ownership of my pen, and I have to say I'm starting to treat it like an old friend.

    What kind of whackjob treats a pen "like an old friend", and proceeds to write an 8 paragraph review of it?

    I remember back when pens with erasable ink came on the market. The Southpaws always smeared their work and wound up wearing ink on their left hands. I wonder if they ruined it for everyone because I don't recall the pens being around very long.

    I also remember when white-out (Liquid Paper) was banned from my school because of sniffers. And who can forget life before the invention of hi-liters, sticky-notes and computers.

    Office life must've been hell for perfectionists prior to the '80s.

  2. Don't blame the Danes, blame the Chinese. In their quest to speedily kill everyone - yes, EVERYONE (even themselves) - the Chinese sell only the "best" melamine-coated, lead-lined, coffee brewers/canisters that $10 can buy. Hotels and the like can't pass up such a great deal and it's the unsuspecting, coffee-drinking masses who pay the price.

    *sips a Timmy's large double-double*

  3. Hey, Wilhammer, I got a giggle from your post.

    John,

    Bugged,

    I have two principal online haunts: the BFC Forums and Earth Boppin, with most of my attention there on Earth Groans. I have been coming here since February 2001 and have talked to all kinds of people, from all over the world, about all kinds of things. I find the range of perspectives extremely useful, but there has been a precipitous drop, I think, in the quality of discussions ever since the Mods practically abandoned the GDF, allowing the board bullies to practically take over and rule by intimidation, name calling and innuendo. I'm not perfect, far from it, but my default discussion mode isn't flinging poo squarely in someone's face while calling him names. I do make mistakes, and my oft poor memory, mental focus and crazy sleep cycle only compound the difficulties of communicating highly controversial (to them) concepts to highly reactive, actively resistant, sometimes vicious interlocutors. This, though, is a forum for civil discourse, within specified bounds, and I intend to continue to have such conversations, on everything from aa to zymurgy, whether those who despise me like it or not. Nor, in my view, does the board equivalent of screaming, yelling, name calling and worse constitute such civil discourse. I just got through demonstrating that my deriders are now in the minority on the UFO matter, and I can point to polls that show much the same regarding the American views on 9/11, the JFK assassination and more. Yet, somehow, I'm the crazy?

    Regards,

    John Kettler

    You'll note that I did not call you a crazy. However, you continue to post on subjects that garner you the attention that you get - and you do it time and time again - then cry foul when it all blows up.

    • You acknowledge in your above-quoted post that you disrupt this board.
    • You cast blame on the mods for not moderating.
    • You then go on to say you'll continue to post in this manner.

    You throw the bait out and people take the bait.

    What's your definition of a troll?

  4. Many here would evolve as intellectual human beings if they took the time to discuss topics in a rational manner.

    Is it even possible to discuss irrational topics (as demonstrated in a great majority of his posts) in a rational manner? I second what Affentitten posted above.

    How come Kettler bothers with this board is beyond me.

    Indeed. My guess is that when you find the answer to your question, you won't be so quick to jump to JK's defense.

  5. There you have it, then. It is Saturday morning...roughly speaking, and I am alive, while Dalem is clearly dead. I look around. I see myself; I do not see Dalem.

    I attribute my well-deserved victory to clean living, a light, healthful diet of pork, alcohol and radishes, and by the judicious use of my vote to support the Liberal Party. All of which has led to this glorious day, and a soon to be cooked breakfast of eggs, pig and stout.

    While the outcome was never in doubt, I would like to say that my opponent fought a good fight, but was sadly competing in a league beyond his abilities. And, despite the brutal and savage taunting, which included over 45 minutes of randomly reading things to me off his bookshelves, despite my repeated protests, I bear him no ill-will.

    As I move now to fill myself a healthful glass, I can only imagine the surprised and rather comical expression that must be on his face right now, as his soul arrives in Hell. Good luck to him, I say, best wishes, and mind the laughing demon with the instruments of torture behind you. Do not think of this as a 'defeat', Dalem, but rather a simple act of 'extraordinary rendition'.

    What?

    I mean... what?

    Best I can tell, we're dealing with a split-personality here. Seanachai occupies the right brain while dalem occupied the left brain. The stroke affected the left brain, ergo, dalem is now dead.

  6. We have a lot of Chinese immigrants where I live and it means nothing to them.

    I think this is how the tradition of egging houses on Halloween night got started.

    I maybe had a dozen kids come to my door. I sent a couple of them away though because their effort was so pathetic.

    I figure if they make the effort to get to my front door, it's worth some candy. Afterall, it's not as if I go all out with my own decorations at Halloween - one fake pumpkin on display doesn't exactly scream with enthusiasm. I'm hardly one to rag on the efforts of anyone else.

    *tosses mini chocolate bars to everyone in this thread*

  7. So over thousands of years where places have been highly enough populated there's no more bitey things left.

    e.g. the most you'd get in the UK is a badger with a short temper.

    Oooooh... I don't knooooow...

    Just the other day I was watching a news report on how a type of black widow spider has taken up residence in London (and other European cities). Seems the spiders hitched a ride there in the containers of some imported fruit. Apparently the winters are no longer cold enough to kill them off.

    They showed a man, who happens to search for these things as part of a study, walk to a bridge and point one out that was living quite comfortably, all nestled in the rock-work of the bridge.

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