Topic: Old people and computers.
Anonymous A started this discussion 14 years ago #18,870
Do not mix.
Anonymous B joined in and replied with this 14 years ago, 1 minute later[^] [v] #311,801
People and Computers do not mix. Computers will evolve to communicate only with computers.
Anonymous A (OP) replied with this 14 years ago, 46 seconds later, 2 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #311,803
Anonymous C joined in and replied with this 14 years ago, 3 hours later, 3 hours after the original post[^] [v] #311,881
What is the point of this thread?
kook !nH6RAuX8mo joined in and replied with this 14 years ago, 6 hours later, 10 hours after the original post[^] [v] #311,947
actually a lot of old people use computers. at the home, we have people who enjoy their laptops, ipads, ipods, automatic photograph printers, and cellphones. You'd really be surprised.
Killer Lettuce !!iNo3FkiZx joined in and replied with this 14 years ago, 1 hour later, 11 hours after the original post[^] [v] #311,985
I doubt this'll be the case for the next generation of old people, though.
Anonymous A (OP) replied with this 14 years ago, 1 minute later, 11 hours after the original post[^] [v] #311,987
FAO: everyone
This was a rather rushed attempt to troll. Please stop responding as it was not meant to be a serious topic.
This was a rather rushed attempt to troll. Please stop responding as it was not meant to be a serious topic.
Killer Lettuce !!iNo3FkiZx replied with this 14 years ago, 1 minute later, 11 hours after the original post[^] [v] #311,990
Anonymous A (OP) replied with this 14 years ago, 4 minutes later, 11 hours after the original post[^] [v] #311,993
Killer Lettuce !!iNo3FkiZx replied with this 14 years ago, 23 minutes later, 11 hours after the original post[^] [v] #312,008
Anonymous A (OP) replied with this 14 years ago, 2 minutes later, 11 hours after the original post[^] [v] #312,013
Killer Lettuce !!iNo3FkiZx replied with this 14 years ago, 1 minute later, 12 hours after the original post[^] [v] #312,015
Anonymous A (OP) replied with this 14 years ago, 4 minutes later, 12 hours after the original post[^] [v] #312,016
Killer Lettuce !!iNo3FkiZx replied with this 14 years ago, 1 minute later, 12 hours after the original post[^] [v] #312,017
Anonymous A (OP) replied with this 14 years ago, 1 minute later, 12 hours after the original post[^] [v] #312,018
Killer Lettuce !!iNo3FkiZx replied with this 14 years ago, 32 seconds later, 12 hours after the original post[^] [v] #312,019
Anonymous A (OP) replied with this 14 years ago, 34 seconds later, 12 hours after the original post[^] [v] #312,020
Killer Lettuce !!iNo3FkiZx replied with this 14 years ago, 3 minutes later, 12 hours after the original post[^] [v] #312,024
Nega !34Kas0OdzM joined in and replied with this 14 years ago, 1 minute later, 12 hours after the original post[^] [v] #312,025
Except that you're wrong, OP.
Anonymous B replied with this 14 years ago, 7 minutes later, 12 hours after the original post[^] [v] #312,028
brie !qHMKBShvyU replied with this 14 years ago, 35 minutes later, 12 hours after the original post[^] [v] #312,036
Anonymous G joined in and replied with this 14 years ago, 13 minutes later, 13 hours after the original post[^] [v] #312,039
They mix all the time. Old people love attention and they love computers for that very reason. Life's lonely when you're wrinkly. Old folks will use any excuse to get help from a pretty young boy.
Anonymous B replied with this 14 years ago, 16 minutes later, 13 hours after the original post[^] [v] #312,048
@312,036 (brie !qHMKBShvyU)
@311,993 (A)
Error in my reply to OP and this makes more sense
We/You are the victim of strange attractors x → 4 x (1 – x) with a limit cycle.
@311,993 (A)
Error in my reply to OP and this makes more sense
We/You are the victim of strange attractors x → 4 x (1 – x) with a limit cycle.
VAR !hEyBrieeXM replied with this 14 years ago, 4 minutes later, 13 hours after the original post[^] [v] #312,050
Anonymous B replied with this 14 years ago, 20 minutes later, 13 hours after the original post[^] [v] #312,052
@previous (VAR !hEyBrieeXM)
lolonono
OP posts as Troll. OP as result of Chaos theory evokes the Butterfly effect. Chaos systems are deterministic, meaning our behavior is fully determined by Trolls initial causation, as a result of Trolls post.
Quantitatively, two trajectories in phase space (MC Post) diverge.
lolonono
OP posts as Troll. OP as result of Chaos theory evokes the Butterfly effect. Chaos systems are deterministic, meaning our behavior is fully determined by Trolls initial causation, as a result of Trolls post.
Quantitatively, two trajectories in phase space (MC Post) diverge.
(Edited 24 seconds later.)
Anonymous A (OP) replied with this 14 years ago, 3 minutes later, 13 hours after the original post[^] [v] #312,053
Everyone shut the hell up.
Anonymous B replied with this 14 years ago, 1 minute later, 13 hours after the original post[^] [v] #312,055
Anonymous A (OP) replied with this 14 years ago, 56 seconds later, 13 hours after the original post[^] [v] #312,056
Anonymous B replied with this 14 years ago, 2 minutes later, 14 hours after the original post[^] [v] #312,057
Killer Lettuce !!iNo3FkiZx replied with this 14 years ago, 41 minutes later, 14 hours after the original post[^] [v] #312,060
Anonymous A (OP) replied with this 14 years ago, 9 minutes later, 14 hours after the original post[^] [v] #312,063
@previous (Killer Lettuce !!iNo3FkiZx)
u are 1 fukking cheeky fag mate i swear i am goin 2 wreck u i swear on my mums life and i no u are scared lil bitch gettin your mates to send me messages saying dont meet up coz u r sum big bastard with muscles lol fukkin sad mate really sad jus shows what a scared lil gay boy u are and whats all this crap ur mates sendin me about sum website that 1 of your faverite places to look at men u lil fukkin gay boy fone me if u got da balls cheeky prick see if u can step up lil queer
u are 1 fukking cheeky fag mate i swear i am goin 2 wreck u i swear on my mums life and i no u are scared lil bitch gettin your mates to send me messages saying dont meet up coz u r sum big bastard with muscles lol fukkin sad mate really sad jus shows what a scared lil gay boy u are and whats all this crap ur mates sendin me about sum website that 1 of your faverite places to look at men u lil fukkin gay boy fone me if u got da balls cheeky prick see if u can step up lil queer
Anonymous B replied with this 14 years ago, 3 minutes later, 14 hours after the original post[^] [v] #312,065
Anonymous A (OP) replied with this 14 years ago, 3 minutes later, 14 hours after the original post[^] [v] #312,066
@previous (B)
you feel like insulting me? bring it on you faggot. I know multiple fighting styles, and I also carry a switchblade with me at all times. Something fucking tells me that you'd be better off keeping your arms down at your sides. If you can't fucking put "cause" and "effect" together in that pathetic brain of yours, I'll help you out here. You'll be standing face to face with me, and let me fuckinging tell you, it'll already be too fucking late to back down at that point. You might decide "well fuck, I might as well stay true to my word and throw a fucking punch". This is where you will go wrong. I hope you don't have a job that requires two fucking hands, because you're going to be missing one after I'm done with you. I'll casually divert your fist off to the side, as you suddenly realize you may have gotten yourself into something you can't back up. You'll try to regroup and pull your arm back, but that wont be easy when I jab my spear-pointed Benchmade switchblade straight through the bone in your forearm, and proceed to rip your entire fucking forearm and hand off in one quick pull. At this point, you'll probably spend 2 seconds in shock. I say 2 seconds, because thats the amount of time you'll have before I reverse the knife in my hand, and uppercut it straight through your throat. You'll spend your last few seconds gurgling blood, and wondering where you went wrong. After that, I'll be forced to take care of any witnesses who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Nothing a few quick choke slams can't fix, followed by a nice gentle slice across the jugular with the Benchmade.
Now, motherfucker, you sure you want to go through with that insult?
you feel like insulting me? bring it on you faggot. I know multiple fighting styles, and I also carry a switchblade with me at all times. Something fucking tells me that you'd be better off keeping your arms down at your sides. If you can't fucking put "cause" and "effect" together in that pathetic brain of yours, I'll help you out here. You'll be standing face to face with me, and let me fuckinging tell you, it'll already be too fucking late to back down at that point. You might decide "well fuck, I might as well stay true to my word and throw a fucking punch". This is where you will go wrong. I hope you don't have a job that requires two fucking hands, because you're going to be missing one after I'm done with you. I'll casually divert your fist off to the side, as you suddenly realize you may have gotten yourself into something you can't back up. You'll try to regroup and pull your arm back, but that wont be easy when I jab my spear-pointed Benchmade switchblade straight through the bone in your forearm, and proceed to rip your entire fucking forearm and hand off in one quick pull. At this point, you'll probably spend 2 seconds in shock. I say 2 seconds, because thats the amount of time you'll have before I reverse the knife in my hand, and uppercut it straight through your throat. You'll spend your last few seconds gurgling blood, and wondering where you went wrong. After that, I'll be forced to take care of any witnesses who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Nothing a few quick choke slams can't fix, followed by a nice gentle slice across the jugular with the Benchmade.
Now, motherfucker, you sure you want to go through with that insult?
Anonymous B replied with this 14 years ago, 7 minutes later, 15 hours after the original post[^] [v] #312,069
@previous (A)
Why is it that switchblade never is around when your Mother asks you to take her in her asshole?
Why is it that switchblade never is around when your Mother asks you to take her in her asshole?
Killer Lettuce !!iNo3FkiZx replied with this 14 years ago, 15 minutes later, 15 hours after the original post[^] [v] #312,074
@312,063 (A)
Look you little shit, you are very close to crossing the line. I want you to know that once I "go Welsh" on someone, it is over. I have ruined lives, destroyed careers, bankrupted people, even provoked one suicide. You may think I am "bawwing" and "mad in space," but you have no idea, man. I will not hesitate to destroy your fucking life. So back off, and let's keep it at a fun level. Thanks.
Look you little shit, you are very close to crossing the line. I want you to know that once I "go Welsh" on someone, it is over. I have ruined lives, destroyed careers, bankrupted people, even provoked one suicide. You may think I am "bawwing" and "mad in space," but you have no idea, man. I will not hesitate to destroy your fucking life. So back off, and let's keep it at a fun level. Thanks.
Anonymous A (OP) replied with this 14 years ago, 2 minutes later, 15 hours after the original post[^] [v] #312,075
Anonymous B replied with this 14 years ago, 2 minutes later, 15 hours after the original post[^] [v] #312,079
@previous (A)
Your are much too used to fucking your Mother. You do not have time to fuck dudes. No dude would want to fuck you based on your desires for your Mama.
Your are much too used to fucking your Mother. You do not have time to fuck dudes. No dude would want to fuck you based on your desires for your Mama.
Anonymous A (OP) replied with this 14 years ago, 7 minutes later, 15 hours after the original post[^] [v] #312,082
@previous (B)
You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. You couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions printed on the heel. You are a canker, an open wound. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you. You took your last vacation in the Islets of Langerhans. You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, and a weasel. I take that back; you are a festering pustule on a weasel's rump. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.
I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. You are a technicolor yawn. And did I mention that you smell?
You are a squeaking rat, a mistake of nature and a heavy-metal bagpipe player. You were not born. You were hatched into an unwilling world that rejects the likes of you. You didn't crawl out of a normal egg, either, but rather a mutant maggot egg rejected by an evil scientist as being below his low standards. Your alleged parents abandoned you at birth and then died of shame in recognition of what they had done to an unsuspecting world. They were a bit late.
Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it ever so much more rapidly. If cluelessness were crude oil, your scalp would be crawling with caribou.
You are a thick-headed trog. I have seen skeet with more sense than you have. You are a few bricks short of a full load, a few cards short of a full deck, a few bytes short of a full core dump, and a few chromosomes short of a full human. Worse than that, you top-post. God created houseflies, cockroaches, maggots, mosquitos, fleas, ticks, slugs, leeches, and intestinal parasites, then he lowered his standards and made you. I take it back; God didn't make you. You are Satan's spawn. You are Evil beyond comprehension, half-living in the slough of despair. You are the entropy which will claim us all. You are a green-nostriled, crossed eyed, hairy-livered inbred trout-defiler. You make Ebola look good.
You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. You are not ANSI compliant and your markup doesn't validate. You have a couple of address lines shorted together. You should be promoted to Engineering Manager.
Do you really expect your delusional and incoherent ramblings to be read? Everyone plonked you long ago. Do you fantasize that your tantrums and conniption fits could possibly be worth the $0.000000001 worth of electricity used to send them? Your life is one big W.O.M.B.A.T. and your future doesn't look promising either. We need to trace your bloodline and terminate all siblings and cousins in order to cleanse humanity of your polluted genes. The good news is that no normal human would ever mate with you, so we won't have to go into the sewers in search of your git.
You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a loathsome disease, a drooling inbred cross-eyed toesucker. You make Quakers shout and strike Pentecostals silent. You have a version 1.0 mind in a version 6.12 world. Your mother had to tie a pork chop around your neck just to get your dog to play with you. You believe that P.D.Q. Bach is the greatest composer who ever lived. You prefer L. Ron Hubbard to Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle. Hee-Haw is too deep for you. You would watch test patterns all day if the other inmates would let you.
On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. Spammers look down on you. Phone sex operators hang up on you. Telemarketers refuse to be seen in public with you. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go. May you choke on your own foolish opinions. You are a Pusillanimous galactophage and you wear your sister's training bra. Don't bother opening the door when you leave - you should be able to slime your way out underneath. I hope that when you get home your mother runs out from under the porch and bites you.
You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking half-twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated tosser. You bloody churlish boil-brained clot pole ponce. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill. May your spouse be blessed with many bastards.
You are so clueless that if you dressed in a clue skin, doused yourself in clue musk, and did the clue dance in the middle of a field of horny clues at the height of clue mating season, you still would not have a clue. If you were a movie you would be a double feature; Battlefield Earth and Moron Movies II. You would be out of focus.
You are a fiend and a sniveling coward, and you have bad breath. You are the unholy spawn of a bandy-legged hobo and a syphilitic camel. You wear strangely mismatched clothing with oddly placed stains. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just knowing that you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away. You are jetsam who dreams of becoming flotsam. You won't make it. I beg for sweet death to come and remove me from a world which became unbearable when you crawled out of a harpy's lair.
It is hard to believe how incredibly stupid you are. Stupid as a stone that the other stones make fun of. So stupid that you have traveled far beyond stupid as we know it and into a new dimension of stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid cubed. Trans-stupid stupid. Stupid collapsed to a singularity where even the stupons have collapsed into stuponium. Stupid so dense that no intelligence can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot summer day on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one minute than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. It cannot be possible that anything in our universe can really be this stupid. This is a primordial fragment from the original big stupid bang. A pure extract of stupid with absolute stupid purity. Stupid beyond the laws of nature. I must apologize. I can't go on. This is my epiphany of stupid. After this experience, you may not hear from me for a while. I don't think that I can summon the strength left to mock your moronic opinions and malformed comments about boring trivia or your other drivel. Duh.
The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have snipped away most of your of what you wrote, because, well ... it didn't really say anything. Your attempt at constructing a creative flame was pitiful. I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults among a load of babbling was hardly effective... Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this world who find these things to be difficult. If I had known that this was true in your case then I would have never have exposed myself to what you wrote. It just wouldn't have been "right." Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you.
You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. You couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions printed on the heel. You are a canker, an open wound. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you. You took your last vacation in the Islets of Langerhans. You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, and a weasel. I take that back; you are a festering pustule on a weasel's rump. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.
I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. You are a technicolor yawn. And did I mention that you smell?
You are a squeaking rat, a mistake of nature and a heavy-metal bagpipe player. You were not born. You were hatched into an unwilling world that rejects the likes of you. You didn't crawl out of a normal egg, either, but rather a mutant maggot egg rejected by an evil scientist as being below his low standards. Your alleged parents abandoned you at birth and then died of shame in recognition of what they had done to an unsuspecting world. They were a bit late.
Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it ever so much more rapidly. If cluelessness were crude oil, your scalp would be crawling with caribou.
You are a thick-headed trog. I have seen skeet with more sense than you have. You are a few bricks short of a full load, a few cards short of a full deck, a few bytes short of a full core dump, and a few chromosomes short of a full human. Worse than that, you top-post. God created houseflies, cockroaches, maggots, mosquitos, fleas, ticks, slugs, leeches, and intestinal parasites, then he lowered his standards and made you. I take it back; God didn't make you. You are Satan's spawn. You are Evil beyond comprehension, half-living in the slough of despair. You are the entropy which will claim us all. You are a green-nostriled, crossed eyed, hairy-livered inbred trout-defiler. You make Ebola look good.
You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. You are not ANSI compliant and your markup doesn't validate. You have a couple of address lines shorted together. You should be promoted to Engineering Manager.
Do you really expect your delusional and incoherent ramblings to be read? Everyone plonked you long ago. Do you fantasize that your tantrums and conniption fits could possibly be worth the $0.000000001 worth of electricity used to send them? Your life is one big W.O.M.B.A.T. and your future doesn't look promising either. We need to trace your bloodline and terminate all siblings and cousins in order to cleanse humanity of your polluted genes. The good news is that no normal human would ever mate with you, so we won't have to go into the sewers in search of your git.
You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a loathsome disease, a drooling inbred cross-eyed toesucker. You make Quakers shout and strike Pentecostals silent. You have a version 1.0 mind in a version 6.12 world. Your mother had to tie a pork chop around your neck just to get your dog to play with you. You believe that P.D.Q. Bach is the greatest composer who ever lived. You prefer L. Ron Hubbard to Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle. Hee-Haw is too deep for you. You would watch test patterns all day if the other inmates would let you.
On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. Spammers look down on you. Phone sex operators hang up on you. Telemarketers refuse to be seen in public with you. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go. May you choke on your own foolish opinions. You are a Pusillanimous galactophage and you wear your sister's training bra. Don't bother opening the door when you leave - you should be able to slime your way out underneath. I hope that when you get home your mother runs out from under the porch and bites you.
You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking half-twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated tosser. You bloody churlish boil-brained clot pole ponce. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill. May your spouse be blessed with many bastards.
You are so clueless that if you dressed in a clue skin, doused yourself in clue musk, and did the clue dance in the middle of a field of horny clues at the height of clue mating season, you still would not have a clue. If you were a movie you would be a double feature; Battlefield Earth and Moron Movies II. You would be out of focus.
You are a fiend and a sniveling coward, and you have bad breath. You are the unholy spawn of a bandy-legged hobo and a syphilitic camel. You wear strangely mismatched clothing with oddly placed stains. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just knowing that you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away. You are jetsam who dreams of becoming flotsam. You won't make it. I beg for sweet death to come and remove me from a world which became unbearable when you crawled out of a harpy's lair.
It is hard to believe how incredibly stupid you are. Stupid as a stone that the other stones make fun of. So stupid that you have traveled far beyond stupid as we know it and into a new dimension of stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid cubed. Trans-stupid stupid. Stupid collapsed to a singularity where even the stupons have collapsed into stuponium. Stupid so dense that no intelligence can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot summer day on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one minute than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. It cannot be possible that anything in our universe can really be this stupid. This is a primordial fragment from the original big stupid bang. A pure extract of stupid with absolute stupid purity. Stupid beyond the laws of nature. I must apologize. I can't go on. This is my epiphany of stupid. After this experience, you may not hear from me for a while. I don't think that I can summon the strength left to mock your moronic opinions and malformed comments about boring trivia or your other drivel. Duh.
The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have snipped away most of your of what you wrote, because, well ... it didn't really say anything. Your attempt at constructing a creative flame was pitiful. I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults among a load of babbling was hardly effective... Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this world who find these things to be difficult. If I had known that this was true in your case then I would have never have exposed myself to what you wrote. It just wouldn't have been "right." Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you.