Welcome Professur
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MrBishop
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Grats Prof!! The orange is weird on ya, but...c'est la vie, eh?
BTW...shouldn't it be called the computer forum and not the sciences one? Other non-computer subjects either never crop up there (they end up in RW) or quickly dissapear.
Perhaps a forum-split...1 computer forum and 1 sciences forum. I know that Camelyn and I would LOVE to Moderate that one.
BTW...shouldn't it be called the computer forum and not the sciences one? Other non-computer subjects either never crop up there (they end up in RW) or quickly dissapear.
Perhaps a forum-split...1 computer forum and 1 sciences forum. I know that Camelyn and I would LOVE to Moderate that one.
unclehobart
New Member
Prof: Old woman!
Hobart: Man!
Prof: Man. Sorry. What mod lives in that forum over there?
Hobart: I'm thirty-four.
Prof: I--what?
Hobart: I'm thirty-four. I'm not old.
Prof: Well, I can't just call you "man."
Hobart: Well, you could say "Robert."
Prof: Well, I didn't know you were called Robert.
Hobart: Well, you didn't bother to find out, did you?
Prof: I did say "sorry" about the "old woman" but from behind you looked--
Hobart: What I object to is that you automatically treat me like an inferior!
Prof: Well, I am the new mod!
Hobart: Oh, mod, eh. Very nice. And you do you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers! By 'anging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society. If there's ever going to be any progress with the--
*Appearance of Hobart's mother in a pile of mud*
Mother: Rob, there's some lovely filth down here. Oh! *seeing Prof* How do you do?
Prof: How do you do, good lady. I am Prof, King of the scitech forum at OTC. Whose forum is that?
Mother: Mod of the who?
Prof: OTC.
Mother: Who are the OTC?
Prof: Well, we all are. We are all OTC, and I am your mod.
Mother: I didn't know we had a mod. I thought we were an autonomous collective.
Hobart: You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship. A self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes--
Mother: Oh, there you go, bringing class into it again.
Hobart: That's what it's all about. If only people would hear of--
Arthur: Please, please, good peope. I am in haste. Who lives in that forum?
Mother: No-one lives there.
Prof: Then who is your lord?
Mother: We don't have a lord.
Prof: What?
Hobart: I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week.
Prof: Yes.
Hobart: But all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting--
Prof: Yes, I see.
Hobart: By a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs--
Prof: Be quiet!
Hobart: But by a two-thirds majority in the case of more major--
Prof: Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!
Mother: Order, eh? Who does he think he is? Heh...
Prof: I am your mod!
Mother: Well, I didn't vote for you.
Prof: You don't vote for mods.
Mother: Well, how did you become mod then?
Prof: The Lady of the Lake...*angels singing*...her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Prof, was to carry Excalibur. *singing stops* That is why I am your mod!
Hobart: Listen, strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
Prof: Be quiet!
Hobart: Well, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!
Prof: Shut up!
Hobat: I mean, if I went 'round saying I was admin just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away!
Prof: Shut up, will you? Shut up!
Hobart: Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system.
Prof: Shut up! *Prof grabs Hobart*
Robert: Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help! I'm being repressed!
Prof: Bloody peasant!
Hobart: Oh, what a give-away. Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about. Did you see him repressing me? You saw it, didn't you?
Hobart: Man!
Prof: Man. Sorry. What mod lives in that forum over there?
Hobart: I'm thirty-four.
Prof: I--what?
Hobart: I'm thirty-four. I'm not old.
Prof: Well, I can't just call you "man."
Hobart: Well, you could say "Robert."
Prof: Well, I didn't know you were called Robert.
Hobart: Well, you didn't bother to find out, did you?
Prof: I did say "sorry" about the "old woman" but from behind you looked--
Hobart: What I object to is that you automatically treat me like an inferior!
Prof: Well, I am the new mod!
Hobart: Oh, mod, eh. Very nice. And you do you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers! By 'anging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society. If there's ever going to be any progress with the--
*Appearance of Hobart's mother in a pile of mud*
Mother: Rob, there's some lovely filth down here. Oh! *seeing Prof* How do you do?
Prof: How do you do, good lady. I am Prof, King of the scitech forum at OTC. Whose forum is that?
Mother: Mod of the who?
Prof: OTC.
Mother: Who are the OTC?
Prof: Well, we all are. We are all OTC, and I am your mod.
Mother: I didn't know we had a mod. I thought we were an autonomous collective.
Hobart: You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship. A self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes--
Mother: Oh, there you go, bringing class into it again.
Hobart: That's what it's all about. If only people would hear of--
Arthur: Please, please, good peope. I am in haste. Who lives in that forum?
Mother: No-one lives there.
Prof: Then who is your lord?
Mother: We don't have a lord.
Prof: What?
Hobart: I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week.
Prof: Yes.
Hobart: But all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting--
Prof: Yes, I see.
Hobart: By a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs--
Prof: Be quiet!
Hobart: But by a two-thirds majority in the case of more major--
Prof: Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!
Mother: Order, eh? Who does he think he is? Heh...
Prof: I am your mod!
Mother: Well, I didn't vote for you.
Prof: You don't vote for mods.
Mother: Well, how did you become mod then?
Prof: The Lady of the Lake...*angels singing*...her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Prof, was to carry Excalibur. *singing stops* That is why I am your mod!
Hobart: Listen, strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
Prof: Be quiet!
Hobart: Well, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!
Prof: Shut up!
Hobat: I mean, if I went 'round saying I was admin just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away!
Prof: Shut up, will you? Shut up!
Hobart: Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system.
Prof: Shut up! *Prof grabs Hobart*
Robert: Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help! I'm being repressed!
Prof: Bloody peasant!
Hobart: Oh, what a give-away. Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about. Did you see him repressing me? You saw it, didn't you?
