<Farce> Hansel and Grendel.  Now there's a fairy tale. :D

<+Vorpy> Don't think of me as an enemy though GB, think of me as an obstacle, or a test.
<+GuitarBizarre> Nah, you're too stupid.
<+GuitarBizarre> I'd rather think of you as "That person who isn't around much"
<+GuitarBizarre> or, failing that "Who?"

<Solstace> D8s are not nearly as bad as D4s.
<Solstace> Those things are caltrops in dice form.

<IllFlower> Well, programming for giant robots probably involves runtime analysis /somewhere/, don't you think?
<IllFlower> "SIR OUR POWER LEVELS ARE ASYMPTOTICALLY BOUND BY X SQUARED"
<IllFlower> "NO THAT'S NO GOOD WE HAVE TO GO EXPONENTIAL"
<IllFlower> "BUT SIR THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE"
<IllFlower> "NO ALGORITHMS BE DAMNED WE ARE GOING E TO THE GODDAMN X"

<Nitya> okay you're never going to believe what just happened
<Nitya> I plugged my netbook into a printer, hit "print" in my browser, and it printed what I wanted it to print immediately.
<Nitya> Plus, this is Linux.  And I've never printed anything with it before.
<JBridge> Impossible.
<JBridge> Liar.
<Nitya> Should I like... sacrifice some small animal in thanks?
<Nitya> There weren't any configuration screens.  It just happened.
<Miijhal> the gods of technology smile upon you

<JBridge> And yeah. We raped feepbot to death.
<Nitya> jseblan: Neat.
<jseblan> Yeah
<jseblan> Unless it lasts more than 52 minutes

<Saladofstones> all I can think of is a belgian expression for when something is useless
<Saladofstones> "its as useless as the pecker on the pope"
<Juardboiled> "belgian"
<Juardboiled> oh
<Saladofstones> what
<Saladofstones> you gonna knock my people
<Juardboiled> yes wha chu gunna do bub
<Saladofstones> I'll love you so tenderly man
* Juardboiled rips off shirt to reveal another shit saying no sorry i'm taken
<Rig> Juan is just covered in layers of shit.
<Barcode> dude, is that a fucking biological ability
<Barcode> growing shirts
<Rig> My biological ability is not giving shits.
<Rig> I'm a mutant.
<Rig> Mister No Shits Given
<Juardboiled> that explains so much about rig

<Spacethash> Every Hemmingway book in a nutshell: Why did the chicken cross the road? To die. Alone. In the rain. Because he went to war.

<Puffin> hah, my mom's coworker thinks I'm a guy
<General_Barcode> it does that to escape predators

<Lin_Chong> What is best in life?
<Rig> Fat blunts.