Says Xev:
"Merlot? Merlot kicks ass, but I'm not much of a wine drinker.
::gasp:: What? You mean *not* Charlmagne or Burgundy? Surely, you jest?
You really can't get over the fact that I saw through your pseudo-social rebel shit, can you?
If you'd had ventured to see, you'd have noticed I deleted my profile.
Now, why, says you- well, I'd gone back to read it and found that it made me sound like a gassy apostate (much like you), and what it had to say about me smacked of sophism eager to impress, which is what I somehow felt I had to do when first registering for sciforums thinking I was in for a "parlay with prodigies", if you will.
Who doesn't?
The idea was that this place was to be bright, fresh, and intimidating.
But having been here a while and getting a feel for the joint, I'm sure you'd understand that on finding the constituency largely that of laypeople who like to shed half-baked knowledge like dandruff (uh...again, like you) I was suddenly disgusted at my god awful entry. I felt overdressed in a fast-food joint, if you follow. So I took back what I'd put in, the way you would pick your pearls back up before swine.
You didnt *see* through shit dearest. There's no mental prowess in seeing through what's in front of your godamm face. A twelve year-old would've noticed my purposeful pedancy and had he called my bluff in the most pubescent way possible he would've gotten the point across and shot it straight through my forehead.
But you had to go on quoting Neitzche. Uh-oh...wait a sec, you're always quoting Nietzche, aren't you?
Which speaks buttloads of what you are friend, and about a third more of the sciforum family: a quote-dropping quasi.
Nary a post goes by where we don't hear some Nietzche, some Camus, some Nietzche some more. It's as if a handful of Nietzches held a banquet and you crawled under to pick up the crumbs, came running back panting to show the fold what you'd got.
Which reminds me, Nightfall, I logged off last night slighty amused at this reference of Xev's wanting to get laid by philosophers until it suddenly dawned on me that by doing so there's yet another venue of possibilites for Xev here to name-drop, show you what she knows, let you know she knows........you know ::::" pokes you in the ribs::::
Russell and Camus were brilliant men, but just imagining them over me panting with the vein of passion swollen on their foreheads makes me sick............