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We appear to have an irc channel, but does anyone ever use it? If not, would it be in any way useful to us if we did? I think there was stuff that went on there in the past, but it seems to have been pretty much forgotten. For what it's worth, I'm on there right now and nobody else is saying anything, though it says there are a few other users online. ❦ Flyingcat (meow?) 05:24, 24 Novelniver 2013 (UTC)
- I'm not on there anymore, but if anyone should ever happen to visit http://webchat.freenode.net/?channels=illogicopedia and see someone with the nick flyingcat, it's me. I hope to one day go on and find that I'm not talking to just empty space. ❦ Flyingcat (meow?) 14:58, 24 Novelniver 2013 (UTC)
- I'm there right now.
05:16, 25 Novelniver 2013 (UTC)
- I'm there now too. Don't know if you're on anymore. ❦ Flyingcat (meow?) 20:41, 25 Novelniver 2013 (UTC)
- I'm not there now. I might be later. 02:28, 27 Novelniver 2013 (UTC)
- I'm not there now, nor will I be in the foreseeable future. I've lost my mIRC registration, and they've shut me off because I seem to be a leech-like user, feeding off the lifeblood of Mr. Khaled's work. Were it not for the fact that I am on a fixed (also read, "low") income, I'd gladly pay him the pittance he asks for his fine shareware product.
- I'm not there now. I might be later.
- I'm there now too. Don't know if you're on anymore. ❦ Flyingcat (meow?) 20:41, 25 Novelniver 2013 (UTC)
- I'm there right now.
- I've given this issue some thought. There was a time when I could have written a piece of software that would have made me some change. My simplest option for distribution would have been shareware, for reasons that should be obvious to anyone reading this. If I dedicated much or all of my working time to this imaginary application, I imagined that loss of income from users who just didn't want to pay, yet still profit from it's benefits to their businesses would probably bother me, if only a bit.
- I then wondered, what would be the cutoff point, where I'd be more than a bit bothered. Twenty percent? Fifty percent? Seventy five percent? What about non-profits? Homeless veterans? Do I want their money too?
- I had makings of a good rant going here when my browser locked up and I lost the best parts. I blamed my wife for distracting me. She felt awful because she knows how much a good rant means to me, especially if it's mine. Now I have power over her for at least the rest of the day. Shall I put her to nefarious uses, perhaps resurrecting the dead or using chili powder in a turkey pie? Maybe I'll have her buy me the Necronomicon for Christmas.
- Well, that's it for now. I'm going to put heating pads on my shoulders and low back, then ask my wife to rub my shoulders, neck and upper back. If she's feeling guilty enough, she'll go until her hands cramp up and she's screaming like a Pakistani goat with Alzheimer's, wearing a tutu, gas mask and a cowboy hat, covered in Wesson Oil with crosses shaven into his torso and dangling from his neck, fearing that once caught, his testes will be roasted in place, and he will be set loose among young, nubile lady goats who will ridicule and humiliate him to the point that he decides to flee to California, join the Screen Actor's Guild, write 3 successive episodes of South Park, buys nine beagles, meets Bonnie Raitt at the Smithsonian Institution, shares nachos in a gallery off the "History of Soldering" exhibit, join forces with the X-men, sell merchandise to bewildered Canadians and use the proceeds to fund a lobby in Washington D. C. to promote wisecracking coelocanths who only eat popcorn. 19:10, 29 Novelniver 2013 (UTC)
- Wow. ❦ Flyingcat (meow?) 21:13, 29 Novelniver 2013 (UTC)
- I had a rant once. It was awesome. I ranted so hard my nuts fell off. And then I had to go chase them.Blottobot (talk) 00:57, 30 Novelniver 2013 (UTC)
- MacAdamia Nuts? 14:51, 30 Novelniver 2013 (UTC)
- MacAdamia Nuts?
- Wow. ❦ Flyingcat (meow?) 21:13, 29 Novelniver 2013 (UTC)
- Well, that's it for now. I'm going to put heating pads on my shoulders and low back, then ask my wife to rub my shoulders, neck and upper back. If she's feeling guilty enough, she'll go until her hands cramp up and she's screaming like a Pakistani goat with Alzheimer's, wearing a tutu, gas mask and a cowboy hat, covered in Wesson Oil with crosses shaven into his torso and dangling from his neck, fearing that once caught, his testes will be roasted in place, and he will be set loose among young, nubile lady goats who will ridicule and humiliate him to the point that he decides to flee to California, join the Screen Actor's Guild, write 3 successive episodes of South Park, buys nine beagles, meets Bonnie Raitt at the Smithsonian Institution, shares nachos in a gallery off the "History of Soldering" exhibit, join forces with the X-men, sell merchandise to bewildered Canadians and use the proceeds to fund a lobby in Washington D. C. to promote wisecracking coelocanths who only eat popcorn.