oberon: "So what was in the box?"
Dan: "Goodies."
oberon: "Can I have some goodies?"
Dan: "They're my goodies!"
oberon: "Sharing means caring."
Dan: "But I don't like you."
oberon: "So what was in the box?"
Dan: "Goodies."
oberon: "Can I have some goodies?"
Dan: "They're my goodies!"
oberon: "Sharing means caring."
Dan: "But I don't like you."
(01:45:50) оберон: Women are like my broken window shade.
(01:45:58) оберон: You can pull as hard as you want, but it's not going to change anything
(01:46:08) оберон: and the only solution is to jam them between your bed and the wall with a heavy blanket
(01:46:26) оберон: see, I have the gift if stupalogy
(01:46:29) оберон: it's not quite stupid
(01:46:33) оберон: and it's not quite an analogy
(01:46:38) оберон: and people are just so shocked they smile and nod
(01:46:57) оберон: and don't think to question how it is, exactly, that women are like a piece of plastic rolled over a metal bar.
(01:47:16) оберон: if they did, though, I'd calmly explain that it has to do with the sprinsg.
(01:47:18) оберон: springs, even.
(01:47:55) оберон: Life is like a fire alarm: you wish it would just stay nice and quiet but it never does and you always end up all wet.
(01:48:23) оберон: Now in actuality, a fire alarm is a device which goes "BUZZ" and life is a bunch of organic compounds wiggling about. But people buy it anyway
(01:45:30) оберон: Women are like telephones. They ring when you don't want them to, they don't ring when you want them to, and they have a tendency to wake you in the middle of the night.
(01:44:27) оберон: Women are like toasters. You've got to wait for a bit, and then they go ding. And if you keep waiting, you get a fire. And then you get a guy beating you senseless with a chair.
"Your php client has gained sentience and shown a predisposition for Valley of Strathmore."
Cem: "I wanna throw this awesome party in my Ziv, with like a mad DJ and strobe lights and everything and we'd have to hand pick who came and have a guest list, and you could hire this huge black guy to be a bouncer for like a hundred dollars for the night and he'd make money off people bribing him to get into the party."
Me: "I'd almost go to that party, just for the DJ and the strobe lights."
Cem: "You'd have to get past the bouncer though."
"You keep asking questions—I feel like I'm in the Matrix, you know, and these bullets are flying by me and I'm dodging them."
Me: "Mon nom c'est Jonathan, j'ai un nom qui sème la peur."
Mark: "Ce nom-là ne sème rien."
Mark: "So how many songs can it play at once?"
Me: "An infinite number, theoretically, but I don't want to test the limits of my server."
Mark: [starts a half dozen songs] "I do."
"If she wants genuine oberon, I can provide."