:ph34r: I was sitting in a Turkish coffee shop high on the finest local kef when I realized that tragedy happens, so I pull out my wireless satellite computer as I had a strange compulsion to post a meaningless rambling in a totally off topic forum.
The hashish was coming on strong now and I was feeling very self rightious and important, more than any common man. Compelled, my fingers pressed the keys and out came tiny hardend little meaningless turds of wisdom that elevated me in a social manner unlike any forum topic ever posted. Man I was flying on top of the world! After wiping ( the sweat off my brow) I had that empty feeling and just as I was about to post another self important topic my world came crashing down. A reply had suddenly popped up by a "Hacksaw" obviously uninformed on the ways of the world and utterly ignorant of the topic of cinematography and international affairs. Feeling rather angry, I tossed the remainder of my coffee at the Turkish waiter and muttered something about his unibrow as I feverishly began stroking (the keys) to a pitch unknown to the human body. Sensing a climax of wisdom and intelligence, I backed off the pace a bit and changed rythm to further enlighten and inform this human piece of garbage hiding behind the alias of Hacksaw.
Remembering the time I was instituionalized for visions of grandeur, I remembered what my psycologist, or was it a relative, had once told me about "hacksaw" types.
He said somthing to the effect that saws will ultimatly rip you open and expose your putrid rotten inner self so that the whole world can see through you.
I immediately changed topic and proceeded to ramble about the merrits of HIGH definition as viewed by hash eaters and other insightful types. Realizing my battery was almost dead I decided to end my sesion, regroup, and join the Peace Corps. I understand that some opressed Pygmies in Africa need some lessions on cinematography and how to avoid having ones soul taken by the "evil picture box."
Chow!
