04-29-2005, 11:32 PM
Warlocke!
I demand that you bring your friend Flicka! Don't make me come over there young man!
Elitism at the Lounge? Pshaw. Most of us here are rocket scientists. Or Ph.D.s. Or people with entirely to much free time. Or worse, are rocket scientists with Ph.D.s and way to much free time. We demand a higher standard. We do not tolerate idiots, morons, or dolts. We become irritated by their inane prattle. We have had it drilled into our little perfectionist skulls to be the best that we can be, and we get downright pissed if we see others failing to live up to their own personal potential. Most of us didn't get where we are today being some common dipstick. We got where we were by demanding more from our selves, and the world around us, than our common fellow man. It's not that we are better. That's not it at all. We hold our selves to a higher standard because we know we are capable of it. We lambaste the dimwitted because it is entertaining to do so.
It's not that we are elitist snobs. Well, some of us are. Let's not deny that. When I introduce my self as Doctor So-And-So, it's because I put a whole lot of work into making my self as such. All that work demands recognition. I am not the common Mister Whatsisname. Nor are we the common gamers. When we call our selves Lurkers, it's because we put an awful lot into what we do, and it demands recognition. We work hard, we play hard. And we don't want our good time spoiled by numbskulls and twits. If you come to our playground, we will hold you to the same standards that we hold our selves, and each other to. You must understand, this is our playground. You choose to be here. And by being here, you subject your self to this community's standards. This is our place to kick off our thinking caps and be our selves. And we can be very protective to preserve the environment that we have created here. This is a place of refuge online for many of us. Our home. Our Hydralisk Den, where we evolve our selves to be something a little bit better.
Now, about those Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters, who's buying?
I demand that you bring your friend Flicka! Don't make me come over there young man!
Elitism at the Lounge? Pshaw. Most of us here are rocket scientists. Or Ph.D.s. Or people with entirely to much free time. Or worse, are rocket scientists with Ph.D.s and way to much free time. We demand a higher standard. We do not tolerate idiots, morons, or dolts. We become irritated by their inane prattle. We have had it drilled into our little perfectionist skulls to be the best that we can be, and we get downright pissed if we see others failing to live up to their own personal potential. Most of us didn't get where we are today being some common dipstick. We got where we were by demanding more from our selves, and the world around us, than our common fellow man. It's not that we are better. That's not it at all. We hold our selves to a higher standard because we know we are capable of it. We lambaste the dimwitted because it is entertaining to do so.
It's not that we are elitist snobs. Well, some of us are. Let's not deny that. When I introduce my self as Doctor So-And-So, it's because I put a whole lot of work into making my self as such. All that work demands recognition. I am not the common Mister Whatsisname. Nor are we the common gamers. When we call our selves Lurkers, it's because we put an awful lot into what we do, and it demands recognition. We work hard, we play hard. And we don't want our good time spoiled by numbskulls and twits. If you come to our playground, we will hold you to the same standards that we hold our selves, and each other to. You must understand, this is our playground. You choose to be here. And by being here, you subject your self to this community's standards. This is our place to kick off our thinking caps and be our selves. And we can be very protective to preserve the environment that we have created here. This is a place of refuge online for many of us. Our home. Our Hydralisk Den, where we evolve our selves to be something a little bit better.
Now, about those Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters, who's buying?
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."