What's the geekiest thing you've ever said?
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IAteYourMother
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Originally posted by: Imported
I think I said something like "that guy got owned" or something while at work.. people looked at me funny
Ive done that. Few people know what it means. I'm usually too embarrased to say where it comes from
lol, my buddies and I say pwned on a regular basis
not as bad as this kid I used to work with who says 'roflcopter' (pronounced rr-awful copter)
not as bad as this kid I used to work with who says 'roflcopter' (pronounced rr-awful copter)
Soccerman06
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Played CSS in Calc 1 and Comp Science Lecture halls, both times muttering to myself profanities. One time in Calc I yelled out pwned... Everyone looked at me like wtf and the prof didnt even notice.
guy at my old high school said that nerds would say:
"about a chick, if she was a computer, I'd overclock her"
I was sitting there, thinking to myself... now that has had to be one of the stupidest things I've ever heard in my life.
"about a chick, if she was a computer, I'd overclock her"
I was sitting there, thinking to myself... now that has had to be one of the stupidest things I've ever heard in my life.
Once upon a time, (1/T) pretty little Polly Nomial was strolling
through a field of vectors when she came to the edge of a singularly large
matrix.
Now Polly was convergent and her mother had made it an absolute
condition that she never enter such an array without her brackets on.
Polly, however, who had changed her variables that morning and was feeling
particularly badly behaved, ignored this condition on the grounds that it
was insufficient and made her way in amongst the complex elements.
Rows and columns enveloped her on all sides. Tangents approached
her surface. She became tensor and tensor. Quite sudenly, 3 branches of
a hyperbola touched het at a single point. She oscillated violently, lost
all sense of directrix, and went completely divergent. As she reached a
turning point, she tripped over a square root protruding from the erf and
plunged headlong down a steep gradient. When she was differentiated once
more, she found herself, apparently alone, in a non-Euclidean space.
She was being watched, however. That smooth operator, Curly Pi, was
lurking inner product. As his eyes devoured her curvilinear coordinates,
a singular expression crossed his face. Was she still convergent, he
wondered. He decided to integrate improperly at once.
Hearing a vulgar fraction behind her, Polly turned around and saw
Curly Pi approaching with his power series extrapolated. She could see at
once, by his degenerate conic and his dissipated terms, that he was up to
no good.
"Eureka," she gasped.
"Ho, ho," he said. "What a symmetric little polynomial you are.
I can see you are bubbling over with secs."
"Oh, sir," she protested. "Keep away from me. I haven't got my
brackets on."
"Calm yourself, my dear," said our suave operator. "Your fears
are purely imaginary."
"I, I," she thought, "perhaps he's homogeneous then."
"What order are you?" the brute demanded.
"Seventeen," replied Polly.
Curly leered. "I suppose you've never been operated on yet?" he
asked.
"Of course not!" Polly cried indignantly. "I'm absolutely
convergent."
"Come, come," said Curly, "let's off to a decimal place I know and I'll take you to the limit."
"Never," gasped Polly.
"Exchlf," he swore, using the vilest oath he knew. His patience
was gone. Coshing her over the coefficient with a log until she was
powerless, Curly removed her discontinuities. He stared at her
significant places and began smoothing her points of inflection. Poor
Polly. All was up. She felt his hand tending to her asymptotic limit.
Her convergence would soon be gone forever.
There was no mercy, for Curly was a heavyside operator. He
integrated by parts. He integrated by partial fractions. The complex
beast even went all the way around and did a counter integration. What an
indignity to be multiply connected on her first integration. Curly went
on operating until he was absolutely and completely orthogonal.
When Polly got home that night, her mother noticed that she was no
longer piecewise continuous, but had been truncated in several places.
But it was too late to differentiate now. As the months went by, Polly's
denominator increased monotonically. Finally, she went to L'Hopital and
generated a small but pathological function which left surds all over the
place and drove Polly to deviation.
The moral of our sad story is this:
If you want to keep your expression convergent, never allow them a
single degree of freedom.
through a field of vectors when she came to the edge of a singularly large
matrix.
Now Polly was convergent and her mother had made it an absolute
condition that she never enter such an array without her brackets on.
Polly, however, who had changed her variables that morning and was feeling
particularly badly behaved, ignored this condition on the grounds that it
was insufficient and made her way in amongst the complex elements.
Rows and columns enveloped her on all sides. Tangents approached
her surface. She became tensor and tensor. Quite sudenly, 3 branches of
a hyperbola touched het at a single point. She oscillated violently, lost
all sense of directrix, and went completely divergent. As she reached a
turning point, she tripped over a square root protruding from the erf and
plunged headlong down a steep gradient. When she was differentiated once
more, she found herself, apparently alone, in a non-Euclidean space.
She was being watched, however. That smooth operator, Curly Pi, was
lurking inner product. As his eyes devoured her curvilinear coordinates,
a singular expression crossed his face. Was she still convergent, he
wondered. He decided to integrate improperly at once.
Hearing a vulgar fraction behind her, Polly turned around and saw
Curly Pi approaching with his power series extrapolated. She could see at
once, by his degenerate conic and his dissipated terms, that he was up to
no good.
"Eureka," she gasped.
"Ho, ho," he said. "What a symmetric little polynomial you are.
I can see you are bubbling over with secs."
"Oh, sir," she protested. "Keep away from me. I haven't got my
brackets on."
"Calm yourself, my dear," said our suave operator. "Your fears
are purely imaginary."
"I, I," she thought, "perhaps he's homogeneous then."
"What order are you?" the brute demanded.
"Seventeen," replied Polly.
Curly leered. "I suppose you've never been operated on yet?" he
asked.
"Of course not!" Polly cried indignantly. "I'm absolutely
convergent."
"Come, come," said Curly, "let's off to a decimal place I know and I'll take you to the limit."
"Never," gasped Polly.
"Exchlf," he swore, using the vilest oath he knew. His patience
was gone. Coshing her over the coefficient with a log until she was
powerless, Curly removed her discontinuities. He stared at her
significant places and began smoothing her points of inflection. Poor
Polly. All was up. She felt his hand tending to her asymptotic limit.
Her convergence would soon be gone forever.
There was no mercy, for Curly was a heavyside operator. He
integrated by parts. He integrated by partial fractions. The complex
beast even went all the way around and did a counter integration. What an
indignity to be multiply connected on her first integration. Curly went
on operating until he was absolutely and completely orthogonal.
When Polly got home that night, her mother noticed that she was no
longer piecewise continuous, but had been truncated in several places.
But it was too late to differentiate now. As the months went by, Polly's
denominator increased monotonically. Finally, she went to L'Hopital and
generated a small but pathological function which left surds all over the
place and drove Polly to deviation.
The moral of our sad story is this:
If you want to keep your expression convergent, never allow them a
single degree of freedom.
I said "NEG" once during high school physics and the whole class looked at me funny. We were copying down data and someone asked me a question, and that was my response... (NEG). However it was too quiet and I was too loud. Teacher had a good chuckle...
Sure I used to say pwned once in a while back then, but now it's more of "owned" although not so common. I control the nerdiness in front of girls of course, and even in front of most guys I don't say it, unless its the group of old nerdy friends from HS.
Sure I used to say pwned once in a while back then, but now it's more of "owned" although not so common. I control the nerdiness in front of girls of course, and even in front of most guys I don't say it, unless its the group of old nerdy friends from HS.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but "pwned", "w00t", and "wtf" are things idiots say online. Nerds do not say that. They say things like "this reminds of that STTNG episode where Picard used that phase discriminator" in conversation. Now STFU.
Once at a party, two guys were going to get in a fight, and I replied with "take it to PM's" one one other person there got it.
Probably not the geekiest ever, but last night at home depot:
dh: what size furnace filter do we need?
me: 16x25
dh: are you sure? last time you bought the wrong size.
me: yeah, but i realized that the dimensions are perfect squares, so it's easy to remember.
dh: what size furnace filter do we need?
me: 16x25
dh: are you sure? last time you bought the wrong size.
me: yeah, but i realized that the dimensions are perfect squares, so it's easy to remember.
meltdown75
Lifer
- Nov 17, 2004
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ever? hmm
how about recently, last night:
client: "how does putting the hard drive in the freezer help you get stuff from the dead hard drive?"
me: "well... it's not 100%, but the general theory is that it shrinks down the ball bearings just enough to MAYBE access your data for a short period of time before the drive heats up again."
client: "um, do what you gotta do i guess..."
how about recently, last night:
client: "how does putting the hard drive in the freezer help you get stuff from the dead hard drive?"
me: "well... it's not 100%, but the general theory is that it shrinks down the ball bearings just enough to MAYBE access your data for a short period of time before the drive heats up again."
client:
"um, do what you gotta do i guess..."when the tattoo artist asked me what 1337 men before etching it into my skint? i looked at him and said... "its computer geek talk meaning elite" he then looked at me and said... "nerdy but cool"
mrSHEiK124
Lifer
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