Abandoned Codex

[chingan]

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The first one says, "Barkeep, I'll have a gin and tonic."

Second string says, "Hey, that sounds good, I'll have one
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First string says, "Excuse my friend, he isn't null terminated."

[chingan]

A physicist, a mathematician, and a biologist are having dinner in a
restaurant. Across the street, they see two people walk into a house. A few
minutes later, three people walk out.

"Our initial assumption was wrong," says the physicist.

"No," says the biologist, "they must have reproduced."

The mathematician says, "If exactly one more person enters the house it will
be empty again."

[chingan]

Why don't physicists have alcohol at their parties?
It's not good to drink and derive.

How do you describe an english major?
Someone who doesn't know their asymptote from a hole in the graph.

How many Microsofties does it take to change a light bulb?
None: They simply redefine darkness to be the new standard and charge you an upgrade fee for using it.

How many software engineers does it take to change a light bulb?
None. That's a hardware issue.

[chingan]

"I have a philosophical secret!"
The Lowest-Rated Jerry Springer Show Ever
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Crowd: Jer-ry! Jer-ry! Jer-ry!

Jerry: Today's guests are here because they can't agree on fundamental
philosophical principles. I'd like to welcome Todd to the show.

Todd enters from backstage.

Jerry: Hello, Todd.

Todd: Hi, Jerry.

Jerry: (reading from card) So, Todd, you're here to tell your
girlfriend something. What is it?

Todd: Well, Jerry, my girlfriend Ursula and I have been going out for
three years now. We did everything together. We were really
inseparable. But then she discovered post-Marxist political and
literary theory, and it's been nothing but fighting ever since.

Jerry: Why is that?

Todd: You see, Jerry, I'm a traditional Cartesian rationalist. I
believe that the individual self, the "I" or ego is the foundation of
all metaphysics. She, on the other hand, believes that the
contemporary self is a socially constructed, multi-faceted subjectivity
reflecting the political and economic realities of late capitalist
consumerist discourse.

Crowd: Ooooohhhh!

Todd: I know! I know! Is that infantile, or what?

Jerry: So what do you want to tell her today?

Todd: I want to tell her that unless she ditches the post-modernism,
we're through. I just can't go on having a relationship with a woman
who doesn't believe I exist.

Jerry: Well, you're going to get your chance. Here's Ursula!

Ursula storms onstage and charges up to Todd.

Ursula: Patriarchal colonizer!

She slaps him viciously. Todd leaps up, but the security guys pull
them apart before things can go any further.

Ursula: Don't listen to him! Logic is a male hysteria! Rationality
equals oppression and the silencing of marginalized voices!

Todd: The classical methodology of rational dialectic is our only road
to truth! Don't try to deny it!

Ursula: You and your dialectic! That's how it's been through our whole
relationship, Jerry. Mindless repetition of the post-Enlightenment
meta-narrative. "You have to start with radical doubt, Ursula."
"Post-structuralism is just classical sceptical thought re-cast in the
language of semiotics, Ursula."

Crowd: Booo! Booo!

Jerry: Well, Ursula, come on. Don't you agree that the roots of
contemporary neo-Leftism simply have to be sought in Enlightenment
political philosophy?

Ursula: History is the discourse of powerful centrally located voices
marginalizing and de-scribing the sub-altern!

Todd: See what I have to put up with? Do you know what it's like
living with someone who sees sex as a metaphoric demonstration of the
anti-feminist violence implicit in the discourse of the dominant power
structure? It's terrible. She just lies there and thinks of Andrea
Dworkin. That's why we never do it any more.

Crowd: Wooooo!

Ursula: You liar! Why don't you tell them how you haven't been able to
get it up for the past three months because you couldn't decide if your
penis truly had essential Being, or was simply a manifestation of Mind?

Todd: Wait a minute! Wait a minute!

Ursula: It's true!

Jerry: Well, I don't think we're going to solve this one right away.
Our next guests are Louis and Tina. And Tina has a little confession to
make!

Louis and Tina come onstage. Todd and Ursula continue bickering in the
background.

Jerry: Tina, you are... (reads cards) ... an existentialist, is that
right?

Tina: That's right, Jerry. And Louis is, too.

Jerry: And what did you want to tell Louis today?

Tina: Jerry, today I want to tell him...

Jerry: Talk to Louis. Talk to him.

Crowd hushes.

Tina: Louis... I've loved you for a long time...

Louis: I love you, too, Tina.

Tina: Louis, you know I agree with you that existence precedes essence,
but...well, I just want to tell you I've been reading Nietzsche lately,
and I don't think I can agree with your egalitarian politics any more.

Crowd: Wooooo! Woooooo!

Louis: (shocked and disbelieving) Tina, this is crazy. You know that
Sartre clarified all this way back in the 40's.

Tina: But he didn't take into account Nietzsche's radical critique of
democratic morality, Louis. I'm sorry. I can't ignore the
contradiction any longer!

Louis: You got these ideas from Victor, didn't you? Didn't you?

Tina: Don't you bring up Victor! I only turned to him when I saw you
were seeing that dominatrix! I needed a real man! An Uber-man!

Louis: (sobbing) I couldn't help it. It was my burden of freedom. It
was too much!

Jerry: We've got someone here who might have something to add. Bring
out...Victor!

Victor enters. He walks up to Louis and sticks a finger in his face.

Victor: Louis, you're a classic post-Christian intellectual. Weak to
the core!

Louis: (through tears) You can kiss my Marxist ass, Reactionary Boy!

Victor: Herd animal!

Louis: Lackey!

Louis throws a chair at Victor; they lock horns and wrestle. The crowd
goes wild. After a long struggle, the security guys pry them apart.

Jerry: Okay, okay. It's time for questions from the audience. Go ahead,
sir.

Audience member: Okay, this is for Tina. Tina, I just wanna know how
you can call yourself an existentialist, and still agree with
Nietzsche's doctrine of the Ubermensch. Doesn't that imply a belief in
intrinsic essences that is in direct contradiction with with the
fundamental principles of existentialism?

Tina: No! No! It doesn't. We can be equal in potential, without being
equal in eventual personal quality. It's a question of Becoming, not
Being.

Audience member: That's just disguised essentialism! You're no
existentialist!

Tina: I am so!

Audience member: You're no existentialist!

Tina: I am so an existentialist, bitch!

Ursula stands and interjects.

Ursula: What does it [bleep] matter? Existentialism is just a cover
for late capitalist anti-feminism! Look at how Sartre treated Simone de
Beauvoir!

Women in the crowd cheer and stomp.

Tina: [Bleep] you! Fat-ass Foucaultian ho!

Ursula: You only wish you were smart enough to understand Foucault,
bitch!

Tina: You the bitch!

Ursula: No, you the bitch!

Tina: Whatever! Whatever!

Jerry: We'll be right back with a final thought! Stay with us!

Commercial break for debt-consolidation loans, ITT Technical Institute,
and Psychic Alliance Hotline.

Jerry: Hi! Welcome back. I just want to thank all our guests for being
here, and say that I hope you're able to work through your differences
and find happiness, if indeed happiness can be extracted from the
dismal miasma of warring primal hormonal impulses we call human
relationship.

(turns to the camera)

Well, we all think philosophy is just fun and games. Semiotics,
deconstruction, Lacanian post-Freudian psychoanalysis, it all seems
like good, clean fun. But when the heart gets involved, all our
painfully acquired metaphysical insights go right out the window, and
we're reduced to battling it out like rutting chimpanzees. It's not
pretty. If you're in a relationship, and differences over the
fundamental principles of your respective subjectivities are making
things difficult, maybe it's time to move on. Find someone new, someone
who will accept you and the way your laughably limited human
intelligence chooses to codify and rationalize the chaos of
existence. After all, in the absence of a clear, unquestionable
revelation from God, that's all we're all doing anyway. So remember:
take care of yourselves -- and each other.

Announcer: Be sure to tune in next time, when KKK strippers battle it
out with transvestite omnisexual porn stars! Tomorrow on Springer!

[Nightblade]

You're odd.
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"Eye level for a kender is door-lock height for the same reason a chipmunk has extra cheek space."

"A kender will take anything that's not nailed down, and a kender with a good claw hammer will get those things too"

[chingan]

[Gareth]

What kind of person steals your soap?

A dirty thief.

[Norik]

i think its sad that i was able to read through the philosophy one and understand what it meant =(

friiken philosophy classes...

[Palermo]

An Irishman moves to the USA and
finally attends his first baseball
game.The first batter approached
the batters' box, took a few swings
and then
hits a double. Everyone was on
their feet screaming, "Run! Run!"

The next batter hits a single and
the Irishman listened as the crowd
againcheered, "RUN, RUN!"

The Irishman enjoyed the game and
began screaming with the fans.

The fifth batter came up and four
balls went by. The umpire called
"walk"and the batter started his
slow trot to first base.

The Irishman stood up and screamed,
"R-R-Run ye lazy bastard, run!"

The people around him began
laughing. Embarrassed, the Irishman
sat back
down.

A friendly fan noted the man's
embarrassment, leaned over and
explained,
"He can't run -- he's got four
balls."

The Irishman stood up and screamed,
"Walk with pride, lad!"

[neq]

Smart Cape Bretoner

These three men were stranded on an island: a Nefoundlander, a Cape Bretoner and a Quebecian. The three searched the island to try to find a way off when the Nefoundlander came upon a lamp with a genie. The genie poped up and said, “I will grant three wishes, so that's one for each of you.” So the Newfoundlander goes, “Well I wish I was back in Newfoundland.” So puff, he was sent to Newfoundland.
Then the Quebecian jumps up and says me next me next, I know exactly want I want. TheQuebecian says, “I would like to build a wall. I want this wall to be 1000 feet high and I want it to surround Quebec, so that nothing can get in and nothing can get out, and I want to be in Quebec.” So the genie says okay and builds the wall, and now Quebec is officially separate from the rest of Canada and the Quebecian is back there.
So now the Cape Bretoner gets up and says, “Tell me more about this wall.” So the genie tells him, “This wall is 1000 feet high and surrounds Quebec and noting can pass in or out of Quebec.”
So the Cape Bretoner says, “Okay. Fill it with water.”

[Seph]

Bwahahahahahahahaha!
I hate Quebec...
Even though my family owns a 600-acre lake there...
Still...
French...
ugh.
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"Sleep well, sweet child... the lord holds thee now."

[Gareth]

What's pink and hard?





A pig on a motorbike.

[Seph]

Whats big and pink and drags along the bottom of the ocean?





Moby's Dick
_________________
"Sleep well, sweet child... the lord holds thee now."

[Nightblade]

So this baby seal walks into a club...



_________________
"Eye level for a kender is door-lock height for the same reason a chipmunk has extra cheek space."

"A kender will take anything that's not nailed down, and a kender with a good claw hammer will get those things too"

[Avianna]

i read through it and DID understand what it meant... and i didn't appreciate the English major joke.
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"She walks in beauty like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes..."
- Lord Byron