someone: so, talk about dating a book
someone: I’m reading a star trek novel written in the early 90s
someone: and captain kirk says “well, starbase installed an extra 80 terabytes of storage in the main computer, and I expect it to be filled by the time we finish this mission”
someone: 80 terabytes? really?
Al: Well how much storage does the Enterprise need, really?
someone: well, if you think about it… I can fill a 1TB drive with porn that’s not even at full rez
someone: if you’re doing a scientific study, you’ll need huge video and image files
someone: all sorts of renders, and video renders are GIGANTIC
someone: I could imagine 80TB would fill up fast
Al: you’re forgetting 23rd century compression is much better
someone: yes, I suppose you have a point there
someone: it’s a really interesting book — Kirk leaves Dr. McCoy in command of the enterprise to go on a diplomatic mission, then disappears — but that totally threw me
someone: last time I read it I didn’t even have a >100gb drive
Al: Point is if the novel was written that long ago, Terabytes were unheard of
someone: yes, that’s true
someone: I guess that’s why in TNG they use the ubiquitous “gigaquad” measurement
Al: in the age of megabyte sized drives
Al: the author was attempting to flex geek cred
Al: (often with hilarious results)

Les: I heard you got a new job. Congratulations.
Saul: Thanks.
Les: *lowers voice* Of course, now you won’t be sitting next to that all day.
Saul: *looks over at attractive woman in next cubicle* I see your point. But I did meet some of my new co-workers, and one of the women…
Les: Won’t be the same. *makes hourglass motion with hands*
Saul: No. No it won’t.

Ken: Someone keeps stealing shit out of my drawer.
Will: Do you lock it?
Ken: Yeah.
Ron: Take the key home with you.
Ken:: But what if Will needs to get something out of there? (Will and Ken often work on the same projects.)
Ron: If you want, you can hide the key in my secret box.
Will: *titters*
Ron: That wasn’t supposed to be as dirty as it sounded.
Ken and Will: *laughter*

someone: that photo you posted doesn’t even really look like me
sane: yeah sometimes i dont recognize myself… its like… i’m nearly 30 and i own the house on the end of the block
sane: how do you “reset” your self-image?
someone: dunno
someone: change everything?

Complimenting others is a lot like anal. It’s uncomfortable and usually the only real reason to do it is to get something.

seen in “Something Positive” by R.K. Milholland

Saul: Guess who just got a new job!
Mike: Congrats!
Saul: dude, I’m not going to be good for ANY work the rest of the day
Mike: get sick
Saul: heh
Saul: no
Mike: yeah
Mike: do it
Saul: I don’t really have any work the rest of the day anyway
Mike: SAUL THIS IS G-D
Mike: TELL THE PEOPLE YOU MIXED CHEESE AND MEAT AND YOU ARE NOW SICK
Mike: BECAUSE THE MEETZ AND CHEEZE ARE NOT KOSHER
Mike: (oh shit i slipped into ceiling cat for a minute there)

Tom: sometimes though the old stuff is the best
Tom: ideepthroat.com, for example
Tom: just imagine if her husband had been, like, only six inches
Tom: I’m sure they’d have a wonderful life together
Tom: but, I mean… all that talent would have gone undiscovered
Irv: it’s true!
Tom: and how about kacey… if her boyfriend hadn’t dumped her in HS (which is what I think happened), we’d never know she could take a 10-incher in the ass without flinching

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