What’s the most irritating way to end the opening post of a new thread?
Discuss.
That’s just a theory.
Any sentence where ‘like’ is used as punctuation.
well,… i didn’t like how a post was sometimes signed with the poster’s name.(at the bottom). if it was a letter,i guess a person’s name would not be to the left of everyone’s post. but,it’s already as good as signed.
coarse’ i have no problem with ‘cheers’ and ‘all the best’.
besides,we have auto sig below each post anyway,and i noticed one poster that actually had put their name on their(auto) sig.
i hesitated to say this though,because some of the most respectable posters of all time do this.
there you go,2 cents.dont spend it all in one place now.
This is a trick question, of course. The answer is:
“Discuss”.
Easy one.
heck,i missed that!
and i bet this is so because it says that in home schooling material too.
You got it, faust!
And as siatd said, if the poster has “like-emia” that makes the post annoying too.
I like posts that end with ‘discuss’.
Discuss.
discussion is fine.
now shut the pie hole!
-Imp
So do I. But I hate posts with ‘like’ in them. But not like the way you just used ‘like’.
Drift wrote
Hi Drift,
There is a method to my madness. 
When I was thirteen years old I passed an exam and received an amateur radio operator’s license. The call letters assigned to me by the government were WN0DEN. I often stayed up till the early hours of the morning tapping out messages in morse code on the radio that I had constructed. It was a big deal in those days to have a live conversation with a faraway person; a Russian or a German perhaps. The only other way to contact them was to call them on the phone. But that was outrageously expensive in those days, even if you knew who to call. And so I’d sit at the little desk by my bed, a map of the world pinned to the wall above me. And I’d tap out with my fingers, “dah dit dah dit, dah dah dit dah,” a code that universally means, I’d like to talk to someone for the simple pleasure of conversation. And for hours and hours I’d exchange little beeps, little musical tones that I’d hear through the static in my headphones. I knew that on the other side of the world there was flesh and blood tapping out this message to me. At the end of every transmission one would tap-out the call letters of the station that you were talking to, then you would include the letters “DE” (from, in French) and then sign your own call letters. This habit became ingrained at an early age.
Fast-forward.
The Internet, as SIATD, recently and eloquently noted, is a fantastic thing. It’s a bit of science fiction that I’d never dreamed would arrive in my own lifetime. And yet, for all its wonders, we’re still left staring into the end of a bottle. Text appears and dissapears; some of it machine generated. I jumped aboard the Internet before there was a WWW and so I began discussing philosophy on the Internet very early. One of the things that struck me, right off, was a level of uncivil and impolite behavior that I found shocking - almost depressing. It’s as though we were all driving around Manhatten giving the finger to each other, or leaning out the window to scream, “Fuck you.” How many times have you had someone do this to you while you were walking on the sidewalk? Speaking for myself, exactly never.
So I decided, early on, that one way to combat drive-by, or hit and run philosophical discussion, was to greet the person that I was talking to and say goodbye to them when I had finished. I do this as a reminder that there is a flesh-and-blood person at the other end of your bottle. I do it as a gesture of respect for the person I’m talking to.
And yet I think it’s fine that most everyone doesn’t do it. If it were perfunctory, then it would lose nearly all of it’s value. It would be just one more empty gesture; a trite, ceremonial, formality; just the sort of thing that I despise. It would be a bit like asking, “How are you?” all the while dreading to hear again about someone’s hemorrhoid flare-up.
I met a nice kid the other day while I was crossing the street. He came up walking his bicycle and holding some grocery bags. I had my hands full of books. One of us commented on the lovely day, and before long we were talking about how such a day makes one happy to be alive. We walked on together for a bit. Turns out - Simon is his name - is one of the so-called, lost boys from Sudan. It’s amazing what you can learn about a man in the distance of two city blocks. I turned off at the library. He was headed to a basement in the physical plant (he works as a janitor at the university). Since neither of us had a free hand, we each extended our arm and touched them together just below the elbow.
Nietzsche remarked that philosophy is ultimately autobiographical. Whatever we say here counts for less than the passion with which we say it. If a photograph of my knee or my elbow appeard on the Internet I surely wouldn’t recognize it as mine. But when I accidently come across something that I wrote, perhaps in a Google seach, I instantly recognize it as mine. What we say here, we say about ourselves; not just me, all of us do this. And when we part we can’t shake hands, grasp each other’s shoulder, or touch forearms. I do the next best thing. I say goodbye; I wish you well. I acknowledge that you are a person. And then I put my mark on it.
Best,
Michael
CQ, calling CQ, This is W7MOH calling CQ…
Unglaublich! 
W7MOH DE AA1TJ
73’s,
Mike
very touching and informative pole marchus! bravo! =D>
these are the kind of posts people know are good quality. and about you signing michael,instead of polemarchus,you’ve just superseded my complaint.
P.S. i havent checked back at that “athiesm is not nihilism” thread yet.
i got cold feet. 
i back out sometimes and cannot muster up enough boldness untill later.at times,way later.