once they arrived at the bottom, she noticed that she had left her shoes behind and asked him, "could you please jump back over that bank and get my combat sandals for me?" -- "me? why don't you jump back over there yourself?", he replied, and she explained, "i can't, but you're much bigger and stronger and ..." -- "allright," he muttered, rolling his eyes, thinking, 'women and their shoes...', "i'm much bigger and stronger than you. i could throw you over that bank. that be okay for ya?"

she asked, "does that outfit make me look fat?", and i said, "but no, not at all, it's more like all your fat makes you look fat."

everyone should have the right to have a <geek>croissant</geek> for breakfast every morning.

i told you to fuck it. you know what that means, don't you? you put it in, you take it out, in a changing, unpredictable pattern. sometimes you only shift it a little in one direction or the other. but don't just leave the snare on the three out of every single bar, that would be almost as humdrum as leaving it in.

my rubik's cube stays always solved; the pattern never changes, no matter how you turn it, because the reset button hangs.

the cyborgs have exactly the same neural interfaces, but the connection to the system is routed through a nano computer, wich is implanted behind an ear and filters the data. while it prevents all external data access from controlling the cyborg's body, the chip itself can react to incoming data, as well as to local audio-visual sensory input, within nano-seconds and move its carrier's limbs until the programmed routine terminates or he issues an emergency stop command. the phreaks, who had their custom built EEPROMs implanted by one of the 'black' surgeons in the forbidden city, are able to access teraquads of memory, interface with the grid directly and do ballistic calculations in real time. the police cyborgs, with their servo suits, auxilliary sensor arrays and neuronal amplifiers can, when running the right software, actually dodge bullets. they hear the projectile ricochet off the next wall even before consciously realising someone's trying to perforate their head.

sure, it would be kind of amusing to verify einstein's theory using quantum machanics. but, i don't know... proving that the universe is rotating? in relation to what?

she commented on my idea by saying "woot!" and i thought that was the nicest compliment i ever received.