Concratulations Slattern. Parenthood is such a joy.

Happy to finally hear about the mother and baby, happy to see that you both are healthy.

Wait, you fucking named it? Aren't tin gods supposed to wait until the little rugrat is old enough to start shitting sulfuric acid and think of some stupid-fuck name all their own?

You spend much time saying how different you are from the rest of us, Machina. You call us "tin gods" and "lottery apes", and hold yourself apart. Perhaps it is time that you accept your own words and leave this place behind you, so that these things are not heavy upon your mind.

I'd love to, sweetheart, but unfortunately, my species receives its sustenance by making fun of total fucking self-important jackasses who take themselves entirely too seriously.

In honour of this enlightening revelation, I propose Machina's new name:


Ouroboros.

Maybe the educated among you will feel that I am doing him too much honour; after all, Plato described the self-eating creature as the first living thing to be created, thusly:

"The living being had no need of eyes when there was nothing remaining outside him to be seen; nor of ears when there was nothing to be heard; and there was no surrounding atmosphere to be breathed; nor would there have been any use of organs by the help of which he might receive his food or get rid of what he had already digested, since there was nothing which went from him or came into him: for there was nothing beside him.

Of design he was created thus, his own waste providing his own food, and all that he did or suffered taking place in and by himself. For the Creator conceived that a being which was self-sufficient would be far more excellent than one which lacked anything; and, as he had no need to take anything or defend himself against any one, the Creator did not think it necessary to bestow upon him hands: nor had he any need of feet, nor of the whole apparatus of walking; but the movement suited to his spherical form was assigned to him, being of all the seven that which is most appropriate to mind and intelligence; and he was made to move in the same manner and on the same spot, within his own limits revolving in a circle. All the other six motions were taken away from him, and he was made not to partake of their deviations. And as this circular movement required no feet, the universe was created without legs and without feet."

Strikes a chord, I have to say...

By the way, Little Lilith digs the metal.

Makes her laugh. Bet if she had a strong enough neck she'd be head banging like a motherfucker.

The Machina is not a happy sort. Rude and pompous more like. Still coventry and exile are harsh. If we are the first of a new kind of people should history not see us as different? If our actions show us to be of small and mean spirit what then? Are we really different than those who came before us?

I do not appreciate your tone Machina. I do not desire your attention. I do not enjoy every small pleasantry becoming a dirty joke at the expense of others. I do find your views challenging even if I want to prove you wrong.

You only think that because you're not reading hard enough, kiddo. Take the glasses off and try again.

You know, elf-girl brings up an interesting idea. Who the fuck are any of you shitstains to judge me or how I view the world? Funny how the people here most eager to step on my dick are the same ones who will turn around and preach volumes about their bullshit philosophy of universal acceptance of quantum manifestations and each nova's will being the sum total of law. Nice job, assholes. What makes my view of the world and the way I interact with it so inferior to yours? Aren't you fucking hippies supposed to be accepting of everyone's view, even if it disagrees with your own?

Fine, you view the world in your own happy little way.

Take it off my baby thread, jerk.

I'd say "blow me", but I'm afraid you would.

I promised nothing of the sort.

Your way can scarce be superior if nothing is to be heard above the din of profanity.

Congratulations Slattern, I hope everything goes smoothely for you and your daughter.

Slattern,

My congradulations, of course. And pay no attention to Machina's unpleasantness; it's the closest he can come to offering his.

I hate to be VERY late to the party, Lemmy. Congratulations. I'm sorry to necro a thread, but hey, I'm notorious for coming back from the dead.

Nice to see you again, Strongbow. Welcome back to the party.

Hey, all in good fun.

How's the missus and kin now? Everything staying smooth?