I guess that's pretty much it. There are no other WF tropes left; we're really just recycling content again and again. From this point onwards, we know what everyone is going to post before they post it. Wordforge is finally dead.
So. Wordforge has been sold and Packard has been banned. While I, for one, welcome our new Dirty Hippe overlords, I won't be any closer to trading my (not quite) humungous penis for Evil Girly Parts any sooner, so the question becomes not whether she swallows (even though it's important) or whose dual you are or even whether you wash your ass, but rather whether having thick thunder thighs and otters of the ass is enough to make you kill yourself (to which many here would simply say "well, bye"). No, wait, that's not the question. The question is having seen the Teal Terror go the way of He Who has the Tiny Hands in favor of the Ginger Avenger - whether we'll ever ride liberals like ponies when one can die in a fire for using math in the red room unless you can whistle on a space sub... Oh...wait. You still have to factor in the conveyor belts if you want an orange slice. I suppose we'll have to consult the Tamarchives for the ultimate answer to these and other pressing questions. and if you think this post was TLDR, I can only reply by saying "No U. Ted would have loved this post." Broooomptt!!!
I can't believe you can all go into such detail about typical Wordforge replies without actually developping them in the detail they deserve. If only there was someone on Wordforge who was willing to explain things right, instead of just posting quick explanations, composed at most of one or two ambiguous sentences. How can clear communication be possible when there isn't enough context to understand the precise nuances of the poster's intention? On epistemelogical grounds alone, that introduces unavoidable ambiguity into the communication, which means that the posted message becomes more a case of the preconceived ideas of the reader than of an actual, explanatory response to what was posted. This is, of course, the major problem in communication (though there are others that, in some cases, are almost as great). When a person says something, he cannot actually communicate his idea because humans are not equipped to detect ideas. Therefore, the person who wishes to "say" something first has to first "translate" that idea into some kind of symbols that can be detected by other people. Those symbols are normally words, sounds, facial expressions and, in the case of one of our posters, farts. Since facial expressions are not easily detected on the internet medium, they are replaced with stylized, pre-determined "expressions" commonly called "smilies" even though very few of them are actually smiling. It is also worth noting that in some cases, you cannot accurately determine what they are supposed to mean without the name to steer you in the right direction. For example, who would recognize the "shrug" as an actual shrug, without the name to tell you that is what it is. Otherwise, you would think it is a head with fish-fins which it is flapping. Anyway, the problem in "translating" thoughts into symbols is that symbols have no inherent meaning, so that the correspondence between symbol and meaning is primarily a social convention. But the very concept of a "social convention" is something of an illusion, because no two people, even if they are in very close social proximity actually have the same conventions. Due to that, the symbols that are emitted do not have a very precise relationship to the meanings they are intended to communicate. Thus, there is already a non-significant introduction of what can be called "noise" in this very first step in communication. But beyond that, those symbols must then be "translated" back into a thought by the person who perceives them. Since his social conventions are never equivalent to those of the emitter, the idea that is communicated is never the same as the idea that was emitted. We could call the original idea "idea" (which, while being rather unoriginal, has the advantage of being very similar to the original term) and the idea that forms in the head of the person who interprets the symbols "idea-prime." The major disadvantage of this terminology, however, is that it tends to give the idea that the distorted idea received by the receiver is somehow primary, in contrast to the idea that was originally emitted. We could switch the terms around, and call the original idea "idea-prime" and the received idea "idea," which would involve terms that are more closely related to the actual logical precedence involved, but that would be contrary to long-established social conventions which, even though they are not strictly adhered to be everyone, would nevertheless introduce a further source of ambiguity. So I think it would perhaps be better to abandon completely the terminology that involves the use of the word "prime" and instead go for "idea-alpha" and "idea-beta." This latter terminology has the distinct advantage that in French, "beta" is very close (and in some cases even replaced by) the term "bête" which means "stupid", which is the fundamental origin of the difficulty in communicating in the first place: If people weren't so stupid, they would know what I mean! Now where was I going with this? I'm not sure it even matters any more, because the quasi-totality of people stopped reading half-way through the first sentence, because the modern mind-set simply is not adapted to the concept of exploring an idea in detail. I could write a long explanation of why spaghetti is superior to macaroni, and no one would care, or even ever know. I could tell you about my family, even. Did you people know I have a cousin who worked for the NSA until he retired? I think he's the one who set up the spy program that is monitoring all your phone calls, but when I asked him outright he said, and I quote, "I would answer that question, but then I would have to kill you, and I would miss you at family reunions because you are the only one who comes and who is even dumber than I am, so that I don't look so bad in return." He then proceeded to take notes on our conversation on his little iPhone. When I saw him hit "transmit" I knew I was in trouble, but I didn't realize just how much until three government stooges showed up at my door the next day and told me that it had been determined that I was attempting to pry into NSA activities, which showed that I was probably a hostile spy for some foreign power, such as the CIA. But I was able to negotiate with them and avoid actual prison time, on the condition that I could provide them with information on other unstable people who were almost certainly guilty of un-American activities, such as voting Republican, defending the concept of global warming, or feigning indifference to politics. I thus forwarded to them the entire Wordforge database, and keep them updated on the various subversive posts made on this board. I hope no one minds, but it was that or spend the rest of my life in jail. When it came right down to it, it was a case of looking out for my own interests, and throwing the rest of you under the bus, or taking the high ground on the basis of so-called "noble principles" in order to protect you. Which, when you think about it, wasn't too hard of a choice, was it? And while we're on the subject of sad fates that people in my family have had to face, I have another cousin who was determined to have a brain tumor. It wasn't detected very early, because he had refused to sign up for Obamacare, on the principle that as a life-long Republican he preferred the Republican alternative to Obamacare. So instead he wanted to sign up for that program. He lost almost a year before he discovered that the Republicans didn't have an alternative. (Actually, he never was very smart in the first place.) Then, by the time he was actually able to be diagnosed, the surgeons said it was too late to operate, because excising the tumor would require cutting out too large a portion of the brain. But he insisted he was willing to take the risk, so they went ahead with it. In the end, they had to remove over half his brain! It really was sad. He forgot who he was, forgot all his moral values, stopped caring about much of anything, and was no longer able to keep a job that required and kind of real thinking. Fortunately, though, he was able to go back to school and he ended up as a lawyer. In fact, I'm pretty sure he posts on Wordforge as well. Anyway, from a purely epistemological and existential point of view, that is why no thread on Wordforge tropes would be complete without a genuine, good old-fashioned Asyncritus-length post! And if I haven't been sufficiently thorough in my explanations, I would be very glad to expand them in detail for all those who are suffering from acute insomnia. (Or even from an ugly insomnia.)
