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One great thing about Hubble’s law is it e x p a n d s my a n s w e r, too – no need for me to do it. :)

Nauseated - it sounds like you need a tardis for a closet. I thought only women were supposed to have closet problems :/ 

Years ago, I often confused telephone booths for TARDISes. To keep it from becoming a total loss, I used the phone to call my feminine side. As you might expect I always got a busy signal -- and lost my dime, too. One time, the phone started ringing as I entered the booth. I answered, and, lo and behold, it was my feminine side calling. She wanted me to do something about Fibber McGee's closet.

Start with Hubble's law. Space is continually increasing. That is, time-space is in a perpetual formation. The rate is 72 cubic kilometers per cubic Mparsec per second (± 11.1%) –i.e. give or take a few cubic millimeters.

Now, if I could only figure out how to increase this rate for my closet space.

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Here is the personification of the ever increasing black hole of knowledge. Information freely enters but only emits slowly, in a modified form of Hawking radiation, known as a Socratic question. When correctly responded to by the hearer, the energy changes into a cookie.

I’m not answering the question. I don’t want a cookie.

Is this the best you have TR? You send in a dog catcher?

The spectators are laughing themselves to death. There isn’t going to be anyone to watch.

Titanium Rome, it seems like your call to arms posts are evaporating. Perhaps the Mod-gods have greater power than you realize.

This is the best post from one of your underlings:

Well done, Roman. By the Way this is Christopher (not CPhill, another one) who wants to join the titanium army! Hail God!

Good thing he cleared up the confusion with CPhill, The whole forum was fearful that CPhill might be switching his allegiance.

A question TR: What happens if you throw a war and no one comes?

Heather will be happy. The Mod-gods will be happy: less corpses for them to remove.

I wager if Rosala throws a toga party most everyone will attend.

The Mod-gods would prefer sweeping up party clutter to sweeping up corpses.

Make a truce with Rosala, she never wanted a war in the first place.

We can spar on the battlefield whenever you have a mind to. Bring your seconds and thirds, if you want --anyone can join in the barbarous cruelty and insensibility. The non-combatants can watch. This will be like the gladiator fights in ancient Rom.

Ave, Imperator, morituri te salutant

Rosala will return whenever she has a mind to. That will be a happy day. Your offensive attendance will in no way diminish it. Still, the celebration will be even better if you are not around.

There are two profoundly nauseating traits about you TR: Your tyrannical social posts and your butchery of mathematics. Bottling this would be a viable alternative for Ipecac syrup. No need for drinking, just opening the bottle will cause instant vomiting. ヽ(＾°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥＾‶)ﾉ

What are you trying to do TR, push-start your brain?

If your battery is not dead, it’s much easier to start your brain by taking your mouth out of gear. Doing this will hide your idiocy and fool more people into believing you actually have a functional brain.

Here’s a Roman proverb to consider: Better to keep your mouth shut and have people think you are a fool, than to open it and remove all doubt.

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Here’s an reply to your question, Hawkeye

. . . but what do people normally do here?

 Well, let’s see:

First, you ask a brain-dead question.

Rosala gives a good response.

The other tykes turn it into a poo-throwing war post, with Rosala as the main target. Then one or more members commit “war” crimes. One in particular, CoalDefeatsTitanium, burns Rosla at the stake.

LancelotLink turns it into a platform to run for moderator.

The campaign begins with LL offering bribes for votes, and declaring he will charge a fair price for political favors after he’s elected. He also offers spit-free banana daiquiris at his victory party. For good measure LL calls out CDT for his war crimes – good for LL the post was revolting.

Melody, after recovering from uncontrollable laughter, thoughtfully considers LL’s candidacy. Melody uses her sharp teeth to bite TR and CDT, and her mod powers to make the war-crimes posts disappear.

Melody and CPhill then weigh in on whether to accept a bribe and endorse him. Melody is non-committal, CPhill holds out for a higher quality daiquiri.

A potential voter subtly persuades LL to state his religious beliefs. Quite intelligent, actually. Religious beliefs are a major insight into a person’s character.

Lancelot posts a response to assuage the voter’s concerns and brings in his “cute” nephew to continue his endearing persona, starting with “dogs, cats, and most human primates.” Note he didn’t particularly mention kids before. One smart political chimp save the trump card for later.

The cute chimp, along with a banana cake in another post, has a positive effect on Melody, but isn’t enough to buy her endorsement.

The chimp is unphased. He continues with the cute kid banter and comes up with a slogan. Brilliant!

A potential voter is puzzled about Lancelot.

Melody explains the chimps origins and points out the chimps likes to monkey around and his lack of maths posts.

The potential voter formally greets Lancelot.

 At this point Lancelot is campaigning elsewhere and hasn’t responded. He will, I’m sure, after he’s finished picking off his fleas and nits.

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So now you have an answer to your first brain-dead question:

 what I mean, aycs I've done some stuff already...but what do people normally do here?

Which makes this question:

Why are you people arguing about this **** on my question about being new here

more brain dead than your first question.

Here’s a question for you: What does aycs mean?