Pithy dismissal of all attempts to continue engagement in conversation, online posting, flaming, trolling, etc.
Rational poster: <List of points as to why flamer is a tool>. That is all.
Flamer: <Weak attempt at continuing to argue, change the topic, bait and switch, etc.>
Flamer: Wait, I'm not done with you yet!
Flamer: Your silence just shows you know I'm right!
etc, etc, ad infinitum/nauseam
Also, it was the closing line in M*A*S*H years before it was uttered by Darth Vader: P.A. Announcer: (clears his throat) Attention. Tonight's movie has been "M*A*S*H." Follow the zany antics of our combat surgeons as they cut and stitch their way along the front lines, operating as bombs and bullets burst around them; snatching laughs and love between amputaions and penicillin.
Colonel Blake: (Watches as a jeep rolls away) Did Hawkeye steal that jeep?
Radar: No, sir. That's the one he came in.
Colonel Blake: Oh, very good. Come along, my dear.
(He and Lt. Leslie leave)
P.A. Announcer: Follow Hawkeye, Trapper, Duke, Dago Red, Painless, Radar, Hot Lips, Dish and Staff Seargeant Vollmer as they put our boys back together again.
SSgt. Gorman: Goddamn army.
P.A. Announcer: That is all.
(a gong sounds and the screen suddenly goes black. End of movie)
To cogitate is to think oneself into a state of agitation. From cognition and agitation.
Bob can't ever make a decision. He likes to cogitate so much he has to go meditate to calm down before doing anything else.
Fusion of cypherpunk
& urban rave
culture first coined in Baltimore, MD ca: 2000 to describe repurposing of 18th C. mill & industrial buildings along Jones Falls as well as other buildings of architectural interest in Charles Village for internet age mixed use. Motto was "Old Buildings with phat
pipes" but efforts were halted by collapse of dotcom economy.
When those darn cypherphunks aren't hacking something or playing Doom they're either on their skateboards at the indoor ramp they built in the old mill or throwing a rave there. Darned kids better stay off my lawn!