When an incel laments about the object of their affection, or the opposite sex in general having no interest in them. Self pity but is incel in nature.
Incel: "I don't know why girls don't see me for the catch that I am! Nice guys like me always end up alone."
Pretty much everybody: "STFU! Nobody wants to hear your incelf pity!"
An incel creche is any online space populated almost entirely by incels, where they can hang out to chat, and feel safe to be their true selves, trade in-jokes and outrage, and to be free from any risk of challenging ideas or criticism.
If you're in-game chat stream is full of bile such as tirades against minority representation, rants that diversity is destoying gaming, homophobic slurs, or outrage at the "woke nonsense" that results ina having a female NPC in a non-sexual role, then you may have accidentally wandered into the incel creche.
"Yeah, I was watching Michael does Life's live stream of Gamescom, but had to kill the live chat - when the Call of Duty preview showed that female sniper it was clear from the misogynistic ranting that I'd stumbled into the incel creche"
Somebody who spends all of their time driving around in a car and playing Pokemon Go. They are usually too fat to walk. Their only joy in life comes from feeling like they are accomplished in a game about walking.
Whenever my kids try to play Pokemon Go at the park, a car shows up and the gym is taken by TommLe6969 and SilverSnailR. Wow, those people are hardcore car incels.
Garage and/or Punk music written with lyrics that is based social commentary about today's world, usually arthoes. Called its name because of the lyric's views on women that some would associate with the incel.
Max: Yo, Scott Pilgrim vs. The World Ruined a Generation of Women is amazing. What genre is this?
Alex: Bruh, it's incelcore.
1. the ability to acquire, and apply, knowledge and/or skills that only an incel would value.
2. the actual information itself, again only of interest to guys who are socially awkward and bad at dating.
"Incel: Why don't modern women value my intelligence, like they would've back in the olden days?"
"John: Women value actual intelligence (how to succeed in life), not *incelligence* (eidetic memory of your meme folders or strategies for how the Axis could've won WW2)"
A meaningless, unimpressive, self-serving introduction. An indicator that the story about to be shared will be pointless and dumb.
Back when I lived in upstate new york, I also had to park on the street - on two occasions, we got enough snow, mixed with just the right plowing, that my car was lifted off the ground from so much snow being jammed underneath it.
Sister: This meeting was to discuss the rough draft of my essay, where we discussed the subsidiary questions I added in my rough draft. We also discussed the relationship between my main title and the real-life situations I chose to use in my essay. We discussed the structure of my essay as well, specifically the Math AOK section and how it relates to the contradiction of the title. This second meeting was particularly helpful in discussing the implications of my essay claims and how to apply the title across various areas of knowledge. There were many sections of the essay that could have been cut down in wordiness and the ways of knowing required further and more in-depth analysis.
An absolutely foolproof way to keep minors from viewing content deemed "too mature" for them to watch.
Billy: "So I was trying to watch some videos for an M rated game, and I ran into an age gate, so I put in my realbirthday. SOMEHOW it managed to figure out that I am 12. CURSE YOU AGE GATE!!!"
Bill: "Fucking age gate! *quick scroll* THERE! I was born on January 1, 1904. Fuck you age gate."
A)
The Crud that collects under the keys in a keyboard. Usually more severe in the keyboards of programmers and webmasters as they tend to spend a lot of time at the the computer and thus eat at their desk. Mainly affecting IBM Model M (clicly) style boards.
B)
Can also be used to gross out Non-Techie people
A)
Bill: want to go to the club?
Bob: No, I've got to clean out my board chow, keys are starting to stick.
B)
Bill: Want to go out to get a bite?
Bob: No, i am just going to have some of my board chow/
Bill: Whats' that?
Bob: The food scraps that collect in my keyboard; Want some?
Bill: *GAG* *HURL* *GAG*