TECHNOBLOBS II
Created | Updated Oct 20, 2010
THE REVENGE OF HASHISHI'm terribly sorry about that subtitle.
Anyway, this is the second Technoblobs forum. What you do is, you put up paragraphs as long as possible that consist entirely of technobabble nonsense, such as:
The quantam wave modulation of a gyrating technoblob is equal to the sum of its spin angular momentum, its parity, and its ability to say the word "parrot" 5 times fast. This means that ham-eating technoblobs' pulsations are more blue-shifted than they are fuzzy. But, the fuzzyness is a function of its Pam Doris ability, and its probability of not wanting to read any more of this post, which becomes higher the more complex matrixes are embedded in the jelly-likeness.
Or...
To acheive maximization of the endocrene stimulator--the proper techniques being mastered in a standard Rectarine Appreticeship--one must first examine the hyperbolic shift velocity, match and compare to the chicken ratio, and stuff the results via turkey baster into an unaccessable place. Once this has been achieved, any quantum functor may be applied to solve the main Equation of Light Planes Intersecting A 4-Dimensional Hypercube in Non-space (also known as the Calamarain Paradigm). In turn, the blue-shifted wizzywig modulator can be adjusted slightly to compensate for the excessive technobabble meter, fine-tuning the squalid Persephone Adjucator, and dispelling all notions of free-radical ofuscation.
The Calamarain Paradigm itself consists of various sultry-colored slabs of reinforced, corrugated snardboard representing the multifarious nature of the universe as we know it. These are linked together in a complex rotational module, and rotated through the topigraphical 4th-dimension--of which it has been conclusively proven not to consist of cheese snickers--and dumped thus into a large vat of modly sneaker sauce. This is stirred vigorously until the emerging Prautiline gases are sloughed off harmlessly, and the shining dark bulk of the Equation is seen in first wankyness. This glorious sight is worth all the hard-shorn effort it takes to put the world into perspective, despite the fact that if one ever succeeds in discovering the true nature of it, ones' head will violently implode.
See what I mean? Good.
Anyway, this is the second Technoblobs forum. What you do is, you put up paragraphs as long as possible that consist entirely of technobabble nonsense, such as:
The quantam wave modulation of a gyrating technoblob is equal to the sum of its spin angular momentum, its parity, and its ability to say the word "parrot" 5 times fast. This means that ham-eating technoblobs' pulsations are more blue-shifted than they are fuzzy. But, the fuzzyness is a function of its Pam Doris ability, and its probability of not wanting to read any more of this post, which becomes higher the more complex matrixes are embedded in the jelly-likeness.
Or...
To acheive maximization of the endocrene stimulator--the proper techniques being mastered in a standard Rectarine Appreticeship--one must first examine the hyperbolic shift velocity, match and compare to the chicken ratio, and stuff the results via turkey baster into an unaccessable place. Once this has been achieved, any quantum functor may be applied to solve the main Equation of Light Planes Intersecting A 4-Dimensional Hypercube in Non-space (also known as the Calamarain Paradigm). In turn, the blue-shifted wizzywig modulator can be adjusted slightly to compensate for the excessive technobabble meter, fine-tuning the squalid Persephone Adjucator, and dispelling all notions of free-radical ofuscation.
The Calamarain Paradigm itself consists of various sultry-colored slabs of reinforced, corrugated snardboard representing the multifarious nature of the universe as we know it. These are linked together in a complex rotational module, and rotated through the topigraphical 4th-dimension--of which it has been conclusively proven not to consist of cheese snickers--and dumped thus into a large vat of modly sneaker sauce. This is stirred vigorously until the emerging Prautiline gases are sloughed off harmlessly, and the shining dark bulk of the Equation is seen in first wankyness. This glorious sight is worth all the hard-shorn effort it takes to put the world into perspective, despite the fact that if one ever succeeds in discovering the true nature of it, ones' head will violently implode.
See what I mean? Good.
