perfidy

You are all pretentious twats. Every last one of you. You're all latte-sipping, iMac-using, suburban-living tertiary-industry-working WASPs who offer absolutely no new insights on anything whatsoever apart from maybe one specialist field if we're lucky.

The Commissar drops a clue that perhaps James Joyce does not think highly of us.

Well, Mr. Joyce of Kuro5hin can kiss my ass. Even though this is a pMachine blog. I drink black coffee, and I no longer own a Mac. Well, I do, but I don't use it. It's a pre-PowerPC Quadra. Well, sometimes, I haul it out and play Escape Velocity. But I don't have an iMac. My Aunt does though! And she has an AOL account! I bet you hate her, too. But I digress. At least I'm not named after an opaque novelist no one reads.