Captain Goddammit wrote:Tell me that in person.
Oh, good. The hostile 'settle this with fists' type, brimming with intolerant brawn. Just what the world needs more of.
For evidence of how well that works, Google "American Foreign Policy".
That sort of stuff may have built Amurrikka, but it doesn't build a community.
Your response underscored my points. You're the type of mindset that I was so relieved to get away from when I graduated high school, as illustrated by some members of the football team. Congratulations! You win the thread. Oh, and as a bonus, you win the internet. How cool is that?
There are a couple of different routes a person in your position can go, when encountering someone who has information in error. 1) You can directly/indirectly insult them, berate them, and make effort to position them as some sort of complete dumbass and inferior to you (simply because they don't have the same knowledge and interests you do)
...or you can...
2) say "Hey, you know you might be thinking of (
insert whatever here) instead of (
insert whatever here), because they didn't make (
insert whatever here) until (
such-and-such year); if I posted some pics could you point out which one it was or most like?" That usually falls under the 'friendly', 'polite', and 'helpful' categories. They're not hard to find, I promise. And you know what's funny? You might actually have a more interesting and fun interaction with someone.
But you can't do that, because it somehow might taint your manhood. Or
something. Maybe your best friends will look at you funny for a while, because you were actually nice to someone instead of putting them down.
After my last post - on the drive home from Denver, yesterday - I felt relief when I realized that it's time for me to give up on this thread. I'd love to engage in conversations - and learn some stuff - but it's apparent that I can't do so unless I have an exquisite knowledge of the American motor industry and am never wrong. My balls aren't big enough, I suppose. It's become a sort of 'members only' thread (sans shitty epaulets), where the Captain reigns because goddammit, this is the only thread here he gives a fuck about anymore. Since I'm not interested in being part of the dog and pony show for CG's entertainment, I don't really want to risk spoiling a collection of ones and zeros that are dear to an ego. Every minute I spend justifying myself to the Captain is one more minute I don't have to do things that matter, like hang with the cats, make things, talk to my Mom, or simply enjoy the scenery; as I only have a few years left, I can't afford to squander minutes in this manner anyway.
I'm out of energy for this, and a lot more.
Thanks, ranger magnum, for the paint tip. And I love your work, it's gorgeous and I'm envious that you're able to do it. I should be so lucky. Be well.
Oh, hey. Laundry's done. Gotta go.