Shibboleths of thickos.
"... simples."

How droll. You repeated something you saw on an advert. I bet nobody's ever done that before.

"Well, you know me, I'm totally random."

No. NO. If you collected every mug in the office, arranged them all into a gigantic Sierpinski triangle on the floor, SET FIRE TO YOUR OWN HAIR, then mumbled the word "oesophagus" 39 times before sitting at your desk as if nothing had happened, that might go some way towards being counted a little bit random. Maybe. If I'm feeling charitable.

If, on the other hand, your actions do not resemble feeding the output of a random number generator to an enumeration of every possible action you could take at each point, then using the word "random" as a descriptive tag is one of these utter nonsense things.

Such as possessing "banter", in the manner of a physical object. How, exactly? When asked, "have you got banter?" are you supposed to reply, "yes, indeed, I creep around pubs with a dictaphone hoping to record any moderately banteresque activity I spy! Sometimes I can go as long as eighteen seconds with someone quite rightfully lamping me one!"

And don't get me started - at least, not properly started - on people who try to look "corporate" in business communication. I once got an e-mail that was a solid wall of text, amounting to about 700 words in all. My answer was, "no." The original mail was a single question. Any normal person could have asked it in one line.
(Timberwolf, Fri 9 Apr 2010, 0:31, Reply)