... that made my modnay ! nuff said.
We'd just like to clarify something this afternoon for the benefit of those commentators among you who have a) not been keeping up with developments regarding the word "mobe" and b) seem to believe that Vulture Central operates some kind of democratic system in which the unwashed masses are allowed to chip in their two bits' …
They've gone and done it.
El Reg has gone and done a "Blue Peter," a "GMTV" a "This Morning" !!!!
We vote in blind faith that our votes are accepted and actually get read only to find that they are completely ignored and we never stood a chance of winning !!!
What's Ofcom's number ???
Users of the words mobe, lappy, and other pointless abbreviations should be allowed to continue. All they are doing is allowing the rest of us to make a rapid estimate of their intelligence level and react accordingly.
Isn't it strange that it's always either sales or marketing types that invent polysyllabic gobbledigook thinking that it makes them sound intelligent whilst journalists and techies abbreviate and acronym everything in sight thinking that it makes them sound intelligent.
I salute our Grand Vulture Poobah. As I grovel in the dust under his baleful eye, I give thanks to His magnificence in tolerating my miserable browser in the august presence of His pages. I totally accept mobe, lappy, linguine and any other wording the El Reg boffinry will deign foist upon my unworthy eyes with relish.
And some ketchup, naturally.
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Dear old Bobby Mugabe can't afford to send the Zanu-PF. He's too busy shopping for more wine farms in the Stellenbosch area.
I mean really, do you think Bobby would want to prop up a colonialistic regime such as yourselves at The Reg? The Gods Must Be Joking!
Flame on! Hat. Coat. Door. Taxi. :-)
It appears to be the onset of revolution in response to apparent draconian measures from Vulture Central.
To restrict the populace to 'proper' words has been seen as a retrograde step in the development of culture and is being tackled from within the organisation itself. In short there are mobe moles at work.
The public may well have decided once but, as usual, with the public and politics it's all down to who promises the most at any given point in time.
I'm waiting to see who can offer my personal autogyro and the atomic domestic oven and then I'll modify my language to suit.
Until then I shall refrain from using either 'mobe' or 'mobile' or even 'mobile phone' but carry out my own incursions with the use of 'cell'. (I'm not off to get my coat but a pubic wig if I'm gonna have ta talk like that)
In response to this Shocking announcement from The Minister of Truth ‘Lester (Tyrant) Haines’ himself the “Lynching Council of El Reg Intolerant Flamers” has the following public statement to be read out loud in a rabble rousing voice.
“What's he that wishes so? My cousin Haines? No, my fair cousin; If we are mark'd to die, we are enow to do our Register’s loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
This day is call'd the feast of St Vulture. He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, And rouse him at the name of St Vulture He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say 'To-morrow is Saint Vulture.' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say 'These wounds I had on Vultures day.' Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember, with advantages, What feats he did that day. Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth as household words- Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that flames with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition; And gentlemen in webland now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That flamed with us upon Saint Vultures day.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our flaming dead! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility; But when the blast of a flaming war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger: Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
We shall flame them on the seas and oceans,
We shall flame with growing confidence and growing strength in the air,
We shall defend our webland, whatever the cost may be,
We shall flame them on the beaches,
We shall flame them on the landing grounds,
We shall flame them in the fields and in the streets and we shall flame in the hills; provided we can get a good signal
We shall not disappear into the night, we shall not go down with out a fight, we are going to live on, we are going to survive because today is our FLAMING DAY!
Fight the Power, Fight the Man, Flame on Brothers!”
Chairman A. Coward
Today is a glorious day for now I no longer feel like a social pariah for downloading mashups using my lappy and transferring onto my mobe.
Now I can shout "Mobe" (or mobi; or even moby if you like) from the rooftops safe in the knowledge that El Reg will back me up.
And when I stand in court accused of bastardising the English language I know I shall emerge victorious when Mr Haines gives his expert testament in my defence.
Oh happy days.
BTW there's absolutely no truth in the rumour whatsoever that Prez Musharaf has thrown Lester in jail and declared emergency rule at The Reg because of his inane dislike of the word mobi..............
Mobe is one of those (non)words which has the feel of being something else, especially if you accent the e. What I mean is Latin.
You know how it goes amo, amas, amat etc. So we would have mobe, mobas, mobat. It gets worse mobamus: we phone, mobatis: you phone and mobant: they phone.
Enough! Never mind get my coat. I think I will go for a lie down.
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