Numbers.
On one hand, I'm grateful for the posting of pollassery that makes me feel good. On the other, I can't help feeling that you damn kids and your imaginary numbers are turning a fuckoff serious thing into a matter of whether my pokemon can kick your Mew's ass. Though McGuy is more of a Missingno at this point.
Actually, someone want to make a Missingno/Mew '08 website? That'll be the biggest thing since that last thing I didn't give a shit about.
Doublehilarious when someone dies and Mew evolves, I'm sure. Except, you know, we're all broke and/or dead. Or at least embarrased enough to fake our accents when we emigrate.
Hell, has it been four years already? We can't even threaten running to Canada, thanks to that What White People Like blog people cared about for a couple seconds a few months or so ago (also, Canada being fucked). What's next down? New Zealand? Finland is pretty glory for dorks according to something I probably read in Wired or some such shit. Maybe Iceland. Blonds and hot springs are are apparently nice.