Ah. To have provided that treat for others but never to have experienced it herself. Poor Ginny! ^o^
And this certainly strengthens AwgieDawgie’s theory that she had been a Spark all along and was mere fooling herself and those around her on the subject of her sanity. ^_~
Dude’s pretty clearly infatuated or nursing a severe crush more than actually in love, it’s not too surprising he’d be harboring an image of Dr. Lee that doesn’t quite match up with reality.
Scene from a medieval torture chamber, featuring Dr. Ginny Lee:
“This is an inquisition? *Snicker* You could get more torque out of this rack with some additional pulleys and some revamped gears. And these wrist clamps? Really? My hand is almost free from my own sweat.”
Oh, yeah, she’s mad. I thought she was just an evil scientist, but I’m convinced she’s a mad one, too. Although that raises a philosophical question: If you’re evil beyond a “normal” level—I’m thinking serial-killer-level evil—is it because you’re mad, or is it possible to be sane and extremely evil? Or is there even a real distinction between the two at that level? The criminal justice system has always struggled with this: what does it mean to be criminally insane?
I’m still not sure how they draw the distinction between “so evil that you’re insane” and “so insane that you can’t be considered evil”. I don’t see how one can be in their right mind and willingly commit such acts.
Which brings into question the matter of Mr. Green’s own sanity. I honestly don’t think he’s playing with a full deck, but he’s also not Mad in the sense of Mad Science.
I’d say willingly committing such acts while in one’s right mind is a decent definition of evil.
Mr. Green isn’t Mad but I would place him in the Mastermind class, convinced of his own superiority and honestly believing that what’s good for him is best for all.
I admit to bias but honestly can’t bring myself to view Dr. Lee as evil. Enthusiastic to a fault, perhaps… Blind to the excesses of her employer, certainly. Even addicted to a certain extent to brain schlorping! But well-intentioned and… Nah. Skip it.
I’m glad to see that those simulated coffees have reasonable lids, not lot the dumb ones that Tim Horton’s still hasn’t gotten rid of after all these years.
I wouldn’t know. In the very few times I ever went to Tim Horton’s, I never cared for their coffee, or anything else I tried. So I haven’t been to one in probably 20 years. Of course, I’m also miffed because they put their store right next to the Dunkin Donuts that had been practically a landmark there for decades, and Dunkin Donuts ended up going out of business as a result. I know people who live only blocks from Tim Horton’s who won’t go there because of that.
This can be considered further proof that Dr. Lee is still whole, body and brain, and in secret facility somewhere. This is supposed to be a punishment detail, and she would enjoy being reduced to a jar too much.
I envision a line of glass jars lined up on a mantle with brains floating in them: Nick, Ginny and all the little Zerhakkers! Fibre optic lines to the Internet twinkling merrily in the light from the fireplace as Unity gazes wistfully on, thinking “..but SNACKS!”
Ever watch a cult leader and his followers during a rally? Something like that.
I hate how right this is.
Mahahahahaha
Ah. To have provided that treat for others but never to have experienced it herself. Poor Ginny! ^o^
And this certainly strengthens AwgieDawgie’s theory that she had been a Spark all along and was mere fooling herself and those around her on the subject of her sanity. ^_~
First, you start with a really big scoop…
You’d probably start with a gantry and a hacksaw. The big scoop comes later.
(OK, for a human, you wouldn’t really need the gantry.)
Never change, Dr. Lee.
Apparently Mr. Green didn’t know Virginia as well as he thought he did. He seems rather distressed by her eccentricities.
Well, it is kinda a strange fetish…
Eccentricities are better/cuter when viewed from afar.
It just adds to the intrigue.
Dude’s pretty clearly infatuated or nursing a severe crush more than actually in love, it’s not too surprising he’d be harboring an image of Dr. Lee that doesn’t quite match up with reality.
But you know, as The Courier found out, you do actually can live without your brain.
That was proven several decades ago. The results of that experiment went into politics shortly after the study ended.
Old Joke. Still good, though.
Focus, Ginny. Focus.
“are you manipulating my glasses too?”
Would it be a bad sign if Ginny’s reply was “Narf!”? o_O
“Are you pondering what I’m pondering, Ginny?”
“I think so, Green, but where are we going to find a duck and a hose at this hour?
Yeah, but she’s much better looking than Brain.
Funnily enough, in the last episode it turns out that Pinky was the genius all along. A savant genius, yes, but a genius none the less.
Scene from a medieval torture chamber, featuring Dr. Ginny Lee:
“This is an inquisition? *Snicker* You could get more torque out of this rack with some additional pulleys and some revamped gears. And these wrist clamps? Really? My hand is almost free from my own sweat.”
If Tip was there, he’d be out and bragging about how many times he’s escaped from bondage without aid.
I wonder if her “cure” wears off, and how long it takes for her to go mad as does…
Oh, yeah, she’s mad. I thought she was just an evil scientist, but I’m convinced she’s a mad one, too. Although that raises a philosophical question: If you’re evil beyond a “normal” level—I’m thinking serial-killer-level evil—is it because you’re mad, or is it possible to be sane and extremely evil? Or is there even a real distinction between the two at that level? The criminal justice system has always struggled with this: what does it mean to be criminally insane?
‘Tis true ’tis pity…
I’m still not sure how they draw the distinction between “so evil that you’re insane” and “so insane that you can’t be considered evil”. I don’t see how one can be in their right mind and willingly commit such acts.
Which brings into question the matter of Mr. Green’s own sanity. I honestly don’t think he’s playing with a full deck, but he’s also not Mad in the sense of Mad Science.
I’d say willingly committing such acts while in one’s right mind is a decent definition of evil.
Mr. Green isn’t Mad but I would place him in the Mastermind class, convinced of his own superiority and honestly believing that what’s good for him is best for all.
I admit to bias but honestly can’t bring myself to view Dr. Lee as evil. Enthusiastic to a fault, perhaps… Blind to the excesses of her employer, certainly. Even addicted to a certain extent to brain schlorping! But well-intentioned and… Nah. Skip it.
Well, by her own admission, she is technically evil. But, like Tip, she tries to use it for good.
I’m glad to see that those simulated coffees have reasonable lids, not lot the dumb ones that Tim Horton’s still hasn’t gotten rid of after all these years.
I wouldn’t know. In the very few times I ever went to Tim Horton’s, I never cared for their coffee, or anything else I tried. So I haven’t been to one in probably 20 years. Of course, I’m also miffed because they put their store right next to the Dunkin Donuts that had been practically a landmark there for decades, and Dunkin Donuts ended up going out of business as a result. I know people who live only blocks from Tim Horton’s who won’t go there because of that.
The store may have but the chain is still there—and beginning next year, they’re dropping the “Donuts” and will just be called “Dunkin’s.”
Oh, I know the chain is still around. But now the closest store to me is about an hour and a half drive.
This can be considered further proof that Dr. Lee is still whole, body and brain, and in secret facility somewhere. This is supposed to be a punishment detail, and she would enjoy being reduced to a jar too much.
I envision a line of glass jars lined up on a mantle with brains floating in them: Nick, Ginny and all the little Zerhakkers! Fibre optic lines to the Internet twinkling merrily in the light from the fireplace as Unity gazes wistfully on, thinking “..but SNACKS!”
OK, I love how freaked out he’s getting. He really hadn’t ever had an actual conversation with her before, had he?
I thought she called it schlorping.